Content Warning: This one’s a bit of an erotic fever dream. Lots of power play, some blurred lines when it comes to consent, and I’m not just talking about the sizzlingly hot fantasy dream scene. Some of the dynamics dip into manipulation and control. It’s a beautifully written piece of immersive seduction, intentionally fantastical.
The events in this tale take place after the happenings in A Wife’s First Threesome and Such a Good Boy. In two weeks time, Tabby will attend her first orgy, hosted by the mysterious Elizabeth…
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Just a few days ago, the mysterious woman who goes only by “Elizabeth” invited you to an orgy two weeks from now with “all the best people.” She didn’t wait for your reply, she didn’t need to. But who is Elizabeth and how could she know so much about you? With only a first name to go on, you search for answers. Frustrated after an hour of fruitless web queries, you simply type in your current emotional state: “horny for Elizabeth.”
And at the top of the search results is an article from Wired entitled, “The Most Wanked-To TED Talk.” You click on the link and there she is! It’s her! It’s her! Towering and beautiful in a red silk dress, she mesmerizes the studio audience. You listen as she summarizes parts of her latest book. So the mysterious Elizabeth is an author, psychologist, and sex-therapist with a degree from Harvard and three bestselling books on the market. The question now is: why is she so interested in you? You find a photo of her at a recent book signing, fans lined up around the store. But you won’t have to wait in line, because your invitation just came in the mail today!
The envelope is from an organization called the Phoenix Group, which sponsors many of the nonprofit agencies you’ve worked for. The card reads, “Please join us for our quarterly volunteer appreciation day! Visit the link below to schedule your orientation.” The URL includes a code to enter. The letter also includes a physical address and a handwritten note. “Can’t wait to see you! XOXO – Elizabeth.” Such amazing penmanship, of course. You waste no time confirming your invitation.
Driving home from the grocery store, you think about the conversation with your husband this morning concerning the orgy. You were really nervous about telling him, but there are no secrets between you. Despite the fact the two of you recently participated in your first threesome together, this seems a rapid escalation in your explorations. He didn’t receive an invitation either, so his apprehension is understandable. You know he trusts you implicitly, but you understand this would test the limits of many relationships.
Since embarking on your voyage of sexual discovery, you both have emotionally prepared yourselves as best you could. Communication is key, of course, and your husband thoroughly enjoyed your threesome with Brad. In hindsight, you realize that encounter was carefully arranged by Elizabeth, somehow sensing you were “one of us,” as she put it. Your husband has been very supportive and understanding, having read Elizabeth’s books and watched her lectures, becoming nearly as obsessed with her as you are. Now, she’s inviting you to step into her world and you desperately want to go with her. But you’re still worried about him.
In the kitchen, your husband helps you put groceries away. “Elizabeth came by while you were out,” he says casually. You wonder why she didn’t just call you, but he says she had come to see him. He describes the black limousine, her white sundress, how she explained everything, about the Phoenix Group she works for, its support of charities, and the quarterly orgies she hosts to retain essential volunteers and community-helpers. She specified how each member is selected, usually over a course of years, for their crucial skills, commitment to helping others, and a certain sexually-adventurous nature. In Elizabeth’s eyes, you are the perfect recruit.
She put his mind at ease, assuring him he would not lose you, that you would always return to him, happier and hornier than before even. Most importantly, she gave him her word you would be safe, that consent and security are top priority. All members are medically screened before each event and everyone with testicles has had a vasectomy.
She also disclosed how, if he’s a good boy, remaining understanding of your needs, he will be considered an auxiliary member of the group…with certain benefits. Hesitantly he adds, “And then she sucked my cock.” You laugh. Surely he’s joking! He would spontaneously ejaculate if Elizabeth’s shadow fell on him! But he’s serious. A sudden flash of anger and hypocritical jealousy hits you like a truck. However, you know how it feels to be in her presence. Realistically, you can’t imagine anyone being able to resist her charms. In fact, you’re not even sure whether you’re jealous of her or him.
In a few seconds, you calm down, uncrossing your arms. Curiosity replaces your resentment. You begin asking him probing questions, demanding details, drawing closer to him with each answer. “Where were you standing? How did she approach you?” Your questions remind you of the phone conversation you had with Elizabeth just after your first threesome with Brad. He describes his feelings of helplessness when she kissed him, how his whole body went weak and instantly compliant.
You’re getting aroused, imagining them together, your two favorite people, her hands caressing his face, her tongue darting between his lips. You ask, “Did she kneel down like this? Did she unbuckle your belt like this? Did she look up at you with those big brown eyes…like this?” You give him your horniest, pleading stare, lips parted in anticipation. He looks down at you with guilt, and instant lust. Yes, of course she did!
You’re both still for a long moment, eyes locked. His freed cock swells, growing, brushing your cheek, eager for a second milking. You continue cross-examining him, wanting to reenact exactly what Elizabeth did. “Did she lick the tip first,” you ask. You demonstrate, your tongue swirling clockwise, still keeping rapt eye contact with him. He moans in the affirmative, nodding slowly. “Did she spit on it, like this?,” you ask, lubricating his already leaking dick. You ask…you try something…he nods. He guides you around his throbbing meat like it’s your first time with him- an oral choreography communicated through nods, soft touches, and sighs. You enjoy his instruction, clasping your hands dutifully behind your back, just like Elizabeth did.
He opens your shirt, gently stroking and pinching your nipples, like he did with Elizabeth just an hour earlier. The electric sensation makes your cunt flood with need. But you’re committed to completing the reenactment. “Did she drool?,” you ask, “Did she take it deeply…like this?” He gasps, trembling at the touch of your tongue on his scrotum. He looks down at you with desperation, grasping the back of your head, restraining himself, fucking your mouth as gently as he can manage. But she would have been bolder with him, wouldn’t she? You grip his arse with both hands, fucking him into your mouth, your tongue flicking at the slick head. He comes loudly, moaning your name, not hers. You swallow. He nods slowly. Of course she did.
Later, you watch the doorbell camera recording of Elizabeth’s arrival. Her white sundress clings to her in the morning chill. You pause the video just to gaze at her long, perpetually-hard nipples, straining at the thin fabric. She smiles warmly when your husband answers the door, awkwardly adjusting her glasses like a nerd before shaking his hand. Oh, she’s good, you think, her expert flirting techniques completely unnecessary in this case, but so, so hot! She tucks a silver streak of hair behind her ear and your heart flutters. Just before stepping inside, she glances directly into the camera with a mischievous grin.
You click ahead in the recording to the moment she leaves. Looking into the camera again, she uses her index finger to scoop a bit of clear fluid from the edge of her lips. Slowly, she sucks her finger down to the first knuckle. Brazenly, she slides back into her limo like the Goddess of Sex Itself and is gone. You wonder if she would have sucked your husband off in front of you had you been home. But you already know the answer.
That little slut!, you think. Then, I’m going to fuck her brains out for this! And there it is, the reason you’re going along with her invitation: a chance to be with her. Your attraction to her is more than a celebrity crush; it’s an affirmation of who you really are. But you’ve never slept with a woman. Well, not really, except for Christie back in college. (There’s always the one, isn’t there? -E.)
Memories flood back: that night in Christie’s dorm (crimson), the music (clover), giggling kisses turning softer (over), her thick nipples between your fingers (and over.) And then…her soft snores, your disappointment, the moment lost. Two weeks later, graduation. Your beautiful group of friends, suddenly gone. It was like a breakup with eight people, devastating. You cried for months. This time would be different. You’re older, wiser, and know yourself better. In two weeks you can have exactly what you want: Elizabeth!
She left other instructions with your husband as well. For the next two weeks, he must tease you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm constantly. “But don’t let her come!,” she said, “We want her absolutely begging for it!” He takes the assignment seriously, and since he knows what gets you off, it’s gorgeous torture. Each morning, you suck him off beneath the breakfast table and every night he invents a new tease for you.
Together, you watch your favorite video, Insatiable Secretary Gangbang 4, while he slowly strokes your aching nipples the entire time. You know the orgy won’t be like this, with its beautiful actors and carefully choreographed activities. Oh, but you wish you were that lead actress right now! Afterwards, he slowly makes love to your plump, tight ass, never touching your dripping pussy. You consider pleasuring yourself once he falls asleep, but you want to be a good girl for Elizabeth. Drifting off, you dream of forbidden pleasures.
You’re strapped to a padded leather bench on all fours. The room is dim. The lube covering your entire body is cold, making your nipples rock-hard. A door opens. A line of men enters, their bare feet slapping the stone floor in unison. The one in front walks directly towards you. He slaps your face with his massive cock, wordlessly commanding you to open. You obey. Mmmph! He stuffs it in, filling your mouth completely. You feel his throbbing veins on your tongue. Another walks behind you. A strong hand swats your bottom, hard. Thwack! Your cry of surprise, muffled by the flesh in your throat. Without warning, a huge dick is shoved deeply in your dripping pussy. Uhhhh! They pump into you from both ends, thrilling and filling you with spunk. So thick! So deep! Uhhh! A river of cum cascades from your lips when the next ones in line approach. They repeat the process, over and over. Mmmph! Thwack! Uhhhh!
And you come.
And you come.
And you come.
Awakening with a start, you find yourself alone in bed. Two weeks have passed. It’s a beautiful Saturday morning on this Volunteer Appreciation Day. Your husband makes you breakfast, but is unusually quiet. There’s a tension between you, but of course there would be. When the limo arrives, you feel guilty. Standing in the doorway, you consider calling the whole thing off. But he kisses you wistfully, saying, “I don’t own you, Tabby. Just promise I’ll always be your favorite.” It nearly breaks your heart. “Always!,” you swear, kissing him deeply.
The driver steps out- a short blonde wearing a tight leather jacket with the ringed zipper pulled down to her navel, ample cleavage on gorgeous display. Her chauffeur cap sits at a jaunty angle and she’s wearing tight black booty shorts over fishnets. She opens the rear passenger door, flashing a sexy grin at you. You step in and she closes it behind you. She turns, walking slowly towards your husband.
Without a word, she kisses him passionately, her hand slipping down the front of his joggers. She whispers something in his ear for a long, long minute, stoking him to rigidity.
Turning back towards the limo, she smiles with satisfaction, his eyes drifting down to her perfect bottom. After stepping in, she turns to you.
“Hi! I’m Jo,” she says, “Let’s go have some fun!”
D34U’s other published work
You may remember a Wife’s First Threesome from October 2024, en erotic love-letter from D34U to his wife. A woman meets a man she has a crush on at a restaurant, with the intention of seducing him alongside her husband. She encounters the singularly attractive Elizabeth for the first time in the bathroom, and Elizabeth gives her the boost of courage she needs to see her plan through. It still is a hugely popular blog.
Continuing D34U’s love letter to his wife, Such a Good Boy, was published in December 2024, in which the same character relives her threesome experience on a phone call with the mysterious Elizabeth. This gets her so horny, that she face-fucks her husband before getting him off, in a wicked scene of teasing and denial, until she finally gives him what he so desperately needs.
After this slow burn of an installment comes A Wife’s First Orgy – Part One. Jo, a fabulously sexy blonde, whisks Tabby off in a Limo to attend her first orgy hosted by the mysterious Elizabeth. Featuring the most mind-bogglingly hot nipple-tease I’ve read in a long time, this blog will leave you sizzling and desperate to find out what happens to Tabby next. It’s an exquisite build up; intros don’t get much better than this! And D34U did his own beautiful artwork for this one!
And especially for Halloween last year, a sublimely beautiful tale:
I’m Your Renfield: A Halloween Tale of Vampiric Lust
Published on the website of the fabulous Girl On The Net, which also features the character Elizabeth, Rewarded at the Glory Hole a gorgeously appealing slide into erotic fantasy. Uhhh.