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It was just a silly love story that I published on a smutty amateur erotica website, and it all went horribly wrong. It was based largely on the real-life redemption of my marriage, after infidelity almost ended it. But I used too much of my real life. Too many damning details made it traceable back to me, and now there is Hell to pay. My name is Marie, and if you haven’t read the twelve parts of the Last Wives Club story, that’s okay. I will briefly re-introduce the main characters and attempt to supply whatever background is required to provide consistency. For the sake of those who read the story of how I salvaged my marriage by embarking on a life that my French Catholic upbringing would call debauchery, I will retake the name of the heroine, Catherine Geroux, but that isn’t her only name. Her alias for sisterhood business is Mrs. Cate Blanc. The sisterhood is a secret society of women dedicated to keeping foolish men (and women) from causing TEOTWAWKI, The End Of The World As We Know It, basically, the collapse of civilization. It operates by creating reasons to remain in stable family relationships and wielding the influence that it gains through its members and their husbands to produce socio-economic stability. That probably sounds all high and mighty, but we do it for selfish reasons. We can’t trust men to protect us and our children. The sisterhood is so secret, that each of us only knows a few sister members by real name or sight. Much of our business is conducted online by aliases. I was recruited by Kyra Cardinal. That’s the alias of my old college roommate. During my recruitment, she became my first female lover. Kyra and I are both now age 41. The recruitment bound my husband and me into a new marital arrangement that we call a re-nuptual agreement. The sisterhood operates by opening our marriages and thus obligating our husbands to economic cooperation with the sisterhood. In other words, spouses liberate each other sexually in return for ongoing commitment to the care and raising of our children and to the shared prosperity of each other and the sisterhood. We mutually allow and, if we wish, participate in extra-marital sex within the sisterhood’s community of re-nupped couples. We also invest our savings and influence our employers in ways that are beneficial to our families and to the sisterhood. Kyra introduced me into a system that the sisterhood uses to make our open marriages safer. We keep our husbands and ourselves sexually satisfied by trading, buying, or selling ‘favors’ among sisters. Those who choose to, become ‘gifts’ for an evening to husbands of sisters who want to make sure that their husband’s extramarital affairs are kept within the security of the sisterhood. I have served as gift and I have sent gifts to my husband. The money exchanged is usually ‘no questions asked’ money. Each sister has a personal online account where she manages the money she earns in the NQA balance. It’s real money. She can access it using a special credit card. Her sponsor will see the expense and if she determines that it is worthy, cover it from the sisterhood treasury. If it’s just ordinary favor trading, or some purchase unrelated to sisterhood business, it comes out of the NQA balance. I recruited Claire Emerald, who became my second female lover. Claire is much more sexually experienced than me, probably even more than Kyra, and that’s saying something. She is now aged 32, and has subsequently had esat escort to flee from her husband, because he could not tolerate the terms of their re-nuptual agreement. I have been a member of the sisterhood for just over two years and have earned a position on the local Red Council. A Red Council is a regional group lead by someone who has attained at least a red card. Our leader is Liz, Kyra’s sister-in-law. I do not know if she has a red card or something higher. Our cards are ordinary credit cards, but they are blank. When read by a card reader, clerks seem prone to giving us the VIP treatment. I don’t know why. When I asked why, Kyra, our region’s financial wizard, said only, “Need to know.” Kyra has a red card. I have a white card, one level down from red. Before the dissolution of her marriage, Claire had a blue card, one level below white. Below the blue card is the tan card, the lowest level and the max likely level of many of the sisterhood’s members. As a result of Claire’s divorce-with-cause, she was allowed to remain in the sisterhood, in a covert capacity, and with a black card to replace her blue card. As I am her primary sponsor, I had the need to know and that is how I learned of the black card sisters. Her secondary sponsor, my sponsor Kyra, previously had the need to know about Claire in order to back me. But now that Claire has a black card sponsor overseeing her covert work, she was removed from Kyra’s purview without explanation. I was under orders not to tell Kyra what happened to Claire, which bothered me, but Kyra had no need to know about the existence of the black card sisters. Unbeknownst to me, she was the only one on the Red Council who was unaware of them. She was also the one who could best piece together my identity from reading my Last Wives Club story. It had all the relevant details, including the one-night stands we each had with the other’s husband, at each other’s request. I begin this story with imagined conversations about me and the Last Wives Club story that I submitted to the erotic stories website. I have to imagine the conversations, because I was not present. The first begins with the ring of one the sisterhood’s secret cell phones.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hello, Mrs. Cardinal.” “I’m sending you an email. Check out the link in it. Read all twelve of them. I’m sure you’ll want to have a conference call tonight. I think it will be obvious that it should be the whole group, except Marie. It should also be obvious who else you should invite. If what I read is true, you’ve got some explaining to do.” “Well hello, Kyra. Nice to hear from you. What the fuck are you talking about? All twelve of what? And why are you taking that tone with me? Have you forgotten that I’m in charge of this council? Just because you married my asshole brother, that doesn’t give you…” “Dammit, Liz. They’re stories, chapters, episodes, I don’t know what to call them. They’re about us. Just read them. I’ll be ready for our usual time. It’s beyond our wildest dreams, or maybe that should be nightmares. I’m not sure which.” “You know you can send a URL in a text message.” “Email is encrypted. Read now. Talk later.” This next imaginary conversation is a tele-conference. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Are we all here? Except Marie Blanc of course, or should I say Cate?” “Kyra Cardinal, in.” “Barbie Malibu, in.” “Bethany Riviera is on with the one you asked for. I etimesgut escort bayan confirmed what you suspected, Liz.” “Margo Wren, here, and I’m just bursting with curiosity.” “Ladies, please welcome Claire Emerald. The newest member of the Red Council.” “What the fuck, Liz?” “Need to know, Kyra. We’ll talk later. So, I assume you all read the stories. Let me preface this by saying that our systems are tight and we see no real risk to us from this unsettling exposure. It may even help us increase recruitment. Thoughts? Margo?” “Welcome, Claire. Liz, this is amazing. Thousands of people have viewed her stories. Can you believe all the horndogs on that site?” “Welcome, Claire. Maybe it was just a few people opening the page thousands of times, Margo.” “Thanks for the welcomes. I don’t think so, Barb. If so, they would have friction burns on their uglies. I agree with Margo.” “Maybe they’re mostly men.” “Probably, Beth. She didn’t have many women among her friends, but she got a few positive comments from women and at least one woman is following her.” “What’s that mean, Liz? Is that like following on Twitter?” “Well I assume it means they get email notice when she writes a new story. Can you check on that, Claire?” “I can already confirm it. Following an author means you get an email when a new story goes up. But even if they’re mostly men, she’s getting to some women.” “And that’s what we’ve been hoping for. We need a safe way to make it easier for good potential recruits to find us. There are risks with that. We’ll have to screen harder for infiltrators.” “How did we find this?” “Welcome, Claire. Please don’t think that I oppose your addition to the council. My… Liz just surprises me sometimes. Anyway, one of our accountants from overseas saw it. She’s in Oz. She said it steamed up her screen. These stories are read by English speakers all over the world. She got suspicious and sent it to me because the chapters are set here in the Midwest. She thought all the Red Councils should know about it, starting with ours.” “Thanks, Kyra. I’m intrigued about what it could do for us. I’ve been thinking we could find some way to use a website for recruitment, Liz. If we could develop a way for them to apply online, this might be a way to get that URL out there.” “Maybe, Barb. I’ve forwarded the link so the other Red Councils will see it, and I’ve requested their thoughts on it. In the meantime, I think we should find a way to punish her for this.” “Punish her? I wouldn’t have recommended that she submit these stories to the site if I thought you would punish her.” “Relax Claire. We’re not as serious as those East Coast bitches. She said she needs new material. Let’s give her some.” “Good idea, Kyra. How kinky is she?” “What do you mean, Liz?” “Well, I was thinking of my old sorority initiation rites. We had the pledges do some raunchy sexual stuff.” “I see. I have to tell you. She has surprised me every step of the way. And she obviously has a good imagination. I knew she could write, but not like this. I don’t mind saying that I had some chafing after I read those stories. I’m just sorry that I had to read them all at once. I would have enjoyed them more if I read one a day. I think she’ll play well with us, if you’re thinking some kind of trial or ordeal. And she did mention a coven of witches in one of her stories, maybe a ritual setting like the induction ceremonies. And she Escort etlik thought I might be serious about training videos.” “But we’re not all… oriented that way, are we?” “Does it matter how we are oriented, Barb? She’s the one getting the punishment. I’m not… I like men, but I could have fun if she’s having fun, too.” “What does that mean, Beth?” “Um, I do have this thing for spanking bare bottoms. It doesn’t have to be a man’s. And I wouldn’t mind witnessing whatever else you do to her, as long as I don’t have to, um… lick her.” “Me, neither. But I can witness. It’s not like we haven’t all seen her come before. We’ve seen the video feeds from Gabe’s.” “I’m with Margo and Bethany. No licking for me.” “Okay, Barb. That’s three lickers, one spanker and two voyeurs.” “I can do more than watch. I can spank too. Just not… But you, Liz? I… didn’t know.” “It was a lesbian sorority, Margo. Lambda Rho.” “AKA, Delta Eta Delta.” “Snicker all you want, Kyra. If half of what she wrote about you is true, you’re one to talk.” “Easy, Liz. It’s just what the boys called that house. I think they were just jealous. I didn’t know you were a member. And what Marie wrote about me was all too accurate. But I don’t really mind. At least she didn’t use our real names or mention that my boobs are saggy. She even lied in her profile. She’s my age.” “And she didn’t use our real locations. She did a pretty good job of concealment.” “And she made me seem prettier than I am. And she didn’t mention that I have feet as long as water skis.” “Do you really have those tattoos, Claire?” “Um, I have tattoos in those places, but they’re not what she said they are.” “Ladies, we’re getting off track here. Kyra, can you set something up?” “Sure. There’s a big room in my basement that would make a good dungeon. The billiards table would make a good altar. Or maybe I can find something more special.” “I know what you need, there’s a special table…” “It sounds like you have the right experience for this, Claire. Can you help Kyra?” “Absolutely. Don’t worry, Ma’am. We’ll cook something up.” Those conversations are the way I imagine the events I’m about to reveal were initiated. What comes next is how I get the painful experiences that will lead to more stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hello, Mrs. Cardinal.” I’m not expecting this call from her, so I’m surprised that her name appeared on my cell phone, but it isn’t too extraordinary. We haven’t spoken directly in weeks. Mostly we text. “Hello, Mrs. Blanc. How’s your weekend looking?” “The whole weekend?” “Most of it. We can have you back on Sunday by five PM.” “Can’t do it. The twins have a soccer game at ten AM on Saturday. It will be over at noon.” “Can you get to the airport by two? It’s important.” “That’s doable. Where am I going.” “Chicago.” “What do I need to bring?” “Your mask and trenchcoat.” “Oh? Uh, okay.” “I’ll see you when you get here.” “Bye, Ky.” This is very strange. She sounded nervous and she hung up so quickly that she probably didn’t hear me say goodbye. There was no idle chat from my best friend. No nothing. Just the facts, Ma’am. Just the facts. History tells me that she’s upset about something. Of course I wonder what it could mean. Of course I also wonder where it will lead. I’ve been with the sisterhood for almost two years. My family is doing incredibly well as a result. Our fourteen year old daughter Maddie is off at boarding school, a luxury we could never have considered without my new connections. She seems happy there. Thank God that Harry Potter made boarding schools cool. My twin boys are hoping we’ll send them to one and we’re trying to find one. Dan and I are looking forward to having our evenings alone once they’re gone. Don’t get me wrong.

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