The women in this class, after watching Imogen's demonstration, peeled their bananas and tried to emulate her, with varying degrees of success. The first thing they found was, initially, they had to fight their gag reflex again. Even the small ten-to-fifteen-minute gap between finishing their previous task and starting this one had returned the sensitivity of their reflex. However, this time it did not take them long to suppress it again, and the bananas were soon disappearing down throats with relative ease.
"Well done, ladies," Imogen said, smiling. "Now we get to the interesting part--we bring in some real cocks for you to practice on." She opened the door and the various attendants and porters for the women assembled walked in. They crossed to their charges and stood before them. Matthew, Imogen's husband, stood before her, grinning like that cat that got the canary. His grin widened when Imogen placed a small pillow before him and then knelt on it. "We'll begin with the standard on your knees blowjob," she explained. "Ladies, you should welcome your man home with one of these every evening."
Imogen unbuckled and unzipped Matthew's pants and pulled them down, exposing his throbbing 8-inch todger. Then, gripping his hips, Imogen free-handed her mouth down Matthew's shaft until her nose rested in his crinkly pubic hair. Next, she gripped his cock with her right hand and jacked it as she swirled her tongue around his glans and sucked the head like it was a lollypop.
Imogen let her husband's cock from her mouth with a loud slurp and popping sound. She gazed around at the wide-eyed women surrounding her. Some of them were hooded in arousal, that was evident. "Grab a pillow and get on your knees, ladies," she commanded.
Several of the women exchanged nervous glances and titters before complying, but the majority almost gleefully fetched a pillow and got on their knees before their assigned helper or porter.
"Again," Imogen explained as she slowly jacked her husband's enormous tool. "If your husband's dick stands at six inches or longer, you should swallow him whole without pause or effort. That is how you impress a man with an above average-sized penis. However, if your husband is less than that, you should choke and pretend to struggle to accept him down your throat, because that is how you make him feel manly and powerful." Imogen tittered, "However, I can personally attest that none of you will have to pretend to choke with the men before you."
Imogen went on to fellate her husband, stopping every few minutes both to allow Matthew to cool down and to explain what she was doing and why. She alternated between slowly engulfing his entire cock as she cupped and gently fondled his balls to gripping Matthew's shaft firmly and jacking it as she lavished attention on his glans. Through all of these actions, Imogen kept a constant, firm suction on her husband's dick, driving Matthew to the point of no return many times but never once letting him jump over the edge.
The women studied Imogen's technique until they were sure they had the motions memorised and then turned their attentions to the men they knelt before. Many groans emanated from the standing men as their rampantly erect cocks were slowly engulfed by warm, wet mouths.
Imogen, seeing that her audience was occupied, returned her attention to her husband's throbbing cock with a vengeance. She stopped playing with it and concentrated on making it explode as swiftly as possible. Matthew's hands snatched to her head, and with a deep guttural groan, he filled his wife's greedily sucking mouth with his potent seed. Imogen smiled around the cock in her mouth, proud of how quickly she could bring her man to fruition, despite that they'd lived together for more than ten years.
She smiled up at her man as she tucked him back into his trousers and then wiped the cum that had dribbled from her mouth. The almost forty-five minutes of constant teasing from her gifted hands and mouth had ensured that Matthew had a generous gift for her, a gift she enjoyed receiving despite not getting anything for herself. Imogen's clit throbbed, and she was wet. Once this lesson was over, she planned on taking Matthew, John, Paul, and Lars back to their home-away-from-home apartment at the academy. Imogen needed a cock in all three of her love holes and a nice, thick dick for her right hand.
Matthew grinned at his wife as he pulled her to her feet. "I'll get back to work," he stated. "You know where I'll be. Come and get me when you're finished here and me and your boys will quench the slutty fire in your horny cunt."
"Done deal," Imogen replied, kissing her man passionately before returning her attention back to her class. She wandered around the class, giving hints and tips to those who seemed to be struggling to get their men over the edge. Before long, every cock had been drained, leaving the women feeling happy and proud of their achievements. For more than one, it was their first successful blowjob.
Imogen knelt before Kylie's man, who was Lars Lindberg, one of her boys. Lars was still gasping, revelling in the expert blowjob Kylie had just given him. His thick trouser snake still hung outside his trousers, saliva still smothered over it. "I thought you had better control than that, Lars," Imogen giggled as she took his softening member in her dainty hand.
"Ms Robinson is a beyond excellent fellatrix," Lars protested. "She had her finger in my ass, massaging my prostate before I had a chance to figure what was happening. I lost the battle not long after that."
"Me thinks out little Miss Robinson is not quite as virginal as she's have us believe," Sarah teased. She'd brought her man, Paul, to fruition not long after Kylie's success.
"All I've ever done is give blowjobs to pushy boys to stop them trying to fuck me," Kylie replied, chuckling.
"What about yourself?" Imogen asked, momentarily releasing Lars's cock from her mouth, where she was expertly bringing him back to full-mast. "What do you get out of doing that?"
"I get to keep my virginity," Kylie said primly. "It's my gift to Mark."
"What if Mark doesn't want it?" Imogen asked as she jacked Lars. "What if he wants to ravage you when he first has you? He can't do that if you're wholly inexperienced."
"He has encouraged me to explore before we get married," Kylie admitted. "But I thought he was only testing my faithfulness to him."
"Does blowing someone excite you?" Sarah queried, copying Imogen and trying to revive her man's erection.
"Oh, Lawd, yes," Kylie muttered. "Once I get inside, I have to use my fingers to relieve the itch, if you know what I mean."
Releasing Lars's cock momentarily again, Imogen asked, "So why keep holding out? Why not let one of them relieve that itch for you? Fucking is a whole lot more fun than masturbating."
"I want to be a traditional wife," Kylie explained, watching Imogen enviously. Kylie's pussy throbbed, still stimulated from blowing Lars and that feeling exacerbated by the lewd spectacles occurring all around her. "One man where I stay at home and raise the kids, look after the house, and encourage my man to be the best he can be."
"That is also the aim of The First Wives Academy," Imogen pointed out, relinquishing Lars's cock back to Kylie. "Traditional wives, except that they're sexually uninhibited. That is our goal." Imogen stood and addressed the room as she explained how the women's men expected them to be. "We at the academy, and your future husbands, too, believe monogamy is a stupid, unrealistic basis to found a marriage on. You're marrying rich men who will be surrounded by temptation their whole lives. Almost inevitably, they will sometimes succumb to that temptation."
Imogen walked around the room, encouraging her students to revive and service the cocks before them again. She continued, "Not only that, your men will be working long hours as they gather and/or cement their wealth and reputations. This will mean, as stay-at-home mums, you will have long periods of boredom. Many of you will face temptation to stray, as well. Some of you will fall prey to that temptation.
"Here at the academy, we aim to show you how to accept that your men will occasionally stray, and to help you realise the best way to control where and when he strays is to choose his straying companions for him. Women that may also be your lover. Men that your husband admire and respect and will be happy to share you with.
"Some of you may have noticed that four of the men in this room have tags that identify them as belonging to me. They do. I have taken them as lovers with my husband's approval. Now, although Matthew helps them to fuck me senseless regularly, he is not gay or even bisexual. Matthew does not play with my boys, although my boys do play with each other. Mainly for my viewing pleasure."
Imogen looked around the room, noticing the avid expressions that most of the women had on their faces. She grinned and added, "That's right, ladies. I nice stiff cock for all three of my slut holes and a fourth to grip and stroke as I'm fucked. Treat your man right, bring him home the occasional treat. Accept that he will occasionally stray and remain sure that he loves you before all others, and this little piece of fluff on the side means nothing, and you may find that he allows or even encourages you to take other lovers so that you're not alone and bored."
Imogen let her gaze wander over her class, seeing her words take effect. She could see that more than a few found the thought that their husbands would allow them to take extramarital lovers thrilling. Paying the price of allowing their partners to do the same seemed less because of it. She continued, "Of course, you should never play with another man without your husband's express permission. Playing with another woman is fine, so long as you occasionally let him join in. One of the purposes of this academy is to encourage you to make friends with your classmates. Friends who will become lifelong lovers, and assuming your husbands agree, potential playmates for them."
"Wife swapping, you mean?" Sarah asked. She pretended to be upset with the idea, but in reality, Sarah's sweet little pussy pulsed at the thought. Although she wanted a husband and kids, the thought of confining herself to one lover for the rest of her life saddened her. That Adam had encouraged her to go home with that guy and hadn't been bothered the following morning when he called and brought over breakfast before putting her in a limo and sending her here was encouraging and seemed to gel with what Imogen was saying. Sarah hoped this meant they'd have an active sex life that involved selected others.
"I'd call it sharing," Imogen shrugged. "But, whatever."
One of the others spoke up. "You mean our fiancés will sleep around on us, no matter what? And they'll expect and encourage us to do the same?"
Addressing the woman directly, Imogen replied, "Nancy, your man is among the wealthy elite. He controls an empire worth more than a hundred million dollars. Gold diggers and opportunists will constantly throw themselves at him, trying to become the new woman in his life. Now, you can expect your man to remain faithful, lose your shit when he isn't, divorce him, and get a nice settlement. But that leaves you alone and without the man you love. Or, you can accept that he will occasionally succumb to temptation and have faith that the reason he wants to marry you is that he truly loves you and wants you to be his wife forever."
Imogen hesitated before adding, "Another option is to select the women your husband sleeps with. You can surround him with gorgeous women who you have selected to be his lovers. If you do it properly, these women will be loyal to you and your husband, and they will keep the gold diggers and opportunists away from him."
"So, I let a half-dozen women sleep with him to prevent a dozen?" Kylie asked disparagingly?"
Imogen chuckled at Kylie's question. "No," she replied. "You select two or three absolute stunners who are loyal to you and your husband, and you send one of them at least with him wherever he goes. She keeps the dozens of gold diggers away from him and ensures he remains faithful to you."
"But he's not being faithful if he's fucking two or three others, is he?" One of the other women pointed out.
"He is," Imogen insisted. "You're accepting the reality that as a successful man, he will have many women throwing themselves at him, trying to take your place. You're also acknowledging that, as a man, he will inevitably fall into that temptation. By selecting his lovers for him, you know they don't want to take your place and are also happy to share him with you." Imogen looked around, smiling gently. "If you take advantage of what we have here, you will have lovers and friends with whom you can establish close relationships that will allow you to offer your man even more variety and have some for yourself."
"I'm not a lesbian," another woman insisted. "I don't want to have sex with other women."
"Nor am I," Imogen countered. "My preferred sexual escapade beyond one-on-one sex with my husband is to be double and triple teamed, something Lars, John, Paul, Matthew, and I will be doing once this class is over. However, I will gladly and joyfully bring a woman who I know Matthew finds attractive to our bed and to play with for our mutual enjoyment. And I will occasionally bring two or three women home so we can double and triple team him."
"You're saying our fiancés, when they become our husbands, will expect us to do something similar for them?" Sarah asked.
"I think that some of you have already been given direct instructions or hints to do so," Imogen said, smiling.
Sarah blinked, recalling that was precisely what Adam had done. He had effectively thrown her at the man she took home the night before coming here. Then, much to her surprise, he'd made love to her the following morning despite that her pussy was full of another man's cum.
"I'll be damned," she muttered. "That's exactly what my fiancé encouraged me to do. We were at a club, and this guy kept hitting on me despite me telling him I was there with my boyfriend. Next thing I knew, Adam was encouraging me to take the guy home with me. I thought it was just his way of testing my loyalty to him, but he kept insisting that I go and have fun. In the end, I figured this was just his way of getting rid of me, so I took the guy home and let him fuck me. The next morning, Adam phoned and told me he was coming over, bringing breakfast. He told me to get rid of my lover, then, when he got there, he asked me to marry him and then took me to bed and made love to me for hours before putting me in a limo and sending me here."
"Seriously?" One of the others disbelievingly asked.
"Deadly," Sarah confirmed. "I thought he was just setting me up so he had an excuse to dump me. But I'll tell you what, after I'd spent the night with that guy, Adam fucked me better than he ever had before, and I certainly had no complaints before that morning!"
That set off a round table series of discussions as the women discussed Sarah's assertions. Several others embarrassedly admitted that their men had also encouraged them to take other lovers. Only one, however, would admit that she had. Her fiancé had fucked her into senselessness the following day, too.
That brought the time to twelve o'clock, which was lunch and the end of classes for the day. Imogen grinned and grabbed John's and Paul's hands. Laughing, those three and Lars ran from the room, heading for Matthew's and her apartment at the academy. Imogen's pussy was positively frothing, having watched, demonstrated, and encouraged nine women into giving expert blowjobs receiving no relief for herself. Matthew was waiting when they got there. Seconds later, Imogen was riding her husband with Paul in her mouth and Lars in her tight ass. John, who drew the short straw for this round, had to put up with a hand job. He wouldn't have to wait long to fuck one of Imogen's holes.
Afternoon on the Second Day.
After Sally and Mia had helped to serve the lunch meal, they joined Sarah and Kylie at their table. The change in Mia was pronounced. Working closely with Sally and two of the other academy attendants had further broken down the walls the ice queen had built around herself. Plus, it seemed that shy Sally was, in fact, quite the natural flirt. She had the male cook's trousers severely tented not long after they'd gotten to know him well enough to interact with him comfortably.
The others, including Mia, quickly picked up that Sally had the chef, Jason, flustered by her casual innuendos and seductive touching, and they all joined in the fun. Before long, the teasing expanded to each other and the chef's two full-time helpers. To everyone's surprise, Sally brought the teasing to a head when she suddenly dropped to her knees and took the chef's cock in her mouth. One of the others assigned to the kitchen quickly followed suit, and before Jason could mouth even the faint protest he intended to, he had his cock's head in a warm, wet, and willing mouth as another pair of lips slid along his shaft and caresses his plum-sized balls. His orgasm quickly followed as he emptied his aching sack into Sally's mouth.
Sally, as Leo had taught her, released the chef's cock from her mouth before tilting her head back to show she'd captured his seed in her mouth. She was about to swallow when the other woman, Erica, kissed her hard, demanding she share Jason's gift. Surprised, Sallu allowed the kiss to deepen, and she let Erica's tongue gather some of the chef's sperm from her mouth. Then, Erica pressed her cheek against Sally's, and they both looked winningly up at him before swallowing showily, delighting in the salty, slippery taste of Jason's ejaculate.
"Jaysus!" Jason exclaimed. "Sally, we had bets you'd be the last to join the activities. It comes as a pleasant surprise to see you're one of the first!"
Sally giggled guiltily, knowing if it wasn't for her three new friends that she would never have had the courage to do what she'd just done. But now? Now, Sally was horny! She wanted to hop onto the kitchen bench and spread her thighs, but her natural reticence reasserted itself, and she was unable to do so. Instead, she innocently asked, "So, what's next?"
Jason zipped himself up, shaking his head ruefully. The blowjob had been good, but he hoped for more. He returned his attention to the task at hand and instructed his trainee group on how to sliver and prepare the chicken breasts for today's lunch.
Mia, who was about to kneel beside Sally when Erica had, was hornier than she'd felt in her life. Sex was something that Mia typically used as a weapon. She was good at it. Extremely good. No man could resist her blowjobs, and although she didn't care much for the taste of cum, she always swallowed showily, pretending to delight in the taste and texture. Mia was so controlled that she rarely got anything from sex. Luckily, for the sake of her subterfuge, she got very wet, and Mia could fake her orgasm better than any of the porn actresses she'd seen on film. Today, however, her clit throbbed, and she'd soaked her panties through. Mia hoped Jim would be up for some play this afternoon.
Unfortunately, as Mia discovered after lunch, today was Jim's day off. However, more than a few of the attendants had noticed the thawing of the ice queen's demeanour. That, combined with her stunning good looks and super-hot body, meant they were more inclined to engage her in conversation. After several unsuccessful attempts to attract someone back to her room, Lars and Mila, after ensuring Kylie didn't want them, agreed to accompany Mia back to her rooms.