The TP Club

[asian cunny]

I have an idea for a story thread, The TP Club. TP stands for tripple penetration. It's an exclusive male club, where men gather and discuss things like sports and the stock exchange. But once a month they have a Special TP Night, when they invite a few couples, or sometimes single ladies. The couples or ladies invited are carefully selected, for indiscretion and sexual preferences. Many men have a fantasy of seeing their wife with other men, and many women have a fantasy of having more than one man make love to them. The TP Club helps make these fantasies come true.

The husbands are told what will happen on the Special TP Night, and so are the single ladies. The wives may or may not know, depending on the husbands. Once a couple or a lady enters the Club on a special night, there is no turning back. But there is no BDSM, and nobody is forced to do anything. Reluctant ladies have to be seduced, until they give in.

I would like to know if it is possible to get this story off the ground, whether there is a lot of interest, because we need a lot of male players and some females.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

OOC: sounds like fun. The durable Thor will play if there is interest.

 

[Passionnee]

OOC : Count me in, if you need a female character.

 

[TPLover]

I'm in

OOC: Great Asian Cunny, you did it! I'm all for it (please don't make me listen to the stock and sports talk--there's enough of that in real life. <g>)

I'd like to be Mel, an unaware ladyfriend to somebody strong and determined, like Thor's Hammer for instance? Ummmm?

 

[willywanker]

OOC: Well, I know I'm enjoying the two threads I'm already in with Cunny and Thor, so you can count me in too

 

[Hornytoad]

OOC: sounds like fun, someone should get this party started

 

[asian cunny]

OOC:
Thanks for the support, my friends. But we need a lot more guys to join, remember, this is a men's club. It's open to all nations and all races, for men over 21.

I'll be back later with the first episode of the story.
AC

 

[asian cunny]

OOC:
Just to get this back on top.
I'm still working on the first episode of the story! Please be patient.

Can I interest more men to commit themselves to play?
ALL ARE WELCOME!

AC

 

[NomDePlay]

i would be willing to take part in this thread ... looking forward to seeing how it plays out.

 

[TPLover]

NomDePlay! What a great nick. Clever and intelligent. I'm looking forward to reading your posts.

Hope this thread gets going soon; I'm eagerly awaiting the fun!

 

[Thor's Hammer]

we begin!

OOC: The initiator of the thread (Cunny) has graciously asked me to act as club president. Modestly, I agreed .

Please pick a name and use it in the subject area so we don't become confused. Please describe your self in your initial post - most of us are visual. LOL... Please see the ground rules in Cunny's initial post - they sound good to me. And one of our players said "can" the sports/stock talk... LOL... I agree!

TP is the ultimate level for the club. However, not all of the "guests" will want to attain that at first. Let your imagination run rampant, and lets all have fun.

By the way, there is always room for more players. Cunny's thread is flexible and allows for "late arrivals."

I'm Thor Chandler (call me Thor), President of TP. I'm in my middle 50's, 6' and about 185, silver hair and piercing blue eyes - CEO of a regional corporation (we make sex toys). In the club setting, however, I am relaxed and not "CEOish" at all. I consider myself first among equals, rather than "in charge."

I will "kickoff" the thread soon! Have fun!

Oh, as you might have guessed, tonight is one of the "special TP nights" at the club.

 

[asian cunny]

HERE WE GO............

OOC: Great, Thor!
I need someone to play as my husband, Gary.

IC:
I'm Eve, a 41yo housewife, asian in origin, 5'5 120lbs, long dark hair, brown eyes, pretty face, sexy body even though I have small tits.

My husband of 20 years, Gary, is 45, and works in an insurance company. We have no children, having given up hope for having them a long time ago. We live a happy and quiet life. Sex is great, although monotonous. we each have many fantasies, but never tried living them out. Gary once told me he'd like to see me fuck another man, but I just laughed. Secretly, the thought appeals to me, but I fear that he was only testing my fidelity when he brought it up.

His best friend, Clark, works in the same company. They often go on business trips together. Clark is not married, and comes to our house quite often. He is dark complected and very handsome. I have often wondered what kind of a lover he is, especially when he looks at me with his dark smoldering eyes, when Gary doesn't see it.

Clark has invited us to attend a Special Night at his Club, an exclusive men's club, The TP Club. What it stands for, I don't know. But we're to be there at 8pm tonight, and as I get ready, Gary tells me to put on my red dress with spaghetti straps, the one I got for our last anniversary. It's very revealing, and clings to my body like a sheath, although I must admit I look real great in it. And sexy.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

TP is one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. You practically have to inherit membership. It is located on the 75th and top floor of the Hedon Building - access by special elevator key only. The lobby is spacious, and a large public room adjoins the lobby. Down a softly lit corridor are private "meeting" rooms. The staff of the club is small, well paid, professionally unobtrusive - both men and women. They only see what members want them to see. On TP nights, the staff is smaller, as no meals are served.

As I am decended from "old" money in the city, the members and I have a long relationship and just this year elected me President.

A few of us are sitting around in the public area sipping a rather nice Dom Perigon. I know that Clark is bringing a friend of his and his friend's wife; I also expect a couple of women that are professionals, unattached, and, shall we say, sexually innovative.

Looking out over the city I muse, "Life is good. Money is not the most important thing in life, but it beats the hell out of whatever is in second place!"

I glance toward the lobby where I just heard the muted "bong" of the elevator. Our club manager is greeting the new arrival(s), but I can't quite make out the conversation.

 

[willywanker]

OOC: I'm going to try the role of Clark, the family friend and member of the club. As described, I'm dark complicted, 42 years old, curly graying brown hair, and dark brown eyes.
I'm 5'10" tall, mustache and a confirmed ass man.

IC: The ride up the elevator seems to take forever tonight.
Eve looks SOOOOOOO good in her red form fitting dress. Her small asian body has played a part in many delightful fantasies. Gary told me one night when he had had to much to drink about his fantasy to see snother man make love to his wife. I don't think I have every looked at her the same since, but I was concerned what a one on one with her while Gary watched or joined would effect our friendship. The old adage about safety in numbers came to mind the last time we had one of these "Special" nights at the club. The next day, I invited Gary and Eve to this months meeting. I hinted to Gary about what happens here but never directly told him.

As the elevator doors open, I turn to catch the expression on their faces. The old money in the club has done things right and the Lobby is stunning. I take Eve by the arm as they walk out and are met by the Club Manager. Even tho he doesn't participate, I can see him checking out Eve and then turning his attention to Gary. He offers to show them around and to make introductions. I tell them I will catch up and hurry off to see Thor.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Thor

"Ahhh, I see who it is...Clark, and his friends must be just behind him." Lifting my hand, I wave him over. "Clark, so good to see you. You must come more often, we have missed your wit and company." Lowering my voice, I ask, "Clark, do your friends understand our "special" meetings, or shall we lead them a bit? Perhaps you will take the lead, as they trust you."

 

[willywanker]

"Well, Gary knows a little bit but not everything. He did know enough to have his wife dress in the sexyist dress she owns and he has told me of a desire to see his wife with other men. And I know I have the hots for Eve and think she is attracted to me also, so I would be happy to take the lead." Taking a drink from the tray of a passing waiter, I lift my glass "Heres to another night of Triple Play. May all enjoy." We clink glasses and lift our glasses to drink a toast to another "Special" night.

 

[Talon]

OOC: Well asain, I don't see I could refuse an invitation like that. Count me in as the husband

 

[asian cunny]

omigosh...........

OOC:
Sorry I forgot to post that the role of CLARK was to be claimed by Stratocaster...... What shall we do? Lemme think........

OK, go on with the thread, folks, we're doing fine so far. I'll talk to Strats.....

Be back later.
AC

[Edited by asian cunny on 09-11-2000 at 11:56 PM]

 

[NomDePlay]

Character: David DePlay. 41 years old, single. 6’ 2” tall, 255 pounds. Shoulder-length auburn hair, brown eyes. Broad shouldered, athletic build. His father, David Senior, was a member in high regard of the T.P. Club. David Junior was a member for two years, before he left the country. He has returned for the funeral of his father.

IC: For the first time in his life, David Pierre DePlay felt old.

It hit him as he pulled into the driveway of his fa - no, he corrected himself, his - house. With the death of his father, he was now all alone in the world. No more family - his mother had died five years before, and his father had steadfastly refused the advances of a number of women after her death. In fact, aside from work , regular visits to his club, his daily rounds of golf, and the occasional trip to visit his son, David DePlay, Senior had spent his time since his wife’s death alone. Now that his father was gone, all that David had left of him were memories.

He found himself thinking, as he had often the past three nights, of the years they had lost when David turned 25. Their huge falling out prompted the younger DePlay to leave his father’s firm for Brazil, where he spent a year or two surfing, scuba diving, golfing, and drinking heavily. A chance meeting with a classmate from Brown had prompted him to clean up his act, and in three years he had parlayed that meeting into an extremely successful and profitable career as an investment broker. His outgoing personality and natural curiosity made it easy for his employers to choose him as their international ambassador, and David expanded his education of the world with trips all over the planet. On his 32nd birthday, David thought he had found the last piece to the puzzle of his life ... and then, fate dealt him the cruelest of blows. It sent him reeling backward ... and almost cost him his life. Three years later - just as he felt he could tell himself he was over it - his mother died.

Pulling his ‘67 Mustang into the garage, David recalled the last time he’d been home - his mother’s funeral. For the first time in his life, David felt like he understood what his father was going through. He headed home with uncertainty gnawing at him. He got to the church with only minutes to spare before the service started. His shoulder-length hair and full beard made him completely unfamiliar to anyone who might have remembered his clean-cut figure the day he left town. Standing in front of his mother’s casket, inches away from tears, he felt a hand forcefully grab his shoulder and turn him. David spun, and came face to face with his red-eyed father. Before he could say anything, his father embraced him, and the two clung to each other, crying. For the next week, the two worked on rebuilding the bond that they had broken . Since then, they talked daily by phone. Occasionally, David Senior would meet and share a couple of days of golf, fine dining, and nightlife someplace with his son. But the younger DePlay had never come home to stay with his father. Now, he never could.

He made his way into the main foyer, gathering the mail from it’s concealed slot by the door. Bills, an array of junk mail, magazines, and ... well, what do you know - an invitation from the club? David opened the invitation, addressed to his father, which invited the longtime member of the T.P. Club to its “special monthly function.” David had become a member when he’d passed the bar, nearly fifteen years ago. He wondered if he could renew his membership? The thought startled him; he had not planned on staying in town any longer than he needed. He had told his partners he would go home, deal with the estate, and move on to deal with the Hong Kong assignment personally.

He wondered if any of his old friends would be there; what must they be like now? He checked the date - three days from today. Absently, he tapped the invitation against his open palm .... it would take a week at least to get things organized here. In the meantime ... he made a note to call the T.P. Club, and see what might be done to give him at least temporary access to the club. It couldn’t hurt to stop by at least once ...

 

[Passionnee]

Catherine

OOC : Catherine Bouvier, 30 years old, single, 5’4, 120 lbs, long blonde hair, blue eyes, great smile, and stays in shape with Tae Bo. French Canadian engineer who just move in town. She met Thor at a business convention and they became friends.

Being the new kid in town, Thor had showed me around town, and we went for drinks on several occasions. One night as we were having drinks after a long day at work, Thor mentioned to me about the Special night at the TP Club. It was obvious to Thor that I was a very sexual woman, “There is a “Je ne sais quoi” about you.” he would say. He told me that this would be a great way to meet people, make friends, contacts and of course, have a wild night of pure pleasure.

I walk in the Hedon building, a little nervous about the upcoming events of this evening. Never in my whole life have I had sexual intercourse with more then one man at the same time. But it is one of my wildest fantasy. The thought of being pleasured by three men at the same time is already exciting me beyond belief. I chosed to wear a black cashmere backless sweater and black leather pants. I always felt sexy in that outfit, the pants would hang nicely on my hips, and the sleeveless/backless sweater would reveal my toned arms and back. My hair was pulled up, only a couple of curly locks falling down to frame my pretty face.

With the special key in hand I walk to the elevator. 10, 20, 30…The floors goes by. “Oh my god, there is no turning back now.” I say to myself as the elevator doors open to this spacious Lobby. I am greeted by a nice handsome man, who introduces himself as the Club Manager. Smiling, I try to look past him to see if I can see Thor. Here he is, clinking glasses with another man. I look up again at the Manager and say “I am Catherine Bouvier, a friend of Mr Thor.” With a big grin on his face he steps aside and tells me to proceed to the public area. Thor is the only familiar face, so I decide to walk towards him, hoping he would help me break the ice.

 

[asian cunny]

OOC: Sorry for the confusion, but I did promise Strats that he could seduce me.... Anyway, he can still be my other seducer!

And the Club President may have forgotten to say that on Special Nights, there is no rule that a husband has to stay with his wife, or that a man can only seduce one woman. It's an all male club, with many members (it's never certain how many turn up on these nights), and every time there are not many women invited, maybe 3 to 5 at the most.

IC:
Clark came to pick us up in his new BMW, and smiled in appreciation when he saw how I was dressed. He kissed my cheek lightly and then we were on our way. Arriving at the Hedon building, he surrenders the car to a valet, and as we enter the lobby, he produces a special key to the elevator, that whizzes us up to the 75th floor. On the way up, Clark keep looking at me and smiling, as if he knows a secret but doesn't want to tell me. Gary is also acting pretty excited, as if this is the first time we go into a club.

The two men make me feel a bit self-conscious, and if it were not for Gary's specific request, I would never have put this dress on. He even chose my underwear! Under my short red dress, I wear my red satin thongs and a red strapless push-up bra, that gives the illusion of a moderate cleavage. And I sense Clark checking me out, measuring me. I know that a lot of men like jugs and melons, while I'm practically flat chested. But, who is going to look inside anyway, I think. The push-up bra makes it look like my breasts are about 36A, but who will know the difference? So I push out my chest and walk proudly on Gary's arm into the club. I have no problem with anyone checking out my nice ass and legs, or my face.

As we walk into the club, I notice the rich decor that smells of old money. I see only men, and feel a bit awkward in my red sexy outfit. I cling to Gary's arm, tottering on my 3" heels, as I feel all their eyes on me. Some smile a bit, but most just look.....

A distinguished silver haired gentleman greets us, and Clark introduces us to him, Thor Chandler, the current Club president. He is quite handsome and his laser blue eyes look deep into mine as he shakes my hand and welcomes us. After the introductions, he draws Clark aside. They talk for a minute, and then Clark is back with us, a waiter hovering behind him with a tray of drinks. We all take a glass of champagne, and find seats around a small table.

"Clark," I whisper, seeing that so far I'm the only woman here, "where are the other ladies?" Clark's dark face seems to blush, as he mumbles: "Not arrived yet." And continues to explain that most members are single or widowed. The married ones seldom bring their wives as they get bored by the stocks and sports talk.
He tells us that there will be an attraction tonight, some dancers from Asia and Latin America. I love dancing and I love to watch dances, be it ballet, ballroom, samba or anything else, and so I settle down to wait with anticipation.

Soon I see a woman arriving alone. She is dressed in a black cashmere sweater and black leather pants, and looks very beautiful. As she walks past the Club Manager, Thor Chandler, who was standing with a glass in his hand, talking to another gentleman, excuses himself, and comes to meet her. "Catherine, how lovely you look. Thanks for coming." he says as he takes her hand and kisses her cheek.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

"You are a true vision tonight, ma cherie," I breathe in Catherine's ear, "you will have the members eating out of your hand. I expect a few more people will show up, lets have a drink and make small talk. What may I get you?" I ask, signalling for a staff member.

 

[willywanker]

After a couple of drinks and some small talk, I realize that I have to let Eve and Gary in on what is about to happen tonight. Eve would never be forced to do anything against her will, but I thought it best to lay my cards on the table. "Gary, Eve, I am so happy you have joined me here tonight at the TP club. Eve, the dancers you are about to see arn't like any you have ever seen before. They will be nude to start with or very close to so and they will be both male and female. They will dance and uhhhh, couple in various positions and with varied partners. Eve, Gary once told me while he was drunk that he had a fantasy to see you make love with another man. Gary, Eve, if you share that fantasy, tonight we can make that fantasy come true. You see, friends, the TP in the club name stands for Triple Penatration."

I stopped to let what I had just said sink in. "So thats why so few women?" Eve asked. "Yes dear, but you still have control. No one will force you into anything you don't feel ready for." Surprisingly, it looks as if Eve is taking this better than Gary. "Gary, its up to you and Eve, we can get back on the elevator and leave, you can watch, participate with Eve or with one of the other women. Its all up to you."
The music was beginning for the show to start and the lights had started to lower. I watched as the couple shared a look, each asking the other with their eyes, each it seemed wanting to but not wanting to be the first to say so.
I pulled Eve into my arms and bending down to kiss her, looked over her shoulder at her husband, my friend, Gary. "You mind if I kiss your wife?" I asked as my lips setteled on hers and I felt her lips part and her tounge come out to meet mine. Well, I think I know how Eve feels. Looking back up at Gary, I see the look of pure animal lust in his face. I guide them to seats next to Thor and the beauty seated beside him, making sure Gary is seated next to her as the show begins.

 

[Passionnee]

David DePlay

OOC : Mr DePlay made an error and posted this at the wrong place, I took the initiative to come and post it here. Mr DePlay is new to the bulletin board.

IC : The club secretary is sympathetic to my loss. He assures me that I am most welcome to use the club at any time. Later that day, a messenger arrives with an envelope.

Inside the envelope is a key, and a brief handwritten note which reads "Terribly sorry about your loss; perhaps the next meeting at the club will help somewhat to ease your pain." It is signed, simply, "Thor". I work my memory to try and remember someone by that name from my few years in the Club. There was a Thor Chandler, I recall, but little else beside his unique moniker registers.

I busy myself for the next couple days, then make my way downtown to the club. I offer my car to the concerige, and notice an incredibly stunning woman wearing red, and being escorted by two men, entering the building. I remember the club being one of the last of the all-male bastions in the nation; but then, since all other such clubs had changed, maybe the TP had as well. I stop to think for a moment - maybe this is NOT what I should do.

Then I watch a beautiful blonde walk into the building, and my mind is changed. What the hell, I think to myself, take a chance.

I just miss sharing the elevator with the blonde - damn the luck - because I have to ask the security guard how I find the Club's door. He gestures toward the elevator, where the blonde is standing, and gives me a smile. The door slides open, and she confidently strides into the elevator. I try to catch the door, but it slides closed before I can get there.

The elevator is quick to return, and I ride silently and quickly to the 75th floor. The door opens onto a wonderfully-appointed room, filled with many men and a few women. I notice the red dress again - a stunning Oriental women. The two men with her are clearly mesmerized by her, and with good reason. She is as stunning in person as she was from a distance.

For the first time in a long time, I am acutely aware of my appearance. My hair is clearly the longest of all the men in the club; my beard, while trimmed close, is also unique. While most others wear suits, I am in kakhis, a simple white cotton dress shirt, and a blue blazer. I fear being denied access, until the club manager takes note of me. "Mr. DePlay," he says, subtly taking my elbow and moving me into the club proper. "We are so sorry about the passing of your father. May I show you the club?"

I let the manager steer me around the club, while I search in vain for the blonde I saw downstairs. Finally, he takes me into the main ballroom, and leads me toward a distinguished, trim man with curly greying hair. "I shall leave you," he says, "with the Club President, Mr. Chandler. He will be able to tell you more about the club."

 

[asian cunny]

OOC: Thanks Passionee!