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Deflowering Her By Woman

"No way, that's gross!" is what she would say.

Not anymore.

Eve is not a tiny little girl anymore. In the last few months, Eve has let lose her nymphomaniac self. She readily admits she has been masturbating in the bath tub for years. She has embraced her power over men, her ability to make them cum in minutes, her hunger for hung men, she knows and now worships men who exceed the dollar test. Eve wants more men, around her, in her, catering to her, holding her and spanking her and cumming in her. But while she has always held her cards tight, she revealed herself a few weeks ago, when an unplanned bout of voyerism uncovered a yearning I never expected.

The place was Madame's Party, a rompous orgy of every type, old, young, bi, not, trans, couples, groups, singles, pervy men, gentlemen, and Madame at the helm, driving the sexual energy of the entire experience. Eve and I had never been to Madame's, though this wasn't our first rodeo. Madame's Party was quaint, not many people, lots of business, and filled with wonderful rules that comforted the faint of heart newbies like us that attended.

We wandered the party, talking to strangers, making friends. We watched in the dungeon as scene after scene climaxed and casually ended. We retreated to a nice bedroom when we wanted a little couple time. But what we really wanted to do was see the main attraction.

Madame had announced she was doing a "demo" later in the evening. Eve and I were intrigued. We both loved watching and learning, absorbing as newbies as much as we could from others. But neither of us knew what the demo would be.

Madame called out a time, in a few minutes, and we and others gathered outdoors around a pedestal of sorts, a leather ottoman. Madame escorted a couple to the ottoman, a man and woman.

Eve and I were very close, front and center. For some reason, we eagerly wanted front row seats and we got what we wanted, a very close view of what was to come.

Madame said she was going to demonstrate how to build sexual energy with a woman, how to feel her and be one with her body, to build her body up to an orgasm and how to pull the trigger. She donned a strap on and asked the woman to get on all fours on the ottoman. Madame played a bit, to get the woman wet, and then, slowly at first, to ride her from behind. Her movement was rhythmic and sensual. Madame used her hands all over, to touch and caress and tease. The woman was moaning and clearly in a state of bliss, no longer present to the crowd, but completely engulfed by Madame's movement.

Eve was watching. Closely. I kept glancing over to see if her eyes were fixated. She curled her eyebrows curiously when Madame donned the strap-on, never having seen one before. She stared intently as Madame moved in and out of the woman. And she was not looking away, despite what she would have said if I had asked whether she would watch.

I remember asking, "have you ever thought other women were cute?"

"No way, that's gross!" is what she would say.

Madame was right in front of her, now moving harder and calling out to the woman, vocalizing Madame's sexual energy in words that excited the woman, who was moaning hard and moving all around, enjoying every stroke from Madame, in and out, riding backward at times to fully submerge Madame's dildo. They both seemed to climax, the woman shivering and collapsing, and Madame grabbing her own breasts as if to hold herself up by them, almost collapsing forward, almost falling backward, flying from the orgasm but firmly planted in front of us.

I reached over to touch Eve, at the top of her thigh, under her panties, and she was extremely wet. She grabbed my hand and quickly pushed it away. What was she trying to hide?

We left the party, hardly said a word all the way home, held hands, kissed, ran our usual routines before bed.

The next day, I asked, "did you like the party?"

"Yes" she replied.

"What was your favorite part?"

She looked down, not at me, but down, and said, "when Madame was behind her and she almost fell on top of the lady."

I stopped for a moment, to let that sink in, to make sure I heard what I just heard. All the men and all the sex and orgies, and the best part was the two women? I thought Eve was straight, as straight as an arrow. I also thought she never, ever, would masturbate. Wrong.

I had to ask her...

"Would you ever do that?"

She was still looking down. "Maybe."

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A week passed without a word about the party. I knew she had struggled to let out that one word, maybe, and that her struggle was ongoing. She had been trained from early childhood to believe something was horribly bad, and now she had to deal with the guilt that she was bad.

I had a plan. She loves when I do the planning.

"Eve, I have this idea I want to pass by you. Madame is having another party, and I would like to setup an experience for you with Madame. I already know you don't want to know that other people are watching, so I'll blindfold you before we get into the party and escort you blindfolded so you can't know who is there. I also know you want to feel safe, so I'll be right there, behind you, holding your hands and caressing you and whispering in your ear, the entire time. I won't leave you for even a moment."

She was listening intently.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She didn't say anything, she was thinking. Then she said, "maybe".

I know exactly what maybe means. Maybe means she doesn't want to have to say yes. Saying yes is admitting to so much shame. She's not worried about the particulars... she knows I will take care of everything... she doesn't want to be the one to say yes, to be the one to blame.

"Honey, I don't want to pressure you. This is something you either want to try, or not. So either yes... or no... I can't setup something with a maybe."

She quickly wanted to get it over with. "Okay, yes. Yes."

"Okay."

I ran through my plan with her, she consented to everything that was going to happen, she said yes to everything. Madame and I talked again, Madame asked Eve directly if she consented, and she said yes to everything.

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Madame's Party arrived once again, this time we would be at the center of it all. I had talked to Madame about this being a theme of "Deflowering" and Madame went all out. She had flowers, asked everyone to wear flowery clothes, men wore Hawaiian shirts, women wore sarongs, the deflowering theme was throughout.

Eve and I arrived in the evening. We had missed so much of the party, but for good reason, we were there with a purpose, to deflower my beautiful wife of her bi-virginity, to pop her bi-cherry, in the most glorious style possible. Go big or go home.

Eve wore a sarong with nothing underneath, a white button-up blouse with no bra, and sandals. I had a bag of clothes and a towel for her to change into, as well as makeup and other goodies to make her feel a bit of comfort after the experience.

Before we got out of the car, I put on her blindfold and asked if she was ready. She said yes, and we proceeded to the backyard.

There was no noise. It was completely silent. Madame came up to us and told Eve how gorgeous she looked. Then she asked, "Do you want to start?"

Eve said in a quiet voice, so demure and innocent, but with a slight hint of excitement and confidence, one last time, "yes."

Madame told me to sit on the couch. This time, it was more of a leather love seat ottoman, with a back for me to lean against. I sat and spread my legs facing out, back against the couch, then Madame told Eve to sit between my legs facing out and helped her as she maneuvered in place. I was completely holding her, right next to her ear, so I could whisper to her, holding her hands, and able to feel her every body movement.

Madame kneeled between her legs, leaned over, and unbuttoned her blouse, slowly, intentionally letting her hands brush against Eve's breasts, I could see her nipples harden underneath and her breasts perk up from the touch of her hand and the friction of the fabric.

She opened the blouse, and said, "oh... how beautiful you are. I've been imagining your skin for weeks. I can't wait to taste you."

Madame leaned forward and put her mouth on one of Eve's breasts. Eve tensed and her mouth opened wide, her head pushed back into me and her hands suddenly grabbed my legs. She let out the tiniest of moans. Madame licked and played with her breasts, dancing both nipples into a frenzy of excitement, bright red and flush. "Do you like that?"

Eve almost couldn't get the words out. "Yes" she said in a wispy high pitched voice.

Madame ran her hands down Eve's sides, guiding her fingers to the edges of her waist, to grab the sarong. She untied it and let the sides fall, uncovering the rest of Eve's body, now exposed with her clothes dangling to each side. "Oh my... you are gorgeous. I am afraid I might make you scream too loud."

Madame stepped away for a moment. She grabbed something, small and black leather. "Here, put this in your mouth. You can scream as loud as you want now, and not have to worry about being too loud. Okay?"

Eve said okay muffled by the gag bit now in her mouth. Madame secured it and then stepped away to grab a toy and put on gloves. She chose a nice soft dildo, added a condom to it, grabbed a pillow, and kneeled on the ground to the side of the ottoman, next to Eve, with full access to her body. She took a nipple into her mouth, at the same time, tapped the dildo and rubbed it around Eve's clit, then slowly slipped into Eve. Madame pulled Eve's leg up over Madame's shoulder, placed her other hand on Eve's clit, and kissed her leg, vibrating the dildo, massaging her clit, and kissing her inner thigh all at once. Eve was skyrocketing, she was moaning hard, biting the bit, pressing hard against me. Madame kept up the same rhythm, feeling the movement of Eve's body and flowing with it, changing the pace slightly, slower, faster, slower.

Eve was wet all over now, cream had dripped onto her ass, both thighs were wet now, the lower half of her body glistened from excitement. Eve was almost at a climax when Madame stopped.

Madame got up and walked over to adorn herself with the strap-on. Eve was wiggling, wringing her body, contorted and longing, her knees came together to hold in the powerful orgasm she almost completed. Madame put a condom on the strap-on then crouched between Eve's legs. The large dildo easily slipped into Eve, and she moaned heavily at its arrival. Madame leaned forward, assumed a push-up position, and started to move up and down, faster and faster. Eve was on the verge of climax again, and Madame stopped.

Madame leaned back, bent her knees, put her hands under Eve's butt, lifted her slightly, and started to roll Eve's ass back and forth onto the dildo, hitting her g-spot. Eve was crazed. This was one of her favorite positions. She was gyrating her butt on top of the dildo, pounding it down into the couch. Her moans were almost screams, solid and loud. Her breathing was paced with her movement, aggressive and periodic.

Madame grabbed Eve's legs, raised them high in the air, and started to ride her from the top. She didn't stop this time, she kept the rhythm and pace and movement going. Eve was going nuts, she knew what was coming, she knew in only seconds, she would not be able to control her body.

Madame said, "Don't hold back. Cum. Cum NOW. Cum with me. I want you to cum with me right now." She commanded.

Eve let go. Her mouth opened and with the gag still in, she was pressing out a scream, muffled by her tongue not moving much. Her hands were pulling her legs, squeezing the orgasm out of them. Her body was curled forward, bearing all of her weight into the orgasm. She let go. Completely.

Madame held her body deep in Eve, pulled her legs tight against her body, just held it strong and unrelenting, until she could feel Eve relax.

They both released their firm grip on each other. Madame slowly lowered Eve's legs, Eve relaxed her back and her bite on the gag. Madame pulled out slowly, with Eve giving a little sigh upon exit.

None of us were paying attention to the crowd. Eve still had her blindfold on, there was not a noise in the crowd, they were perfectly silent.

Madame got up, went over to Eve, asked if she could kiss her on the cheek, she said yes, then Madame said a few words.

Eve and I got up, I escorted her to the shower. After freshening up, Eve came out, briefly glanced at the crowd still present, then we left.

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We haven't been to the party in a few months, nor have we been out with others. We both enjoyed our experience with Madame, and will hold onto our first time as more memorable than our first kiss together.