"What's this?" Sarah asked wonderingly.
"Precisely what it says," Adam replied, grinning. "It's an academy that will teach you all you need to know to be the best wife and person you can be."
"I don't need that," Sarah insisted.
"I think you do, and I want you to attend," Adam said firmly. "It's only for a month, and what's that when we will be married for decades?"
"Is there one for first husbands?" Sarah asked disparagingly.
"Yes," Adam replied. "I attended when I decided I wanted you for my wife."
Sarah asked curiously, "And what things did you learn?"
"How to be the best husband I can be for you," Adam said, smiling.
"I suppose, then," Sarah said. "But wait. This is for today."
"Yes, it is," Adam replied, still grinning. "The limo will arrive shortly to pick you up. It's nearly a ninety-minute drive to the Academy, and you don't want to be late."
"OMG! What do I wear? What do I take? What about my work?"
"Something sexy so I can admire your gorgeous tits and ass as you walk out the door and get in the limo," Adam replied, chuckling. "Other than that--two pairs of bras and knickers, and a box of tampons because you'll be there a month. I took care of your workplace this morning. They know you will be absent for a month and may not wish to return."
"Why wouldn't I want to go back?" Sarah asked.
"Ask me after the month is up," Adam said, smiling.
Sarah had a swift shower, douched, dressed in something sexy so he could admire her tits and ass, and then packed the items Adam suggested into a small bag. She had barely finished when the limo driver tooted from the driveway. Sarah kissed her fiancé and then reluctantly got into the limo. She left, hoping she hadn't somehow joined a cult or wasn't about to be sold into slavery.
Holding her small bag, Sarah exited the limo and walked to the dark oak door. She pushed on it, finding it didn't open. Shrugging, Sarah used the brass knocker. She shrugged again when the door opened of its own accord and walked inside. Sarah gasped at the room's opulence, but resolutely walked to the reception desk.
"Name?" The woman behind the desk asked disinterestedly. Sarah provided her name, and according to her name tag, Imogen--the woman behind the desk--flicked through the tablets until she found Sarah's. After comparing it against her computer's information, Imogen smiled and said, "Yes, Sarah. Your fiancé has paid for the executive package. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay in our facility immensely, especially since you have a private room for the duration. " Imogen handed the tablet to Sarah.
Unsure what to do next, Sarah stared about. Imogen walked around the desk and across to Sarah. Sarah gaped, becoming fully aware of the woman's immense breasts for the first time. Sarah was at least a Double-D cup and thought Imogen was at least a cup-and-a-half above that. Her eyes dropped to the woman's exposed snatch, and her eyes widened. Imogen's clitoral hood and clit were fully displayed, their piercings blatantly apparent. Wondering again if she hadn't accidentally joined a sex cult, Sarah considered fleeing. She hoped that the limo driver hadn't left yet.
Handing Sarah her tablet, Imogen explained, "A couple will arrive shortly to guide you to your rooms on the third floor. Only full-package suites are above you, which perhaps indicates how important you are to your fiancé."
"What's the difference?" Sarah asked, trying to find a way to break Imogen's intense gaze.
"The courses are exactly the same," Imogen explained. "It's just that the full-package suites are larger and more richly furnished. They also offer, shall we say, a more personalised service?"
The elevator doors opened. Turning to observe, Sarah's mouth fell open when a dark-haired woman whose breasts possibly exceeded Imogen's exited. Sarah's eyes dropped, and she saw that the woman's skirt, similar to Imogen's, left her pussy entirely bare. A large gold ring held the woman's clitoral hood back from her clitoris, leaving it exposed.
The pneumatic-breasted newcomer walked halfway across the room before Sarah's fascinated eyes shifted to the male accompanying her. The man's oiled, muscular body wetted Sarah's pussy, and her eyes dropped lower. "Oh!" Sarah gasped when she saw the man's barely covered, enormous wang. Adam's dick was by far the biggest that Sarah had seen firsthand, but she thought this man's exceeded Adam's in length and girth. Her wetness turned to outright arousal.
Sarah finally saw the academy staff's name tags. She'd read Imogen's partially, but now she noticed the second line, "Property of Matthew Bailey." She turned her wondering eyes to the dark-haired woman's tag. The woman's name read "Lena Johansson. Property of Graham Johansson." Gulping because she knew reading his tag meant staring at the man's enormous todger, Sarah read, "Paul Patrick. Property of Imogen Bailey." Despite herself, Sarah's eyes lingered on Paul's bulging cock.
Imogen shared a surreptitious wink with Paul before she said, "Lena and Paul will take you to your suite. Feel free to use them in any way you wish until the 2:00 p.m. get-together."
Sarah recalled her discussion with Adam before getting into the limo, and her eyes gleamed. Lena and Paul took her elbows and guided her into the elevator, then down the hall to her rooms. The passageway was roughly the same length as the floor above, but there were four separate doors to four suites this time, unlike the two above.
"You should use the shower," Lena offered after opening the suite's door and letting Sarah inside.
"I had one before getting in the limo," Sarah explained.
"Even so," Lena shrugged as she knelt and removed Paul's G-string briefs, exposing his swiftly swelling, enormous cock. Sarah gasped as Lena swallowed the entire thing without apparent effort. Sarah licked her lips, wondering if she could manage a similar feat. She reluctantly went to the bathroom because she wasn't sure if kneeling beside Lena and trying to swallow Paul's cock was acceptable.
Sarah looked around the gleaming bathroom, amazed by its size and splendour. She thought the shower stall would fit at least two people and probably more if those involved didn't mind being close. She turned the water on and undressed while she waited for it to warm. When it was ready, Sarah stepped under the generous spout. She briefly wondered about the required water pressure to have such a broad, long showerhead cascading with so much water.
Spotting the removable shower head, Sarah took it down. She looked for the tap to change the flow to the hand nozzle and saw only a button on the wall instead. She pressed it and squealed as cold water briefly flowed from the handheld showerhead. Examining it, she saw the button and depressed it. The cascade shifted from the fat nozzles to the thinner ones, increasing the water pressure. Preferring the softer stream, Sarah pressed again, thinking it would revert. Instead, the water centred onto four thin nozzles in the head's centre and came out even faster.
Sarah looked at it consideringly before she grinned. Spreading her labia, Sarah pulled her clitoral hood back and let the jets play over her entrance and clitoris. 'OMG, that feels good,' Sarah thought, stifling her arousal groans. She placed the showerhead between her voluptuous thighs, holding it so that it played over her clit. Then, she eased two fingers into her pussy and stroked her G-spot as she thumbed her button. Revelling in how it felt, Sarah enjoyed two intense back-to-back orgasms before she held her entrance open and hosed her cream out.
After drying off, Sarah looked around, only to find her clothes were gone. She wrapped the towel around her lush assets and exited the bathroom. Paul lay on the bed on his back with Lena on top. They were in a classical sixty-nine. Seeing Sarah leave the bathroom, Lena let Paul's cock out of her mouth with a theatrical slurp and offered it to Sarah.
Sarah was tempted to straddle Paul's reclined body and take it into her sweltering cunt, but was afraid to act that slutty after only a few hours of accepting Adam's proposal. Instead, Instead, she leant over and gobbled Paul's enormous wang down. She was delighted, and a little surprised, when her lips hit Paul's waxed abdomen. Sarah had swallowed all of Adam's lengthy cock but didn't know once you've conquered your gag reflex, until a cock long enough to reach your oesophagus enters your mouth, you won't have any problems with gagging. Paul's cock almost went there, but not quite.
Sarah bobbed her head, trying to make Paul cum, but her wanton needs were too much. Sarah's hands were between her legs as she thumbed her clit. Eventually, her sexually hyper-charged mind thought, 'Fuck it!' She climbed onto the bed, straddled Paul, and guided his enormous todger into her dripping gash. "Oh, fuck, that's good," Sarah groaned as Paul's dick opened her slutty passage up and glided up to bang against her cervix. She placed her hands in the middle of Paul's chest for balance and then rode him like a bucking bronco.
Lena slipped off the bed and circled behind Sarah. She climbed up behind her and pressed her massive rack against Sarah's back. Lena cupped Sarah's heavy Double-D cups and kissed where Sarah's neck met her shoulder. Beyond the kissing games she played with her girlfriends at high school, Sarah hadn't played with a woman before. It wasn't disgust or even indifference to the idea of same-sex sex that prevented Sarah from enjoying a Sapphic relationship; it had been simply a lack of opportunity. Now that one was presented, she would not miss the opportunity. Sarah leaned her head back and moaned, enjoying Lena's hands on her grapefruit-sized breasts.
While squeezing, twisting, and pinching Sarah's nipples, Lena slid her hand across Sarah's rounded tummy and onto her shaved clit. She fingered Sarah's button as she whispered encouragement into Sarah's ear. "Ride him, honey. Ride that big cock like the devil himself was after you." So, she did!
The twin stimulations on her nipples and clit, merging pleasure with pain, added to the same combination in her tight, slippery quim. Paul's cock bounced off Sarah's cervix at the bottom of every plunge. That pain mingled together with the sweet sensation of an enormous cock pulling her clit against it and rubbing on her G-spot. Either of these sensations on their own would have tossed Sarah from her climactic peak. Combined, they sent her into the stratosphere. She came so hard that Lena had to hold her to prevent Sarah from toppling off the bed.
Sarah's eyes opened, and she smiled up at Paul. She lay on her back with Lena's cunt poised above her mouth. Paul had his enormous woody buried deep in her pussy, and he gently rocked back and forth, gently driving Sarah back towards her crest. Sarah looked higher and licked her lips, anticipating tasting Lena's dripping juices. Lena giggled and lowered her pussy onto Sarah's lips.
Servicing Lena's sopping pussy increased Sarah's arousal, and her hips waved to meet Paul's thrusts. Soon, he pounded her just as hard as he could. He scampered beside Sarah towards an immense climax. He felt the staunch woman's cunt pulse around his shaft and knew he couldn't hold on for much longer.
"May I cum in you?" Paul panted.
"Do it!" Sarah hissed and then screamed as Paul ejaculated directly onto her cervical canal opening. Feeling his sperm spraying inside her ignited Sarah's passion, and she screamed again as another thunderous orgasm blasted through her. A third hit when Lena moaned, came, and squirted over Sarah's lips and face.
Lena and Paul cuddled Sarah between them until she returned to her version of normalcy. Then they helped her back into the bathroom and shower. Paul washed Sarah's back and legs, paying particular attention to her dark star. Sarah shuddered, knowing he wanted to fuck her in there. She thought she'd probably let him, but not now. Now, she felt guilty for fucking around on Adam, despite that he seemed to want her to.
Mia Walker.
Mia Walker strode through the academy's door like she did everything: Bold, forthright, and with absolute confidence that she was the hottest chick in the vicinity. Mia's surgically enhanced breasts were her most obvious attribute, quickly followed by her collagen-enhanced lips, surgically altered nose, and tattooed eyebrows. Not happy with being a natural eight, Mia had spent thousands of dollars enhancing her features until she was an undeniable ten. Even Mia's hips had been widened using the excess fat from her thighs. It was a shame that all of her enhancements hadn't altered her attitude.
At just under six feet tall, Mia's long, shapely legs whisked together as her stocking tops rubbed against each other while she crossed the foyer to the desk. Mia faltered slightly when she saw the beautiful blonde receptionist. 'No way those tits are real,' Mia thought, feeling reassured that her E-cups mirrored the woman's.
"Name?" asked the receptionist, Imogen Bailey, according to her name tag, in a brusque manner. She already disliked the plastic surgeon's wet dream seated before her.
"Mia Walker," Mia replied haughtily.
Imogen searched through the few remaining tablets until she found Mia's. She compared the details on the home screen with those on her computer. They matched, so Imogen walked around the desk to hand it to Mia.
Mia's eyes dropped to the woman's exposed, pierced pussy and thought, 'What kind of slut walks around her workplace showing her cunt off?' Mia dragged her eyes high enough to take the tablet.
"Your fiancé purchased the gold package," Imogen explained. "Your rooms are on the second floor. I'll have a porter show you to them. You may play with him until the 2:00 p.m. get-together."
"I understood I was getting the presidential package," Mia said forcefully, refusing to take the tablet. "There must be some mistake."
Imogen returned to her desk to check her screen. She compared the information on both screens and then searched for the original booking. "Ah, yes. I see," Imogen said. "Your fiancé did indeed request the presidential package, but he balked at the $1,000 per day cost. He was then offered the executive bundle, but he decided that at $800 per day, even that was too much. Joshua concluded that the gold package was suitable for his and your needs."
"What are the key differences between the packages?" Mia asked.
"The daily activities are precisely the same," Imogen explained drily. "The difference is the level of accommodation and the amount of personal service. The gold package gives you around the same level of service as an upmarket hotel, so you'll hardly be suffering."
"I demand an upgrade," Mia insisted. "I will settle for an executive suite."
"I believe we have one still available," Imogen said. "Thirty days at an extra three hundred dollars per day is $9,000. Will that be card or bank transfer?"
"That's not acceptable," Mia grated. "I demand you upgrade me for free."
"That's not happening," Imogen said dismissively. "Your options are to check in or leave. Which will it be?"
"I'll take it," Mia replied, snatching the tablet from the desk. Mia recalled that Imogen said she could 'play with the porter' until the get-together. She planned to do just that to get back at Joshua.
The elevator doors opened, and an older, less than physically fit, mid-forties man wearing a cheap suit exited. 'No way I'm fucking that!' Mia immediately thought. She considered her options and realised she had a few, but none that appealed. Mia held no illusions that she could do any better than Joshua.
Mia had ruthlessly pursued rich men from the moment she turned eighteen and learned she could trade her body for 'As' from her university professors. She had captured many older men, but none with the wealth or earning capacity she desired. Mia sought a man who was generationally wealthy, ideally a Packer or a Murdoch. Otherwise, she was looking for someone who earned a high six-figure or low seven-figure salary.
She continued to discard her conquests, climbing her way up the social ladder and seeking a wealthier, preferably older, lover whom she could control. Then, Mia would get pregnant by him so quickly that it would make his head spin. She would follow that with two more children and then decide if she could tolerate him until his passing. Divorce was the obvious alternative: divorce and a substantial settlement, along with significant child support.
The problem was that she was now thirty-five and on the downward slide. In her men's vernacular, she was a depreciating asset. They'd still fuck her, but marriage offers became increasingly rare. Now, instead of her next conquest being wealthier and more established, they were poorer and worse off. Mia settled. Not that marrying a mid-fifties, multi-millionaire widower was 'settling' for most women. It's just that Joshua, despite his wealth, was quite frugal. He had four children by his deceased wife, and he wanted to leave most of his assets to them when he died. Mia would fix that by 'accidentally' getting pregnant.
The elevator doors opened, and Mia followed the man to room 203. She entered and observed a fairly simple hotel room setup. She opened the curtains to reveal a grassy slope. The building had been carved into a steep hill facing east. Although there was a small balcony, the rooms on this side overlooked what remained of the hill. The upper-story rooms were situated above the hill's crest and offered views over the Gold Coast hinterland. The room on the right, where Sally was staying, faced east toward the coast, while the other looked toward Australia's interior.
"You may leave," Mia said dismissively.
"Certainly, Ms. Walker," the porter replied, bowing. "I shall return at 1:55 to guide you to the meeting room." The porter hesitated, suspecting that Mia hadn't read her tablet and wouldn't. Knowing he'd regret it, he said, "There's a dress code for outside your rooms, Ma'am. You might want to check what it is. You'll find the appropriate items in the drawers beside your bed." The porter almost ran from the room, escaping before Mia could read it and blow her top.
"Whatever," Mia said, not really listening and thinking about her situation instead.
Mia accepted her invitation to the academy because Joshua insisted he would not marry her until she had. Mia knew that in terms of an acceptably wealthy lifestyle, Joshua was pretty much her last throw of the dice. Her next step would be to attempt an Anna Nicole Smith and go after a childless billionaire who was near death.
Kylie Robinson.
"You'll be fine," Mark Jacobs told his fiancée. "It's a month at a Gold Coast Hinterland retreat. Isn't that what all you girls wish for?"
"Not on my own," Kylie squeaked. "We've only just gotten engaged. Why are you sending me away for a month? Don't you want to be with me?"
"I want to be with you forever," Mark replied soothingly. "That's why I asked you to marry me. It's also why I want you to take the first wives course. You'll understand why once you've completed it. You'll make friends who will be in your life for good. You'll forge connections that will enrich your life in ways you cannot comprehend. Now, Kylie, stop arguing with me and get changed. The limo will be here soon."
Kylie, who intended to remain a virgin until her marriage, reluctantly changed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She put on her sneakers and gathered the few items Mark had told her to bring. Looking in the bag, she remarked, "If I'm staying for a month, I'll need more than two bras and panties."
"No, you won't," Mark said, smiling. He knew full well that his fiancée would only wear the academy-approved outfit--a micro-miniskirt with a wide vee at its front and a top that would reveal vast amounts of her cleavage and leave her belly button exposed. He expected Kylie would sport a belly button ring when she returned, and probably several others, in less obvious places.