Regenesis (Closed | Biker_Faerie)

[Desande]

Robert

As Robert stepped into the exclusive club, he immediately sensed the air of refinement that permeated the atmosphere. The elegant space was designed for a discerning clientele, and every detail seemed to have been carefully considered to ensure the utmost sophistication.

The walls, adorned with tasteful artwork, were painted in rich, muted tones that exuded an ambiance of intimacy and exclusivity. The plush carpet beneath my feet further added to the feeling of elegance and discretion that the club sought to cultivate.

To one side of the room, a stylish bar offered an impressive selection of top-shelf liquors, as well as an extensive wine list. The skilled bartenders were poised and professional, effortlessly mixing classic cocktails and crafting original creations tailored to each patron's preferences.

In the center of the club, a variety of comfortable seating arrangements were thoughtfully arranged to encourage conversation and connection. The plush chairs and sofas, upholstered in luxurious fabrics, provided a welcoming space for the club's VIP guests to relax and mingle.As soon as they walked through the door, one of the club's employees approached Robert and his wife. A brief exchange was enough for him to welcome them and take their outerwear to a cloakroom. Another employee, a maitre d' this time, approached immediately afterward to ask if they had a reservation.

"There should be a reservation under the name Mark Ross," Robert stated quickly.

A swift check confirmed that there was indeed a reservation. The maitre d' gifted them a smile before stepping aside to invite them inside. It seemed that having a reservation merely meant you could enter, but the club didn't have a strict table policy for seating everyone.

As he observed the rest of the patrons, Robert became acutely aware of his own appearance. He was an attractive man, always had been. Tall, with a well-maintained physique, presence, and a knack for dressing elegantly. But even his finest attire paled in comparison to some of the outfits on display wherever he looked. The people frequenting this place handled more money than he had ever dreamed.

He was also surprised not to recognize anyone. He assumed that at a company event, there would be more coworkers present, but if these people worked with them at Regenesis, they were from different departments or such a high executive level that they hadn't even met them.

"Do you see Mark and Daphne, darling?" he asked his wife, placing a hand on her waist as they walked through the club, searching for the hosts who had invited them to the corporate party.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane

Jane held onto her husband's arm tightly as they walked into the club. She was feeling nervous.

She'd heard about the complex before, obviously. But she'd never expected to be invited. None of her colleagues ever had and people could work for Regenesis their whole careers without going there it seemed.

The private country club, nestling in the Santa Cruz mountains, comprised a hotel, state of the art leisure facilities, a top class restaurant and a nightclub. It was the preserve of the company's most senior management and their invited guests. Jane had assumed that it was mainly for entertaining clients. but again, she didn't actually know of anyone who'd been.

She was very aware that she was there as Robert's wife. It was him who had received the invitation from his VP, Mark, not her. Robert worked in finance whereas Jane was a biochemist in one of the labs. They'd both been part of the 2019 graduate intake and within two years they’d been married. There were a lot of inter company relationships like theirs. The company ran alot of staff only events and well, things happened and people got together. It seemed perfectly logical.

Jane had never intended to work for Regenesis. She'd just finished her Masters and was about to embark on her doctorate when she was approached by a recruitment consultant offering her a job at their Palo Alto headquarters. Regenesis had grown dramatically since its creation in the early seventies, rivalling companies like Microsoft for size. They had research facilities on all seven continents, including Antartica and their groundbreaking drugs had made a difference to the lives of millions. Being a privately owned company meant that they could adopt a philanthropic approach to the pricing and distribution of the treatments they developed, meaning that it wasn't only the rich countires who benefitted.

Robert had been offered the choice of being flown down in a corporate jet but she and Robert had driven down from Palo Alto on the Friday afternoon instead. When they'd reached the entrance to the complex they'd been subjected to some pretty comprehensive scanning but once through the gates they were treated like royalty by the staff. Their accomodation was nothing short of fantastic and with a little time to spare Jane had gone for a swim in the luxurious pool complex while Robert had checked out the gym.

When it came time to get ready for the evening, Jane slipped on the blue dress she'd bought specially for the occasion. She hoped it wasn't too clingy but, in any case, she thought she looked good in it. Jane had been a late developer, spending most of her teenage years as a gangly youth. She was still petite but she liked the way she looked now. And so, it seemed, did Robert. She thought she'd won the lottery when he'd first taken an interest in her and she was very proud of her husband. He was both smart and good looking.

"Do you see Mark and Daphne, darling?" Robert asked.

She didn't, but it didn't suprise her. Regenesis was a global company and many of the guests probably had come from other countries. But then she thought she saw Mark, Robert's boss coming towards them.

"Isn't that Mark," she said pointing out the rather handsome, slightly older VP out before noticing the devastatingly attractive woman with him.

 

[Desande]

As Robert scanned the room, trying to spot Mark and Daphne among the sea of unfamiliar faces, he couldn't help but feel a slight thrill of excitement. They were in rarefied territory, and the air of exclusivity and luxury was intoxicating. He glanced at Jane, and her nervous excitement seemed to mirror his own emotions. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, trying to convey that they belonged here just as much as anyone else.

Jane's observation drew his attention to a dashing figure approaching them, unmistakably Mark, with a stunning woman at his side. Robert couldn't deny that he felt a pang of envy, both for Mark's apparent ease in this environment and for the beautiful woman on his arm. But he quickly pushed those feelings aside, reminding himself that his own wife was just as captivating and brilliant in her own right.

"Ah, there they are," Robert said with a smile, trying to project an air of confidence. "Mark, Daphne, so glad we could finally find you. This place is quite the labyrinth."

As they reached the couple, Robert extended a hand to his boss, gripping it firmly, while making a mental note to keep his tone light and friendly. "Thank you for inviting us, Mark. The club is absolutely incredible, and we're both honored to be here."

Mark's warm smile and welcoming demeanor put Robert at ease, and he could tell that his boss genuinely appreciated their attendance. "Robert, Jane, it's great to have you both here. I'm glad you're enjoying yourselves. And you're right, this place can be a bit overwhelming at first."

The rest of the introductions proceeded quickly and warmly. As Mark and Jane greeted each other with a friendly kiss on the cheek, Daphne did the same with Robert, approaching him with a captivating smile. She extended her hand gracefully, and Robert couldn't help but notice her effortless elegance.

"Your wife is even more charming than you had mentioned, Robert," added Mark, appreciative. "Please, join us. We have a private area ready."

Mark didn't stop at any of the comfortable sofas and armchairs scattered throughout the club. Instead, he advanced to a discreet door at the back, one that seemed to separate the venue into two clearly distinct halves. Even the temperature changed, rising slightly as they crossed the threshold.

The atmosphere was subtly seductive. Soft lighting and sheer curtains created a sensual ambiance, while the arrangement of the furniture encouraged mingling. Unlike the previous area, which now seemed little more than a reception area, this room had numerous entrances through other doors that appeared to lead to private rooms.

Robert would have sworn he heard moans coming from one of the private areas, but he didn't pay too much attention. The curtains were there to provide privacy, and it was clear that everything seemed especially inviting. If Jane and he had been alone, they would have also taken advantage of all the amenities in such an exclusive place.

Mark pulled back one of the curtains and invited them into the private area. He extended a hand to Daphne, taking hers to help her sit down by his side while maintaining decorum in her short dress. Then, he himself opened the bottle of champagne, which was, in all appearances, extremely expensive, and filled the four crystal glasses.

"How do you like the club so far?" asked Mark, as he offered the glasses. Robert took his. "The truth is, it's one of our favorite places. Daphne loves to come here whenever we have the opportunity. And, besides, after all we've talked about you, Robert, my wife couldn't wait to meet one of our rising stars within the department. And I must admit I was eager to meet the woman Robert brags so much about. The perfect excuse."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Mark and Daphne were stunning. Mark was a very handsome man and confident with it and he greeted Jane with an affectionate hug and a kiss, putting her at ease with a compliment. Daphne had a body to die for but Jane thought she looked a little nervous.

The cocktail lounge seemed to serve as a meeting point for people rather than a destination in itself. Jane noticed that after a while couples migrated further into the building but in order to do so they had to pass through a scanner. It was standard practise in a lot of clubs these days but seemed a bit excessive for a country club.

"Please, join us. We have a private area ready." Mark explained. “We just need to get you both a wristband first. So that you can get through the scanner.”

“It will just take a moment,” Daphne said and Jane thought she could definitely sense nervousness this time

They followed Mark into a well furnished security lounge.

"Mark and Daphne Ross. We require bracelets for our partners," Mark asked the sharp suited security guard.

"Certainly Mr & Mrs Ross. If I can just scan your bracelets then we can arrange this."

The guard used a small handheld scanner to scan Mark and Daphne's bracelets. Jane hadn't realised they were both wearing security bracelets they looked like high end jewellery. Both were pale green in colour.

The guard went away and came back with two leather bound boxes. The sort that expensive watches come in. He opened one up and inside was a similar green bracelet which he delicately put on Jane's wrist. It snapped closed with a click.

"Does that feel alright Mrs Carter?" he asked. "Not too tight."

"It's fine, thank you," Jane said, wondering how the guard had known her name. Then turning to Mark and Daphne she added, "These are beautiful bracelets. I'll have to be careful not to lose it."

"They're suprisingly difficult to lose," Daphne said, ironically.

"That's one of only 400 hundred," Mark explained, "but we'll tell you all about that later."

The guard then put Robert's bracelet on and then they were good to go, passing through the security scanner without a problem. Mark escorted them to their private dining suite and they toasted with Champagne.

"How do you like the club so far?" asked Mark... "The truth is, it's one of our favorite places. Daphne loves to come here whenever we have the opportunity..."

"It's a beautiful place. I'll show you some of the beauty treatments they do here tomorrow, they're amazing and you can swim, go hiking, horseriding too," Daphne added. "Although to be honest neither of us has been in the club before."

Mark gave Daphne a look of consternation.

"Membership of the club is limited to a hundred executives plus their wives or husbands, which isn't many in a company as big as ours," Mark began. "In order to qualify you have to be over 25 and invited. At 45 you are required to leave at the age. There's another club for those over 45 they're called the "Masters". This way there's always new blood coming in. Three months ago i was invited consider becoming a probationary member. We've visited a few times now and last week i decided to become one. As Probationary members we can use some of the club's facilities but not all. We are allowed to invite one "partner" couple to join us and we chose to invite you."

Jane felt flattered

"So how do you become a full member?" she asked.

"There are several stages. Probationary, Prospect, Initiate and then finally Member. When a member reaches 45 he becomes a Master and a very few of those are chosen to become a councilor. Which is the highest level. Daphne's father is one of them."

"Your father works for Regenesis?"

"My maiden name is Perkins. My father is Ross Perkins."

"Oh my gosh," Daphne replied. "He's one of the founders of Regenesis."

That's right."

"Anyway to come back to Daphne's point. Your status determines how much access you have within the club. I've only just been accepted as a Probationary member and so this is the first time we've been able to enter the club. We can use the restaurant and dancefloor but we can't access the levels beneath it. Those become available as your status increases."

"How long does it take to become a full member?"

"A maximum of six months. If you haven't met the criteria by then then you have to leave," Daphne said with concern.

"Even if you wife's father is a councillor," Mark added.

 

[Desande]

Robert listened intently as Mark and Daphne explained the intricacies of the club's membership structure, feeling both flattered and intrigued by the exclusivity of it all. The fact that they had been chosen as the couple to accompany Mark and Daphne as their partners was not something he took lightly. As he sipped the champagne, he considered the various stages of membership and the idea of being part of such an elite group within Regenesis.

He was particularly struck by the revelation that Daphne's father was Ross Perkins, one of the company's founders. The weight of that connection made him feel even more honored to be there. As they spoke about the criteria for full membership and the six-month deadline, Robert couldn't help but detect a hint of concern in both Daphne and Mark's voices. It seemed that even their connections couldn't guarantee them a smooth journey through the ranks of the club.

"Well, it's quite the honor to be here as your partner couple," Robert began, trying to keep the conversation flowing. "And I must say, this is all very fascinating. It's not every day you get to be part of something so exclusive, especially within a company as large as Regenesis."

He paused, mulling over what he had just learned. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly are the criteria for advancing through the various stages? Is it based on professional accomplishments, personal connections, or something else entirely?"

Robert could see Jane's curiosity piqued as well, and he hoped that by delving deeper into the topic, they might be able to offer some support or assistance to Mark and Daphne during their journey towards full membership. It was always smart to keep in the good graces of your boss.

Mark hesitated for a moment, glancing at Daphne before responding to Robert's question. "Well, advancing through the stages does involve a mix of professional accomplishments and personal connections, but there's more to it than just that. Each stage comes with its own... unique challenges," he said, trying to choose his words carefully.

Daphne chimed in, her voice slightly wavering, "Perhaps there's something else about the club you'd like to know? We could answer that first."

Robert, sensing their reluctance but feeling the need to understand what they were getting into, decided to be more assertive. "Mark, Daphne, please, let me reiterate how much I appreciate this opportunity and how grateful we are to be here. It's clear that there's a lot of trust involved in bringing us here, and Jane and I want to return the favor."

Robert placed a hand on his wife's leg. Not in any kind of forward way. Just as a slight touch and contact, and a way to show unity towards both Mark and Daphne.

"Don't worry about what you have to say. We are here to listen, and we want to be as informed as possible. Whatever it is, I'm sure we can handle it."

Mark looked at Daphne, who gave him a small nod, as if to say that it was okay to share the information. Mark took a deep breath and finally spoke up. "Alright, I'll be honest with you. One of the initiation requirements for the first stage involves... partner swapping. It's like a swingers club, in a way."

Robert's eyes widened slightly, but he maintained his composure, not wanting to show any signs of shock or discomfort. In truth, his first reaction upon hearing this was to glance at Daphne. He noticed that she saw his gaze, and also that a faint smile of reassurance appeared on her face, as if she felt much more secure now that she had that look from another person.

"Of course, you're not obligated to accept. It's part of the initiation, but we're still in time to find another couple who may feel comfortable with the situation," Mark hastened to clarify.

"Although it would be a shame," added Daphne. "You both more than meet the expectations Mark had shared with me. I'm sure we could have a lot of fun together." Her seductive tone didn't help to erase the image from Robert's mind, though noticing that his own hand remained close to his wife's knee did.

"I'm sure of that, but... I think it's a significant enough request that my wife and I need to discuss it. At the very least, for tonight."

He looked at Jane, with a firm nod, while squeezing her knee a bit more emphatically, marking his presence there. Although both were ambitious in their professional careers and the opportunity it presented, and despite the fact that he knew Jane found Mark as attractive as he found Daphne, their marriage came first.

"It's perfectly understandable, Robert. We chose you knowing, in part, what we were deciding. For you, everything is new. Take the time you need."

It was nice to notice that his boss seemed to have his back. Despite everything, Robert had the impression that, just like at work, Mark believed he was in absolute control of the situation. As if it were only a matter of time. Robert wasn't so sure things would turn out that way.

"Is there any other question we can answer for you about the club?" Daphne inquired in the meantime.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

For some inexplicable reason Jane hadn’t been as shocked by the revelation as she thought she might have been. Something about the club had given off an odd vibe, hadn’t seemed normal. And so, deep down, it hadn’t been a total surprise.

“If that’s just the first stage then what comes after?” she asked.

It was becoming clear why Mark and Daphne had opted for a private room for dinner. Jane wondered how they might have brought up the subject if Robert hadn’t helped them.

“The move from Prospect to Initiate takes longer. Basically it requires the four of us to get to know each other better and to spend time in each other’s company. It also requires us to have sex with no less than twenty full members and their partners. They’re called ‘Unions’,” Daphne explained, her nerves gone, now that things were on the table.

“In six months?”

“Well, a little less now, but yes,” Mark confirmed. “The Unions don’t have to be at the club. Because members are based all around the world, Prospects are expected to travel. At the company’s expense of course.”

“But how will people know when we’ve had a Union. Do you go around collecting stamps in a book?”

“The bracelets know,” Daphne said lifting her wrist up. They change colour when your status changes. Green for Probationary, Blue for Prospect, Red for Initiate and Platinum for Member.”

“The bracelets just know?”

“Yes. You’ll see. When…. I’m sorry ‘if’ we have our Union. Afterwards they’ll turn to blue. As prospective members Robert and i will have a platinum band running along the centre of our bracelets and as our partners yours will have a bronze one running through yours.

“And the final stage from Initiate to Member. What’s involved in that?”

Mark looked at Daphne before speaking.

“We have to be unopposed by the other Members and then there is an initiation ceremony. I can’t tell you what it is because it’s a secret.”

“But if you look around, there’s four hundred people who have been through it and they all look pretty normal to me,” Daphne added, her nervousness returning.

It was a lot to take in and Jane took a hold of Robert’s hand for support.

“There are benefits too, “ Mark added. “Regenesis treats the partners of Members very well. You’ll find that out. They also treat the partners of people training to be members pretty well too. This get better as we progress up the ranks. Cars, houses, salary, allowances, travel, vacations and promotion of course.”

“And there are no old ugly people in the membership. Everyone is between 25 and 45 and attractive,” Daphne said hopefully.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Mark admitted. “But we need an answer this weekend. Well actually we need more of an answer.”

Jane looked at Robert, Mark’s implication clear.

“Why don’t we spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other then?” Jane suggested. I think Mark and I need to have a talk tonight and tomorrow Daphne, perhaps you and I can spend some time together while the boys go off and do boy things.”

“So that’s not a ‘NO’ then?” Daphne said hopefully.

“I don’t think so Robert,” Jane said looking at her husband. “Is it?”

 

[Desande]

Robert felt a mix of astonishment and intrigue as he processed the information Mark and Daphne had just shared. The idea of a secret society with members engaging in Unions and climbing through ranks was both thrilling and enticing. He glanced at Jane, sensing her own uncertainty, and appreciated her suggestion for the couples to spend more time getting to know each other.

As he considered everything he'd heard, Robert found himself drawn to the lifestyle Mark and Daphne described. The exclusive benefits, the potential for personal and professional growth, and the company of attractive, like-minded individuals were all alluring. Although he acknowledged the challenges and potential consequences that might come with it, he couldn't help but feel eager to explore the opportunity.

"No, it's not a no," Robert agreed, looking at Jane with a blend of excitement and anticipation. "But we definitely need to talk more about it and consider all aspects before making any decisions."

Mark smiled at Robert's response, sensing that he and Jane were at least open to the idea. Then, he turned his attention to Jane with a smile. "We also believe that getting to know each other better is an essential part of the process. It's important that we trust and feel comfortable with one another as we embark on this journey together."

And so they did.

As the evening progressed, the two couples enjoyed their drinks and engaged in lively conversation in the reserved area of the nightclub. Mark revealed that he had a passion for numbers and strategy, which had led him to a career in finance at Regenesis. He also shared that he enjoyed playing the piano in his free time, something he found both calming and intellectually stimulating.

Robert opened up as well, explaining that his analytical mind had drawn him to finance and his admiration for the innovative work at Regenesis had solidified his decision to join the company. In his free time, he was an outdoorsy sports kind of guy. His latest obsession was tennis, which he played twice every week. He was also fond of marathons and running, which, surprisingly, was a common interest with Daphne.

The women shared as well, divulging whatever each of them felt comfortable discussing. It wasn't a conversation between coworkers, but more akin to the start of a friendship. Or, at least, that's the way Robert wanted to see it. He was having a good time, and he thought Jane was as well, which was the main priority of the night.

They were about to go their separate ways, rising from their seats, when Daphne interjected. "I think there's one better way to end the night. Why don't we go hit the dance floor? I think it would be a fun way to cap off the evening." She didn't say it, but the physical closeness was a nice touch to add as well. There is something to be said of the way dancing can bring people together and show how compatible they might be.

Robert looked at Jane, leaving the decision to her. He was happy to oblige, but also wanted some alone time with his wife to discuss the evening. Not that he would make his wife turn down the offer herself—if he saw she didn't want to, he would politely refuse himself.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane could sense that Robert was excited by the proposal but he did his best not to seem too keen. He’d always been the sporty, competitive achiever of the two while Jane was the quieter, more cerebral one.

She could see that Robert and Daphne were already bonding over their love of the outdoors and fitness. Whereas Jane who was naturally slender had never been bitten by the fitness bug. She’d always just been content to support her husband at marathons and triathlons without taking part herself. They’d made weekends away of it, with Robert competing and Jane looking after him

The only exercise Jane really liked was swimming. She loved the water, having grown up by it. She loved to swim, kayak even surf, although not well.

Jane’s big passion was music and she couldn’t help wondering if it was more than just a coincidence that Mark played the piano. She did too, as well as the violin and the guitar. She’d thought about becoming a professional musician when she was younger but, unless you were the star performer, playing in orchestras didn’t pay that well.

Jane liked Mark. He seemed like a sensitive, intelligent considerate person. Someone who’d achieved his VP status through his abilities rather than a drive for status. They were qualities she could relate to.

She felt she had less in common with Daphne however. Daphne was stupidly attractive and if Jane was honest she felt a bit threatened by her. Which she knew was dumb in a way because on the looks side Mark was easily her equal. She wondered if Robert felt threatened by him.

When Daphne suggested the nightclub however, Jane readily agreed. Jane could dance all night given the chance, but she and Robert didn’t seem to do that as much now as when they were dating.

In Daphne however, Jane found a kindred spirit, someone who loved to dance as much as her.

The dance floor was packed and the four of them danced together not really as two couples but just as four friends. When the guys finally had enough of dancing they suggested getting some drinks and retired to the bar to watch their partners while the two girls continued alone.

“What do you think?” Daphne asked, her confidence returned now.

“About what?” Jane asked.

“Our proposition of course,” she laughed.

“Well Robert’s keen. I can tell you that for sure,” Jane said evasively.

“Mark really likes you. I can tell. I knew he would when we picked you. You’re a good match for him. More intelligent than me. ”

It seemed like an unusual thing to say, Jane thought but she let it drop.

“He’s nice. I like Mark too.”

“Good. I like Robert. He’s hunky.”

“Don’t tell him that. It’ll go straight to his head,” Jane laughed.

“We weren’t sure if you’d like me though. I really hope we can get along.”

“I like you, you’re a nice person,” Jane said trying to sound reassuring. “I mean I wish you didn’t look so hot though,” she laughed.

Daphne put her hands on Jane’s hips and pulled Jane closer.

“I’m glad you think I look hot. I want you to enjoy being with me too. “

Jane felt herself blush

“Why don’t we give the boys an indication that things are going in the right direction,” Daphne suggested and placed her lips close to Jane’s almost but not quite touching.

Jane had never kissed a girl before but she found herself intoxicated with the prospect. She leant forward and the two girls’ mouths met. ….

 

[Desande]

As the four of them moved to the dance floor, Robert couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. The vibrant lights and pulsating music seemed to heighten the intensity of the situation. He watched Jane and Daphne dancing together, their laughter and smiles evident, and felt a surge of affection for his wife. He was glad to see her enjoying herself and connecting with Daphne.

Robert's mind kept wandering back to the proposal, the idea of joining this secret society and what it could mean for them. Dancing with Mark and Daphne, he felt a thrill of anticipation for the possibilities that lay ahead, but also a nagging uncertainty. He wondered if he was ready for the changes it could bring to their lives.

After a while, Mark suggested they grab some drinks and take a break. Robert was grateful for the opportunity to step away from the dance floor and have a moment to collect his thoughts. As they stood at the bar, watching Jane and Daphne continue to dance together, Mark turned to Robert and commented, "Jane and Daphne seem to be getting along quite well, don't you think?"

Robert nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I'm really glad to see that. They both look so happy out there."

As they continued to watch the women, Mark said, "I have to admit, Daphne is quite the dancer. Your wife isn't too shabby either."

Robert chuckled, "You're right about that. They make quite the pair, don't they?"

It was then that Mark playfully asked, "So, what's it going to take for you and Jane to accept our offer?"

Just as Robert was about to respond, he noticed Jane and Daphne lean in for a kiss on the dance floor. The sight stirred something primal within him, and he answered without thinking, "Well, a night with Daphne and Jane might help dispel some of my doubts."

He felt a twinge of embarrassment as he realized that he was starting to get aroused by the image of the two women together. His mind raced with thoughts of what that experience could be like. The images were now engraved in his imagination. He felt himself getting hard at the idea. His tone had been half-joking, but he realised he now wanted that to happen. At some point.

To his surprise, Mark's expression turned serious. "I'm willing to facilitate that, if it's gonna help you make up your mind. And I'm sure Daphne would love to," he said, his voice low and intense. "But also, you should know that if you decide to join, you'll have the chance for experiences like that one... and so much more. You are thinking small, Robert."

Robert felt the weight of Mark's words and quickly tried to downplay his previous comment. "I was just joking," he said, a hint of unease creeping into his voice. "Daphne is obviously a very attractive woman, but the first thing I need to do is finish the conversation with my wife."

Mark, sensing Robert's discomfort, smiled and patted him on the back. "No worries, my man. Just enjoy your stay here and the night. We'll be here when you're ready to talk more about it."

As they watched Jane and Daphne on the dance floor, their bodies moving gracefully to the music, Robert couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. Although that wasn't quite true. His mind was only focused on one thing: what that night held for him and his wife. His growing arousal was in dire need of satisfaction. And Jane seemed to enjoy herself with Daphne aswell.

But he didn't want to rush any decisions. The talk was importnat, he thought, trying to cool himself. He wasn't very succesfull.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

There was no going back from the kiss that the two girls had just shared. What had started as a small exploratory contact had grown, until it was a full on passionate,' tongues in mouths' embrace, that left Jane feeling giddy when she came up for air.

"Wow," she said when they'd finished. "I've never done that before."

"Me neither," Daphne giggled.

"But you were so good at it."

"Mark and I are just like you. We've never done any of this before either," Daphne confessed. "We've just had more time to think about it. And we desperately want to become Members. And we'd really like to do that with you as our partners."

Jane considered Daphne's revelation. For someone who'd never done anything like this before she was certainly throwing herself into it.

"Don't turn around but I think we've captured the boys' attention," Daphne said conspiratorially. "Quick, kiss me again."

The second time, Jane was more confident and the kiss more dynamic. She had to admit, she enjoyed kissing Daphne and after their second 'go' the girls stayed couples in each other's arms, swaying to the music. Jane was suprised to see that nobody around them seemed to be concerned by what they were doing. It hadn't even raised an eyebrow.

"Would you mind if I asked Robert for a dance?" Daphne asked.

At that moment Jane felt as if she didn't want to let Daphne go. She wasn't too sure if she wanted to let Daphne loose on Robert either though. But she knew she was going to have to find that out one way or the other and the nightclub seemed as good a place as any to find out.

"I think you should," she said positively.

"And would you mind if i kissed him?"

"I don't mind if you kiss him," Jane laughed. "And just so we're clear. You don't need to ask my permission to do anything with Robert. I don't know how this is going to work but if you both want to do something then I'm fine with it."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, the same goes for you and Mark."

"Ok."

"Shall we go and ask the boys if they want to dance then?" Daphne said, keen to grasp the opportunity.

 

[Desande]

It was astonishing that nobody seemed to be staring at Jane and Daphne, thought Robert. And not because what they were doing was strange or unnatural. Simply because they were two genuine beauties. That they were two women interested in him, to put it in a way that encompassed both, was thrilling for Robert, but he would surely have admired that kiss in any case.

"Our wives look good together," said Mark, appreciatively.

It was an obvious comment, but Robert couldn't help but nod. Again, various images of how their wives would look even better together paraded through his mind. Again, he had to make an effort to suppress them. It wasn't going to happen that night, no matter how much each advance seemed to push him to leave caution behind and embrace the decision that, by now, seemed clear they were going to make.

"Yes," confirmed Robert. "And now they are looking at us."

It would have been foolish for him to feel jealous of Jane looking at Mark, but he couldn't blame her. He was doing the same with Daphne. And if they were going to accept this kind of arrangement, jealousy was the first thing that had to go. At least that thought was able to contain it. He didn't know how he would feel if it had been Mark instead of Daphne whom he had kissed first, but now it felt as if a floodgate had been opened.

The two women approached them. Each step seemed more seductive than the last under the intense gaze of the two men. Both, leaning against the bar until that moment, straightened up as the women stood face to face. Daphne extended a hand towards Robert directly, without saying a word. She didn't need to speak when her gaze seemed to sparkle.

But, even so, she did, noticing Robert's hesitation. "I would love for us to enjoy a dance together, Robert."

He looked at Jane for a second to make sure that, despite everything, this was alright. It was ridiculous. The two women had just engaged in one of the most erotic things Robert had ever experienced in his life, and now he was asking his wife if it was okay for him to dance with the woman she had just been kissing. And yet, he felt more comfortable doing it that way.

Once assured that it was okay, he returned to the dance floor. Before doing so, he glanced from Jane to Mark, indicating that, of course, fair was fair. If they were all going to get to know each other that night, everyone should have an equal role.

The music seemed to envelop them as soon as they reached the center of the dance floor. The world around them seemed to fade away. It was curious; it's not that the sound had suddenly changed, but suddenly it felt different. Feeling isolated from the rest of the world, Daphne let herself fall into Robert's arms as they danced, doing so much closer than before, much less innocently.

"I've never done with another woman what I did with Jane before," she explained. The conversation seemed particularly intimate during the dance. Daphne had her back to him, moving to the rhythm, resting her head on Robert's shoulder, letting herself be carried away.

"It didn't seem that way. I wasn't there, and yet it seemed incredible to me."

"It was," Jane confirmed. "Jane is a very special woman. Although I was worried that it might... scare you a little. I know you said you wanted to wait to talk to each other."

Robert was silent for a few seconds, simply dancing. Daphne spun around, facing him, without stopping dancing at any time. "Did it? Scare you, I mean."

"No, it didn't," he said, finally.

"And... how did it feel? What were you thinking, while watching?" she asked.

"That it was the hottest thing I have ever seen. That I'm lucky to be part of that in some shape or form, to have such beautiful women thinking, at least, partially, about me, while that was happening. And...," he sighed, taking a second. Daphne licked her own lips waiting. "That I want to have you both on my bed. That I don't want to wait. That maybe it isn't such a bad idea to just jump into things."

Daphne didn't answer straight away, and Robert could understand why. "I want you," she said, finally, "but you were so sure you had to have that conversation with your wife before. You shouldn't change your mind just because you are horny. And believe me when I tell you... I am as well. I would love to seal the deal tonight."

Their movements became even closer. Their bodies seemed as one. It was impossible for Daphne not to notice the bulge in his pants, just as it was impossible for him not to notice the heat she exuded. "But I also want you for good. Not just for one night. I want to get to know you and Jane both, and I want you to know us."

Robert shrugged. "Yeah. I know what you mean." A sigh escaped his lips.

Daphne smiled, and her hands moved behind Robert's shoulders, beginning to play with the hair on his nape. "Would you mind if I gave you a little preview? I like being a fair woman, and your wife has already received one. I think it's fair that you also receive another. Just for fairness' sake."

Robert laughed. "I don't know if my wife would be okay with that."

"I already asked her permission," Daphne replied. "I also noticed how much you both value each other's opinions tonight. I didn't want to overstep without talking to her."

There was a brief, slightly incredulous pause. Had Jane agreed to him kissing Daphne? He looked up to find her on the dance floor, probably with Mark, but Daphne brought a hand to his chin and forced him to focus on her again. It was too soon to break the spell. "She said yes, Robert. That we can do whatever we both want. The question is whether you want to."

Another moment of silence. Finally, completely lost in Daphne's gaze, Robert spoke. "Yes. I would like that."

"That's what I was hoping to hear," Daphne replied.

Her hands stopped playing with the hair on his neck and gripped him, pulling him closer. His lips met hers willingly. And soon, the rest of their bodies reacted. He pulled her even closer, and all his animal instincts awakened at once. He had to restrain himself from caressing her. But there was no doubt that she had noticed his erection... and neither that she had moaned slightly when he had brushed it lightly against her hip in an involuntary movement.

"I hope tomorrow comes fast," she said finally, breaking the kiss with a smile on her face.

Robert, again, par for the course of the night, agreed.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane watched Daphne lead Robert to the dance floor. He looked a bit like a schoolboy who’d been offered the keys to the sweetshop but didn’t quite believe it.

“Would you like to dance?” Jane asked Mark.

“I would,” Mark replied. “But why don’t we give those two some space,” he suggested.

“It’s a nice evening We could take a walk,” Jane said boldly.

“If you’re ok with that.”

“I am,” she said with as much confidence as she could muster.

Mark caught Daphne’s eye momentarily and discretely waived goodbye to her. Daphne nodded back equally discretely. Robert seemed to be enjoying himself with Daphne and, although Jane thought about trying to attract his attention, in truth, she didn’t try too hard. She was sure that Daphne would let him know if she needed to.

Mark and Jane walked out of the club and back into the cocktail bar. From there it was a short walk to the front entrance. The air outside was warm and sweet. Mark offered Jane his arm and the two of them walked into the discretely lit ornamental garden.

“I know this has all been a lot to take in,” Mark began. “There wasn’t really another way to break it to you.”

“I don’t think there’s a proper way to tell another couple that you belong to a secret society and that you want to have sex with them. Oh and that they then have to have sex with lots of other people too. That’s always going to be difficult to slip into the conversation,” Jane joked

“If you put it like that,” Mark laughed.

“You know,” Jane admitted. “ It was a shock but not as much of a shock as I might have thought. What did Robert say when you spoke to him?”

“You need to talk to him yourself,” Mark said honestly. “It would be wrong of me to presume.”

“So he was keen,” Jane laughed. “That figures. I mean who wouldn’t be with Daphne. “

“Robert wasn’t against the idea, let’s say. It could do a lot for his career.” Mark said accentuating the positives. “And yours too. And we’re a nice bunch of here at the club. Good looking, young, attractive”

“Did you pick me, Mark?”

Mark stopped walking and turned to face Jane.

“Yes. I did,” he said frankly. “We can only pick partners who both work for Regenesis. They can be from anywhere in the world but they have to both work for the company. I saw your profile liked the way you looked but more importantly we seemed to share the same interests. It was the same for Daphne and Robert. A match made in heaven you might say. But yes I did pick you. We didn’t know if you and Daphne would get along though, but from what I saw on the dancefloor it looks like you do.”

“You saw that.”

“I did and for a moment I was very jealous of my wife.”

“And why was that?” Jane said coyly.

“Because I wanted it to be me who was kissing you.”

“Well maybe now is the time to do something about that,”

Mark put his hands on Jane's waist. He bent his head down and she met his lips with hers.

If the kiss with Daphne had left her giddy then the kiss with Mark left her almost weak at the knees.

“So what do we have to do to get these wrist bands to change colour?” Jane asked.

“Well, the four of us need to swap partners in one of the rooms in the club and then you need to spend the night with me and Robert needs to spend the night with Daphne.”

“Anything else?”

“No.”

“You're sure?

“Yes, for now. After that the wristbands will change colour. You will become our partners and we move up to become Prospect members of the club. Then there’s no turning back.”

“We should go back now,”Jane suggested. “I think Robert and I have some talking to do and he’ll wonder where i am if we’re gone too long.”

“Of course,”

“ I just need you to do one more thing before we do,”

“What?”

“Kiss me again.”

 

[Desande]

It shouldn't have been so easy.

A part of Robert scolded himself for that. It seemed to him that there was a slight difference between Jane and Daphne having kissed, and now him doing it with her. No, let's not be mistaken, Robert was far from being a prude. In fact, at no time had he judged anything that Mark and Daphne had presented to him or the experiences they required in the society to which they had been invited.

But still…

Maybe it was the lack of a conversation with his wife that poisoned his thoughts the most. Or maybe it was because he had enjoyed the kiss more than he would like to admit. Perhaps he felt that Jane and Daphne had only been teasing them and playing with them, and whether they enjoyed the experience or not, it wasn't... that serious.

But there was no doubt about the desire, palpable, that now spread between Daphne and him. The way she placed her hands on his forearms, looking straight into his eyes with that enigmatic smile. Her lips were slightly parted, moist. As if she didn't want to say anything else that would break the moment.

Until it seemed inevitable.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a terrible dancer?" she asked, smiling.

"You're not the first to say it, no," Robert replied, smiling back. "But it's hard to look like a good dancer next to you. The dance floor seems made for you."

"That's a terrible excuse," Daphne returned, laughing. "At least you make up for it by being such a good kisser. I could spend all night dancing with you if you were going to reward me with kisses like that."

"You haven't seen anything yet." Robert's comment was charged with a self-confidence he didn't feel. But it didn't matter. It was part of the flirting. Perhaps the conversation could have been smarter, more focused on the secret society. But in those moments, only one thing mattered to him. "I'm an even better kisser. In that first kiss, I was still... processing everything that was happening."

"I'm afraid I won't believe it until I have —"

She didn't have time to finish his tease, because Robert brought her close again and kissed her. And he fulfilled his promise. It was a better kiss. More intense. Deeper. Their tongues played with one another. Their bodies pressed against each other, all possible shyness or reservations gone.

Daphne's hands went to his chest, then down to his hips. One mischievous hand ventured even further in her caresses, and a light finger traced the outline of his member through his pants.

"You are a tease."

"I don't know what gave you that impression," she said, feigning indignation. "Let me repeat myself one more time, but I can't wait until tomorrow."

The mention of the wait brought Robert back to reality. To one where he still hadn't talked about this with Jane. Although they both might be relatively open sexually, they hadn't done partner swapping. They didn't have an open or polygamous relationship. It was a significant leap, one they needed to agree upon. He couldn't continue playing with things like this.

He forced himself to separate slightly from Daphne, and, although the disappointed expression on her face was hard to look at, she seemed to understand the nonverbal language, the message they were communicating to each other with just their gazes.

"Make sure to give Jane an unforgettable night tonight, at least," Daphne finally said. "If her time with Mark has been half as interesting as yours with me, she'll need it. And I could already check that you need a bit of relief yourself, handsome."

He blushed at the last part, but wasn't what his mind stopped at. That comment was strange for him to process, specially the part about Jane. No, it wasn't jealousy. He wouldn't dare to be jealous after how he had felt with Daphne. But there was something else nagging at the back of his brain.

By the time they decided to leave the dance floor, Jane and Mark were returning. Robert hadn't even noticed that they had gone outside, so engrossed as he was with Daphne, but she confirmed that they had left at the beginning of the dance session.

Mark was the first to speak. He was used to carrying the weight of the conversation. Daphne stood by his side, and Robert returned to stand next to Jane. Both couple reunited finally.

"So… this was a lovely night, but it has to come to an end. I believe you both have something to talk about," he said, finally, signaling both Jane and Robert. "And I'm sure Daphne and I will have things to share as well. How about meeting for lunch tomorrow?"

Mark couldn't avoid smiling a little, like he was saying a really fun joke. Robert caught on to it fast. No breakfast, then. He wasn't sure how much sleep they were getting that night, but it was better to play it safe. That made him think about what could have been happening outside.

"Fine by me," said Robert. "And I really hope we can give you an answer by then."

Robert intertwined his fingers with Jane's, gripping her hand and looking at her one last time. He waited in case she had something to say. And, if not, it would be time to wish each other goodnight and go to their room to review everything that had happened that night.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

The four of them left the club and walked the short distance back to the hotel. As they were about to part, Daphne piped up,

“They could always come with us to the Morning Greeting, couldn’t they?” she asked her husband eagerly.

Mark hesitated.

“They could,” he replied, “but I thought it might be better to wait until they’ve made their minds up.”

Jane looked at Robert before replying, then said.

“I think we can give you an answer by tomorrow morning, if that makes a difference. What’s the Morning Greeting?”

“I’m afraid we can’t tell you. The club's practises are secret and we've told you as much as we're allowed to. The rest you'd have to experience for yourseles. This was going to be our first time at the Morning Greeting too. It happens every day here at nine. Obviously it’s a lot busier on weekends though. All the members who are staying here attend and those who are prospecting to become members can too. It’s a good way to meet people and that will be important if you decide to go ahead with us.”

“How about if we text you when we’ve made a decision,” Jane suggested. “ If you hear from us in time then we’ll see you in the lobby at eight forty five. If not then we’ll see you for lunch.”

“Ok,” Mark replied. “In which case we’ll leave you both to your deliberations.”

The two couples parted with a final polite kiss. Robert and Jane made their way back to their room, but once inside there was only one topic of conversation. They lay on the bed together, still clothed, and cuddled up to one another. The only problem was that neither of them seemed to want to put forward their opinion for fear of offending the other. In the end it was Jane who cracked.

“I like Robert and Daphne. They’re nice people. I’d easily have sex with them,” she admitted. “I think you would too. But it’s not just going to be with them by the sounds of it. There’s going to be others. Plenty of them and I guess we have to weigh that up against the benefits. I love you Robert but if we are going to do this we have to be able to separate sex from love. There can be no room for jealousy. ”

She listened to what a Robert had to say and then she told him,

“I’m in if you are. I think we should do it.”

 

[Desande]

The Morning Greeting. The name sounded... unassuming. For how intense everything had been up to that point in that kind of Secret Society. The ranks, the places... everything had a common edge for something that, according to Daphne and Mark's words, was not at all common. The name wasn't particularly suggestive, and yet, upon hearing it, Robert couldn't help but feel curious.

But that wasn't going to force him to make a decision more hastily, or spend less time with his wife. Jane was Jane. No matter how spectacular Daphne was, or how comfortable he had felt dancing with her, she simply wasn't his wife. And although he had always been clear about that, he confirmed it as they returned to the room.

He wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize his relationship with Jane. Perhaps that's why he didn't know how to approach the conversation as they snuggled in bed. His hands wrapped around Jane's body, closing on her shoulder. His fingers caressed it up and down. His gaze seemed fixed on the ceiling, thoughtful, alternating between looking at nothing and lowering it to his wife.

She was the first to be direct. Robert loved her a little more for that. It was true that there was no point in going around in circles anymore. The sooner they talked openly and directly with each other, the sooner they would resolve any doubts they might have in making a decision.

"Sleeping with Mark and Daphne isn't what worries me the most," Robert admitted.

Nor was it the least worrisome. He didn't know what to expect, but that was simply because they hadn't experienced it before, and there was always that feeling of vertigo before making such a decision. But it seemed too childish to be afraid that their relationship with Jane could be affected by casual sex with another couple.

After all, one thing was to choose to voluntarily give themselves to others with whom there was some chemistry. That wasn't necessarily strange or something they hadn't considered before. The problem was the total separation of sex and love that had to be considered in order to conceive the rest of the activities that seemed to encompass the secret society's endeavors. Yes, in theory, it was easy to understand. But feelings didn't understand theories.

And the benefits...

Was it wrong for him to be attracted to the benefits? That, when weighed on a scale, it could help him make a decision? There was a twinge of guilt. Did that mean the benefits were more important than Jane? Professional ambition had always been important, but it shouldn't be above their marriage. And although it wasn't above it per se... well, there was a moment when he considered it.

He sighed. He had never imagined that a retreat to an earthly paradise with an offer like that would lead him to one of the greatest moments of introspection in his life. But there he was.

"I love you, Jane. And I love what we have. And I don't want to put it in peril. But... I think we should try," he said, finally, conceding. "But we should still try to find time for ourselves. We need to separate the sex with others from love, but we need to be able to still... you know... make love. I need to feel that it's different with you than with all the others that will follow. And we need to be able to say stop, any of us. At any point. If we don't want to keep going, we just go home and forget everything about this. With no repercussions, with no hard feelings from the other one."

He didn't say it because he was thinking of doing it. Someone more cynical might think of doing it with Mark and Daphne and then refuse everything else, but Robert wasn't that cynical. In fact, he contemplated the possibility that the person who ended up wanting to cancel the agreement could be either him or his wife.

But it was better to discuss things clearly and have a safety net that you might not need later than not having talked about it and exposing yourself to it.

"If you're okay with that... then yes, I'm also in."

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Jane couldn’t help thinking that there would be repercussions if she and Robert pulled out of the arrangement once they’d agreed to it. Regenesis, she thought, wouldn’t take kindly to the CEO’s daughter being let down and her bid to become a member with her husband fail. But Jane kept this thought to herself.

“I’ll text Daphne and let them know,” she told Robert.

Jane typed out a message on her phone

“We’ve talked it through and would like to go ahead. We’re both looking forward to the adventure!”

She showed Robert the text then pressed send. There was a sense of finality as she did it. That there was no turning back now. Tomorrow night she would be sleeping with Mark, and Robert with Daphne. After that, who knows what.

It wasn’t long before her phone pinged with a reply.

“Thank you so much. We’re so excited to be on this journey with you. Robert says that you’ll find your robes for the ceremony outside the door in the morning see you at 8.45 xxx”

Jane showed Robert the text and then the two of them just lay there. The enormity of what they were committing to hitting home.

“We should probably have sex,” Jane suggested.

***

The alarm went off at eight on Saturday morning. Jane felt tired. She wasn’t a morning person. The sex the night before had been good. Much better for both of them than it had been of late if they were being honest. Perhaps they’d let things get a bit stale in that department.

Jane couldn’t function without coffee and she set the percolator off while Mark got in the shower.

The clothes for the ceremony were outside the door like Daphne had said they would be, wrapped in cellophane packaging. She opened hers. It looked like a toga but she was worried about the size because it seemed quite short.

She poured them both a coffee then took the cups into the bathroom. Robert was out of the shower now and shaving in front of the basin naked. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the back of his neck

“The clothes for the ceremony are on the bed. Mine looks a bit short,” she said then climbed into the shower.

She spent too long in the shower and hastily applied a little make up then went to put on her toga. When she saw Robert she was a bit surprised at his outfit but oddly it suited him. She slipped into hers and the two of them studied each other. They looked like something from a 70s sci fi movie.

“This toga’s very short. I hope it’s meant to be like this,” Jane said with a concerned tone.

There was no time to check sizes they were already late. Leaving the room they were relieved to see people dressed just like them. It felt like a Star Trek convention or whatever series the costumes had come from but there was safety in numbers.

Jane looked at the other women who were wearing similarly short togas and realised she’d made a fashion faux pas.

“I’ve just got to go back to the room quickly,” she explained.

She walked back along the corridor and into their bedroom. Hurriedly she removed the toga then removed her bra and panties then slipped the toga back on. Locking the door behind her she rushed to join Robert again

“I’m ready now,” she told him.

 

[Desande]

The matter-of-fact way in which Jane suggested they should have sex was what got him. Well… that and all the pent-up energy from the whole evening. And the stress from the journey they were about to embark on. But most of all, there was a primal need to get back to Jane. To show her she was still foremost in his mind.

Maybe that’s what made it so much better than the last times. It might seem ironic that it took that to make him truly appreciate some of what they had. Or push him to work on it to the best of his ability. At least, it seemed like the best of his ability was still enough to keep Daphne happy and up through some of the night.

He appreciated the tiredness. It was some kind of physical proof of their love. He also appreciated the closeness the next morning. If they weren’t on a time constraint at the moment, he might have tried to go for another round and join Jane in the shower. But he knew they had more pressing matters. And it’s not like they wouldn’t be able to have more alone time.

Right?

Anyway, they got ready as soon as they could for the Morning Greeting, whatever that was going to be. Robert felt a bit ridiculous in the space costume, but he didn’t refuse to wear it or make any comments. On the other hand, Jane… well, his wife was truly beautiful and he thought she could make even the least favorable clothes work, but the toga was perfect for her. Short and all.

“I like it,” he said, finally. He added a little playful whistle with a smile on his face. “I mean, it’s not high-end fashion. But you look great in it. Much better than my own.”

They went out into the hallway and held hands after Jane's second visit to the bedroom, just to make sure she was properly dressed for the occasion. They moved with the flow of people, their eyes scanning the crowd in search of some clue about what was going to happen. Or in search of Mark and Daphne, wherever they might be.

They finally found them in the lobby, as they said they would be. Robert knew he was attractive, but, again, seeing Mark looking handsome even in the ridiculous attire sent a pang of jealousy through him. He had to stop having those, he thought to himself. The man had only been nice to him so far. He couldn’t let his insecurities take control.

Daphne, of course, was a goddess. All the people in the club were young and attractive, that much was true, but seeing both his wife and his partner-to-be in those togas sent jolts of excitement through him that quashed and drowned those insecurities. They finally came together and exchanged quick kisses.

“Glad you decided to join us,” Mark said. “We didn’t get the chance to properly talk last night through text, but I also want to thank you for agreeing to our proposal. I know it might be hard, but I’m happy you are willing to give us the chance.”

“It will be all worth it. I promise,” added Daphne, with a smile. Robert didn’t doubt that she would try her best to make it worth it. And that meant some fun.

After a bit of small talk, he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “By the way, Mark, Daphne… do you know what this Morning Greeting is? I mean, not that I’m complaining, but all the togas and the ceremony… I know it’s your first one, but what do you know about it?”

Maybe it was stupid to ask. They were going to have their answer shortly, after all.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

By the way, Mark, Daphne… do you know what this Morning Greeting is?

“Well I know that you’ve got Daphne’s father to thank for these outfits,” Mark said laughing.

“It’s true,” Daphne admitted. “He formed the club a couple of years after they began Regenesis. He was in love with the film Logan’s run and stole the idea for the outfits from there. Only a man would come up with these togas,” she laughed.

“You’ll find the club’s a bit of a patriarchy,”Mark explained. “Some of its customs are definitely straight from the seventies.”

Jane looked around at all the women in togas that only just covered their backsides and all of them naked underneath. Yes, it definitely was a man’s world.”

“As for the Morning Greeting it’s basically a way of meeting people,” Mark explained. “You’ll see when we get there.”

“Shall we make our way to the to hall then?” Daphne asked excitedly.”

They left the hotel and made their way over to the dome shaped building that served as both a conference hall and theatre. Again they passed through a scanner before entering the building and Jane was pleased to see that her bracelet allowed her to enter unchallenged.

As they filtered into the main hall, a group of girls were handing out bottles of water to each of the participants. Jane took a bottle from one of the girls.

“Don’t forget the best bit,” the girl told her handing her a small pill.

“What’s this?” Jane asked Daphne.

“It’s a mood enhancer. Try it. It’s perfectly safe. Regenesis developed it thirty years ago,” Daphne said swallowing her pill and taking a swig of water. Mark doing the same.

“Ok.” Jane said copying her.

“It takes about five minutes to work,” Mark added.

The hall was bare. There were no seats laid out, just a large space in front of the raised stage. Couples milled around either in their parings or talking to friends. Then at nine o’clock precisely an older couple definitely more than 45 walked onto the stage and the hall went silent.

“Greetings members. It’s wonderful to see so many of you here today,” the man began.

Jane felt a warm glow beginning inside her, mixed in with a feeling of belonging and love for the people around her.

“The chosen couple today are Paul and Cindy Rossiter,” the lady announced. “Make your way to the Pleasure Suite with your partners Paul and Cindy.”

Paul and Cindy made their way to the stage accompanied by their partner couple. The crowd clapped and whooped as if they’d just won a place on a game show. Smiling, they shook the older couple’s hand and then were led off stage by some attendants.

“Now, it’s time for the Greeting,” the man continued. “Gentlemen if you’d like to choose a female and touch bracelets with them. Remember, try to make it someone you’ve not been with before.”

Robert and Jane watched as the men walked away from their wives. And chose a female almost at random.

“Go on,” Jane told Robert nudging him, the pill removing her inhibitions.

She stood alone for a few seconds until a handsome European looking man walked up to her.

“Greetings,” he said. “I’m Pierre.”

She could hear the girls around her saying it and so she responded

“Greetings. I’m Jane.”

Pierre held out his arm offering up his platinum bracelet. It Indicated that he was a full member and copying the other girls she touched his bracelet with hers.

“Your first time?” Pierre whispered noticing the bracelet’s colour.

Jane nodded, smiling. The pill was definitely having an effect now.

“It will be ok,” he said “but tell me to stop if it isn’t.”

“Ok.”

“Now greet your partners,” the man on the stage pronounced and the couples started to embrace.

As Pierre moved closer to her she felt her heart race and a deep sense of longing well up inside her. The kiss was passionate. As passionate as the ones she’d shared the previous night and now with a stranger. Jane couldn’t get enough but then the lady spoke up.

“Now disrobe for your men, girls,”

It was almost as if she was having an out of body experience watching herself take off the robe and letting it fall to the floor, then standing in front of Pierre naked.

“And pleasure your man.”

As if it had been synchronised the girls around her all knelt down and undoing the fly on the mens space age trousers they fished out their cocks and began to suck on them.

Jane hesitated and seeing this, Pierre applied a little pressure to her waist indicating that she should do the same

Jane didn’t question it. She knelt down in front of Pierre, undid his fly and pulled out a nicely shaped cock.

Then she proceeded to give him a blow job.

 

[Desande]

The greeting seemed innocent enough until the pills came into play. But as soon as he saw Jane taking hers, and Daphne and Mark appearing so confident, he went down the same path. How could he not? He had decided to trust, and he couldn't be double-checking everything that was happening all the time.

And the pill did its work.

It was actually a wonderful experience. Whatever troubled his mind disappeared, suppressed by the drugs. It's not that Robert enjoyed having his mind tampered with, especially not without knowing what exactly was going on, but he had to admit it was easier to just let himself go and enjoy the experience.

And so, when Jane nudged him, he nodded.

"Yes, we don't want to be without partners," he agreed.

It wasn't actually possible to end up without partners. They were all in pairs, so there would always be someone available for others. It was easier that way. More pure.

It didn't take long for Robert to find a shorter redhead with an Irish accent who made the first move. She approached him with a smile that beamed. She looked like she could illuminate the entire hall.

"Greetings," she said. "I'm Maeve."

"Greetings," he answered. "I'm Robert."

She didn't ask about his bracelet. Instead, she just pushed her own forward, waiting for Robert to connect. He did so after a second of looking around and checking what the others were doing. He realized that, again, he had lost track of his wife, Daphne, and Mark. Although lost wasn't the correct answer. They were all there, just greeting their own fellow members.

"Don't worry if it's your first time, Robert. I'll take care of everything."

He appreciated the effort from Maeve. And so, when the man on the stage asked them to greet their partners, she was the first one to take a step forward. But Robert met her halfway. And then kissed her.

Her lips were electric. Or hot. Like fire. He liked the absence of every possible inhibition or doubt. He liked just giving himself to her. His body reacted, all of it, the temperature rising. And his wasn't the only enhanced mood of the encounter, given how Maeve seemed hungry for more.

She moaned a little when she had to separate herself from him, and disrobed almost immediately, before the woman finished giving the instruction. Robert felt his gaze losing itself on her body. She presented herself so he could look more. She lightly pinched her nipple, and, even though that was hardly something that qualified as truly erotic, in that moment, it was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen.

And then she dropped to her knees. With expert hands, she undid his fly. Her hand grabbed his cock before Robert even realized what was happening. But when she expertly stroked it a couple of times before taking it in her mouth, he didn't want to stop her.

The instruction was to pleasure the man, and that she did. She was almost anxious, and he had to make an effort to not lose control of his own legs. For a second, he looked around, just to see some men much more into the greeting. Some, he thought, were even climaxing right there.

But Maeve didn't seem to like that he preferred to look at other men while she was pleasuring him, so she licked his entire length until her lips surrounded his tip, sucking intently. He, of course, returned his attention to her while she continued her ministrations.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Pierre didn’t last long. Perhaps it was the pill. Perhaps it was Pierre. Jane would have only classed her oral skills as average. She’d seen the pornos of girls sucking guys off and she knew she wasn’t an expert.

When he’d cum she’d let him fill her mouth with his seed. It seemed less messy than letting him shoot over her face or body. And she hadn’t got any tissues to clear up the mess with. Besides, Pierre had held onto the back of her head tightly as he’d emptied himself into her, so she hadn’t had a great deal of choice in the matter.

Looking around she noticed that some of the other women were already getting up and the men were putting their togas back on for them. Quickly Jane swallowed Pierre’s creamy offering then licked the final few drops of cum from his cock before folding it back into his trousers.

She got up from the floor and stood in front of Pierre who kissed her passionately, licking his own cum from inside her mouth. It was an act that made Jane feel both dirty and excited.

“Well done,” he said, kindly. “Let me dress you..”

He picked up the toga and slipped it onto her then bent down and picked up their bottles of water. He offered her a bottle.

“To get the taste out of your mouth,” he laughed.

Jane giggled.

“It’s not compulsory but we can kiss goodbye if you like,” he offered.

“I would,” Jane responded

The two of them embraced for a final time and, although the effects of the pill were wearing off now, Jane still enjoyed her kiss.

“When you become a prospect. I would be willing to arrange a Union, if you ever fancy visiting Paris”

“Thank you,” Jane responded, not quite sure what the protocol was in this situation.

“Then I will say good bye for now.”

And with that Pierre left to go back to his wife. The older couple were no longer on the stage and a few people were already making their way to the exit.

 

[Desande]

Little by little, more and more people from the crowd ended up around them. Robert, on the other hand, tried to delay it as much as possible. Not because he didn't want to reach the same climax as the others, but because he was enjoying the sensation. With his mood enhanced by the pill, the image of Maeve on the floor before him, greeting him as she was instructed, was something he wanted to extend as much as possible and take it in.

But everything had to come to an end. Especially when she started to take Robert's endurance as a personal affront to her abilities. He didn't last much longer when that moment came, and Robert finally let go between her lips. She smiled for a second and looked at him, slightly opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue with his seed for his enjoyment, before closing it again to swallow.

Robert helped her stand up, extending his hands, and she got up quickly. There was no time to waste, and Maeve closed the distance between them to give him another kiss on the lips. Robert noticed the mixed taste as their tongues explored each other without any shame, and he found it even more erotic.

A small part of him, a little voice that seemed to resurface now that it was over, insisted that this was not the agreement they had reached. First, it should have been the exchange with Daphne and Mark. Then, they could have thought about more people. Starting with that was not what they had agreed upon.

But even the most conscious and least affected part of Robert by the pill silenced that once again. He forced that voice to be quiet as he rationalized what happened. It was going to happen sooner or later. They had already agreed to it the night before. The best he could do was try to enjoy the experience.

When Maeve pulled away from him, Robert kissed her again. Somehow, wanting to enjoy the moment without those thoughts, fully focused on what was between the two of them. She seemed surprised at first, but after a small giggle, she returned the kiss with the same intensity as before.

"I hope to see you around," Maeve finally said, resting her hand on Robert's chest and winking at him. "It's been fun."

"I'm sure we will meet again."

They left from there, each going their separate ways. Most people were moving towards the exit, reuniting with their partners. There were fewer obstacles now, and finally, it was relatively easy for Robert to find his wife. He greeted her with a quick peck on the lips.

"Hey, how was it for you?" he asked as soon as he was by her side. "How did it feel?"

This was still relatively new. And he just wanted to check that they were both still okay with that, even with the pill's effect dwindling, before going to meet Mark and Daphne.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

"Hey, how was it for you?" Robert asked as soon as he was by her side. "How did it feel?"

“It’s odd. I didn’t hesitate,” Jane replied honestly. “And I don’t really feel guilty now that I’m telling you about it either. Oh and I think I got us invited to Paris too. How about you?”

Jane listened to Robert explain his feelings then, as the hall was emptying now and there was no sign of Mark or Daphne, they made their way to the exit.

Outside their new friends were waiting for them. You could see that Daphne was keen to see how it had gone.

“How did it go, did you enjoy it?” Daphne asked impatiently.

“I think we both did,” Jane confirmed, looking at Robert for acknowledgement.

“I’m so pleased,” Daphne told them. “We enjoyed our first time too, didn’t we Mark. Although I think I might have been a bit over eager to please. I’d hardly got the guy’s clock in my mouth before he came.”

Jane couldn’t help but laugh. Daphne definitely seemed to be the keen one. Mark was more measured, more mature.

“Let’s go and have breakfast,” she continued. “Then I’ve arranged a spa day for us while the boys have some time together playing golf. You play don’t you Robert?”

“Should we change first?” Jane asked.

“No. We can stay like this until it’s time to get ready for tonight.”

Jane had never eaten breakfast in a short toga with no underwear on before but, surrounded by similarly dressed couples, it seemed quite natural.

 

[Desande]

"I thought I should have felt guilty, or something like that. But… I don't. I'm okay with what happened. It was… fun."

Listening to Jane share the same experience he had was soothing. They were on the same page, at least. That was all he needed to know. It was nice to be able to discuss it with her without feeling ashamed, knowing they could both enjoy it, and then return to each other, still happy.

He recalled the same conversation with Daphne and Mark when she had asked about it. He didn't overshare; that wasn't his style, either way. But he was open about it, admitting his enjoyment of the Greeting. He still looked forward to their night together, though. Much more than to the morning experience.

"I do play golf," he said. "But I haven't done it in a while. And I'm sure Mark is the better of the two. But that's okay. He can show me some of his tricks, and I'll be happy to learn and eventually kick his ass."

Mark accepted the comment in good fun, and they enjoyed some friendly banter in front of their wives. They were going to be busy talking about the night ahead when they finally got to be together, so they wanted to get that out of the way first.

They finished their breakfasts, and both couples split up. He kissed Jane goodbye, and, to his surprise, Daphne kissed him goodbye too, so he reciprocated. It felt natural. He watched as Mark did the same to Jane, and that felt just as natural. That was good. Progress.

"See you later. Have fun."

And so they went to the golf course, still dressed in those ridiculous attires that seemed… somewhat less ridiculous every time he crossed paths with someone else wearing them. Which, now that he was looking, seemed like a lot of people. All the workers at the club wore normal clothing, but they didn't seem to bat an eye at their guests' outfits, which eventually made them feel normal in his mind.

Not long after, they had acquired—well, "rented" wasn't the proper word for it since they got it for free just for being at the club—a golf cart and equipment, and they were on their way to start swinging. Which was a fun pun, totally unintended.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

It seemed perfectly natural to kiss the boys goodbye as they went off to play golf, both of them. But then, if you’d just given a complete stranger a blow job, kissing someone you knew goodbye didn’t seem so much of a risqué thing to do.

“You’re going to love the treatments here,” Daphne told her as they made their way to the hotel spa. “They’re like nothing else.”

The first treatment was a hot oil massage. The two girls took off their togas and lay naked on cool marble slabs while an expert masseuse massaged them with fragrant oils. Jane was in heaven as the masseuse worked her body, although she was a bit surprised at how “all over” the massage was. Any more so and masseuse would have had her hand in Jane’s pussy.

The next treatment was a mud bath and the two girls were left alone to soak in pools of fine mud.

“What was in those tablets this morning?” Jane asked. The biochemist in her curious. “Is it some form of an ecstasy?”

“When Regenesis was formed my father and the rest of the founders had discovered some naturally occurring drugs. Some of which they decided to release and some they decided that society wasn’t ready for. That’s the good thing about being a private company. They’re not driven by the need to please investors.”

“What else did they discover?”

“You’ll see in time but you need to be patient. Regenesis has a lot of secrets but it only reveals them to people it knows it can trust. It’s a big responsibility developing drugs.”

They finished up with some facial treatments and then had their nails painted. Daphne was good company and it wasn’t long before the two of them were talking like old friends.

“Is becoming a prospective member going to take up much time, Daphne?” Jane asked when they were sitting by the pool afterwards.

“For the next six months, yes.” Daphne replied honestly. “Meeting twenty couples in a little over twenty weeks is going to be tough but Regenesis needs to see that you’re committed. There’s going to be a lot of travelling.”

“I don’t know if I’ll get the time off work.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Daphne reassured her. “My father will sort that out.”

“And when we get those platinum bracelets what’s it like then?”

“Life gets more normal. But you and Robert will be in more senior positions within the company. So things will never quite be the same as they were before. There’ll be certain obligations to the club and to Mark and I but it will be fun. I promise. I've dreamed of doing this for ages. So has Mark but we had to wait until i turned twenty five."

"And you father is ok with it all?" Jane asked.

"Of course he is," Daphne exclaimed suprised. "He created all this. Him, and the other founders and their wives. Human society has some strange rules around morality when you think about it. As far as i'm concerned we mate for life but we're social animals and we crave human contact."

"How did you meet Mark?"

"My father chose him for me?"

"Like an arranged marriage?"

"No far more complicated than that. Our chemistry was right."

"And you didn't mind?"

"Not at all."

"I'm not sure i could do that."

"Who's to say that it wasn't your chemistry that made the two of you chose each other."

"True."

"And who's to say that Regenesis didn't give you a helping hand to make that choice."

"I guess," Jane said laughing, "But i think its more likely we were just another company romance."

"You're probably right," Daphne responded. Then looking up from her sun lounger she said, "Look, here come the boys."

 

[Desande]

The golf game was as intense as they come. Robert certainly wasn't prepared for it, nor was he ready for the thrashing Mark handed him. However, being unprepared seemed par for the course since he arrived at the club, so he took the loss in stride and tried to put up a decent fight.

Mark, he discovered, had a competitive edge. He wasn't obnoxious about it; he simply wanted to win. He wanted to assert himself and let others know it. He didn't gloat, but he played with a precision that belied his otherwise calm demeanor.

At least they got to talk a bit more.

"So, about this morning…"

"I had fun," Robert interrupted. "But I would have appreciated a heads up. We want to go along with you guys, but we're still working things out."

"I know," Mark replied. "But I thought you would find it more disturbing than it really was. It was quite nice. It's all about bonding, sharing, and greeting each other. There's no reason to feel bad about it."

The only reason Robert felt a tinge of discomfort wasn't the intimate act itself. It was the drugs. He didn't want his mind altered without knowing. It was obvious he was taking drugs when he swallowed the pill, but the surprise and the uncertainty of the effects bothered him. That wasn't how he wanted things to happen.

"I'm open to trying things, I really am. I just… I want to know what I'm getting myself into."

"That might not always be possible, Robert. There are some things reserved only for those who rise through the ranks. Daphne and I barely know more than what we've already shared. We're going to discover it as we go."

All of this, of course, intermingled with the aggressive golf playstyle and the surprisingly high number of hole-in-ones Mark scored that afternoon. Robert didn't know if Mark was that good or if he was just having the best day of his life. Or perhaps a mix of both.

"But don't worry. We'll make it easy for you. Once you start with the club, other things become a lower priority. We want you to focus on getting those platinum bracelets and enjoy the journey, not fill it with stress and tension."

Stress was what Robert had been experiencing since arriving, he realized. He was taking steps to overcome it, but still.

"That would be much appreciated."

After the golf session, they showered together, then returned to the club. They talked about their life stories, and Mark shared the same story Daphne had told Jane. Now that the golf competition had subsided, the conversation seemed more relaxed. Though the feeling of control and competence on Mark's side never truly faded.

They saw their wives waving hello, and they smiled and approached.

"So, how was your day?" Mark asked as they got closer.

"It was fun. The spa is amazing," Daphne replied, her smile broadening. "How was yours?"

"A fun golf match. We'll play more. I have some tricks to teach Robert that I'm sure he'll appreciate. He has potential. He just needs to think less and let his instincts guide him."

Robert wasn't sure if that comment was still about golf or something else. He didn't ask for clarification.