By Invitation Only Part 3

By Ron Dawes

The third book in the series is the biggest yet, with almost 50,000 words! More action, more friends, more climaxes! Lots of juicy parts that you'll want to read and re-read. Follow Dan and Cindy as they have adventures with new friends and old alike!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Dawes
• Release date: May 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310867101

Ron Dawes

Writing these stories provides me an outlet to express my innermost fantasies. I love hearing from readers who have been moved by my stories. Feel free to drop me a note anytime. Many of my stories are based on my fantasies. Some of the stories are based on the fantasies of others that have contacted me. But all of them are fantasies. We have no control over our fantasies, and many of them will always be just that; fantasies, not real. I don't necessarily condone the behavior of my characters; some of them are a bit lecherous, I'm afraid. Some are rowdy. And some might just be a little nasty. But it takes all kinds. I believe that men, deep down, have a strong need to worship and adore their lover. I believe that women, deep down, have a strong need to be worshiped and adored by their lover. Most of my stories reflect those beliefs.

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By Invitation Only

Part 3

By Ron Dawes

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Text Copyright 2014 Ron Dawes

All characters are fictional and over the age of 18

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Examining Room

Happy Hour

Couple’s Retreat

Nuru

Smooth

Sybian

Jane

Three’s Company

Cindy and Keri

Larry

Re-Wax

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After their performance at the party, Dan and Cindy’s sex life took off. For the first seven years of their marriage, sex had pretty much been about Dan having an orgasm. Cindy had always been too shy to discuss their sex lives or to explore her sexuality. Now Cindy participated fully, having orgasms virtually every time they had sex. For the first time in her life, she was taking things into her own hands, using her fingers or her newly purchased vibrators to enhance their love life. She no longer felt ashamed of her fantasies. While she rarely talked about them to Dan, she spent a lot of time daydreaming.

Her fantasies were becoming increasingly graphic. In some, she was taken against her will by evil men. In others, she was naively duped by more sophisticated cads to break her vows to Dan. Sometimes she was the aggressor. In these fantasies, she would have power over a big, strong, attractive man through some device, such as blackmail, employment or whatever, and would unscrupulously use that power to force the man to perform sex acts on her.

The complexity and detail of these dreams continually escalated, until she had built a library of mental images she could call on at a moment’s notice to help get her motor racing. She even had a collection of faces and bodies, some imaginary and some real, that she could insert into these fantasies. Often she would daydream in places where relief was impossible, like at work, and would work herself into a frenzy before she was able to get home and care for herself. At thirty two she was peaking sexually and her needs had never been as urgent as they now were. On those occasions when she raced home to take care of herself, only to find out that Dan had arrived home early, she literally tore his clothes off.

Dan, for his part, had never been happier with his sex life. He still had a rich fantasy life, and still masturbated often, but he was having sex with Cindy more than ever before, three or four times every week. And, it was more fulfilling than ever before. He pressed her to share her naughty thoughts, and she was finally opening up at least a bit. He kept at her, encouraging her to tell him more and more about her fantasy life. When she was very aroused, she would sometimes share a little more detail than she thought she should, but Dan ate it up. She felt it prudent to keep her darkest secrets to herself, since men have such fragile egos.

Examining Room

Her favorite time to dwell in her fantasies was in the morning, after she hit the snooze bar. This time of year her room was cool and dark in the mornings, and she luxuriated in snuggling in her bed with all her pillows, half asleep and half awake. Dan got up before her, and this particular morning had already left the house by the time her alarm went off. These half waking fantasies were the most detailed and real. Today, Cindy was the naïve little girl with the unscrupulous doctor. She slipped a hand under her panties and squeezed her mound as she began to put faces and bodies to the fantasy.

Doctor Phillips always had his female assistant in the room when consulting with female patients to make sure his patients felt as comfortable as possible. His nurse, Gail, came in first and gave Cindy a gown to put on, instructing her to remove everything, and that she would be back with the doctor soon. Cindy took off the t-shirt and panties that she slept in and tossed them on the floor.

The doctor examined her breasts first, gently kneading them as she lay on the examining table.

Are your nipples always this sensitive, Cindy? he asked her. Gail, please note in the records that the patient has very responsive nipples.

He put one of her tits in his mouth and began sucking it, flicking the nipple with his tongue.

Putting on a latex examining glove and lifting Cindy’s gown, he said, Please spread your legs, Cindy.

Cindy opened her nightstand drawer and got out her lotion and a couple of vibrators. She oiled up the largest dildo she had, and pressed it against the opening of her vagina. Doctor Phillips put some lubricant on his gloved hands and began probing her pussy. As he probed with first one, then a second finger in her opening, she laid back with her eyes closed, legs spread and began working the huge dildo into her tight little pussy.

Gail, please note that the vaginal opening seems to be smaller than is normal. Please help me disrobe.

Gail helped the doctor remove his examining coat, hanging it on a hook. He wasn’t wearing a shirt under it, and his body was extremely muscular. Cindy gasped, as she suddenly recognized Doctor Phillips was Larry, who Cindy had met at Nancy’s bunko party. Larry had been a competitive body builder at one time, and still had a gorgeous body. He had had all the hair on his body, including his pubic hair, removed by laser.

Gail helped him remove his pants. He had a huge member, which was already totally erect. His sac was the size of a grapefruit.

Cindy, please stand and lean over the table. I’m going to see if there are any obstructions that may need attention.

Cindy did as she was told, and the doctor tried to mount her from behind. He was too large, and she was too small. He tried extra lubrication on her pussy, and as he tried to work himself into her tight cunt, he reached around and rubbed her clit.

Cindy had the huge head of the dildo inserted, and she now turned on the small bullet style vibrator and began teasing her clit. As her arousal mounted, Dr. Phillips managed to insert himself a bit deeper with each stroke. Cindy had worked the dildo completely into herself. By the time Dr. Phillips had fully inserted his huge dick, she shuddered in orgasm. An intense warmth spread from her groin throughout her body.

Stretching out her legs, she writhed in pleasure as the climax spread throughout her body. Switching off the vibrator, she curled up and lay quietly, cupping her hand over her pussy, as her breathing returned to normal. She got out of bed with a smile on her face. More and more often, Larry seemed to be creeping into her fantasy life.

Happy Hour

Ever since Cindy had begun tentatively sharing her innermost fantasies with Dan, he constantly pressed her to talk about them. It was difficult, and somewhat embarrassing for her to discuss these matters, as she had never before done so. He wanted her to describe her fantasies in detail, and he wanted to role play them with her. He pestered her non-stop about it. He knew that one of her fantasies involved stripping in front of other men, another involved having sex with other men. Dan also fantasized about watching her with other men. While he didn’t necessarily want it to go all the way, he was always thinking of ways they could experiment. He began taking Cindy shopping, encouraging her to buy revealing clothing. She resisted, knowing that it would be a waste of money, since she could never wear them in public. But just trying the clothes on and modeling them for Dan was a turn on.

One night Dan brought her a present. It turned out to be one of the outfits that she had tried on. Dan had gone back to the store and bought it without her knowledge.

Dan, you know I’m never going to wear this in public. Why did you buy it?

It wasn’t that expensive, and I like to see you in it. Try it on.

Cindy took the bags to her bathroom, and took off her clothes. She replaced her panties with the thong that Dan had bought her. She had always wondered how women could wear these things. They looked uncomfortable, but they actually weren’t so bad. Of course, sitting in them might be a different matter. She tried sitting; they weren’t something she would want to work out in, but they actually weren’t too bad. She turned around and looked at the reflection of her butt in the mirror. There was a lot more skin than fabric, for sure. She looked hot.

Next, she put on the skirt. It was a very short, tan, denim skirt. It was cut very low to ride low on her hips. Nobody could get away with it unless they had an absolutely flat tummy, which Cindy did. It was barely long enough to cover her thong. She turned around and bent over to see how it looked. She could barely move without exposing her butt. She put the crop top on. It was a white, sleeveless top with spaghetti straps that left her midriff bare. It was so loose fitting, whenever she raised her arms or leaned over her chest was exposed through the armholes or down the front. She couldn’t imagine anyone ever actually wearing something like this in public. She topped it off with a pair of wedge sandals. They completed the look perfectly.

When she came out of the bathroom, Dan whistled. She pranced in front of him, bending over at the waist to let him see the pink thong. He grabbed her waist and rubbed his crotch against her, slipping his hands up her top and fondling her breasts.

Grab your coat and let’s go out for a drink, he said.

No way, not in this outfit. I’ll get arrested. Or raped.

Dan laughed. Don’t worry, I’ll bail you out. Get your coat.

You’re serious, aren’t you? Cindy asked.

Dead serious. Let’s go.

Where would you suggest going in this outfit?

We’ll go get a drink at one of the airport hotels. There will just be out of town businessmen hanging out there. They’d probably appreciate a treat like you. You know that nobody we know will be at an airport hotel bar, especially on a weeknight.

I don’t think that’s a good idea, Cindy said.

Come on, let’s go, Dan insisted.

Cindy grabbed her trench coat and they left. Dan drove to the Holiday Inn Airport location and they strolled into the bar. Being a Tuesday night, there was no entertainment and no local customers. Just the usual out of town businessmen getting stoned out of sheer boredom, alone away from their families. There were three groups of two or three men at tables, and a couple of guys at the far end of the bar talking to the bartender as they drank.

Going to the far end of the bar, Dan took a stool while Cindy just stood. Dan ordered a beer. Cindy didn’t often drink, but she ordered a vodka and tonic. When she took off her coat and lay it on a chair, the bartender raised an eyebrow and said something to the waitress. Soon, a man in a suit came in and approached them.

"Excuse me, I’m the hotel manager. Are you two staying with us?’

No, we live here in town. Is that okay? Dan asked.

Depends on your business. This is a respectable establishment.

Dan took Cindy’s hand in his and held them up for the manager to see their wedding rings.

This is my wife. We just came in for a drink, that’s all.

Okay, enjoy your evening, the manager said as he excused himself. Sorry to have troubled you.

No problem, dickhead, Dan said in a low voice as the man left.

Dan, I told you this was a bad idea, Cindy whispered. Let’s leave.

Relax, Dan said, taking a swallow of his beer.

It was obvious that all the men were sneaking peeks at Cindy. She felt very uncomfortable and embarrassed. Soon two guys walked in. The shorter one took one look at Cindy and sat on the stool next to her and ordered two drinks. They looked to be in their mid-forties. The guy next to Cindy wasn’t really hiding the fact that he was ogling her as he talked to the bartender or his friend. Soon he introduced himself.

Hi’ya, kids. I’m Paul, and this is Will. Where are you guys from?

He spoke fast, and kind of loud. He had a nice smile on his face and a constant twinkle in his eyes. They were in town from New Jersey, which explained his accent. He was very gregarious and outgoing.

We live around here, Dan said. We just came in for a drink. I’m Dan, and this is my wife Cindy.

Paul set up court, entertaining them with his jokes, card tricks and stories. As he did so, he constantly touched Cindy. He was very handsy, touching her on the arm often as he talked. Cindy was beginning to feel much more comfortable. She was actually beginning to enjoy the attention that all the men were paying to her. She didn’t say much, but when she did, Paul listened intently, boring into her with his dark eyes. He had dark features, including dark hair and eyebrows, with a sprinkling of gray. Paul bought them all another round, after which Will excused himself to go back to his room.

By now, Paul had downed a couple of whiskeys, and his hands were beginning to slip to Cindy’s waist or bottom. Cindy shifted her position to wriggle free of him a couple of times, but the hand continued to wander as he talked to the couple. Finally, Paul commented on her clothes.

You sure do look pretty in that outfit, Cindy. What’s the occasion?

I just felt like dressing up, she said, looking down at her drink to escape his eyes.

Dressing up? Is that how they do it here in Texas? I’ve got to come down here more often, he said with a smile, drawing a laugh out of Dan and Cindy. How do you like her outfit, Dan?

I bought it for her. I love it.

You don’t think it’s too revealing?

Nah.

If a guy wasn’t a gentleman, he could sneak a peek at things he shouldn’t, Paul said. That doesn’t bother you?