Club Ditz: Bimbo Stories

“Eric is horny all the time. I found him just the other day jacking off. And then he has the nerve to get angry at me.”

“Are you two not having sex?”

Tessa stirred the mimosa with her straw while she adjusted her over sized sunglasses. “At least one a week.”

Her friend, Brandi, blanched at the statement. “My god, Tessa, you’ve got to put out more than that. You’ve only been married for two years.” She added a small laugh to smooth away any actual criticism.

“I didn’t get married so that I could spend every night face down and ass up just to keep my husband’s over stimulated libido in check. We do it often enough. Once a week, generally any holidays, and for his birthday he gets a blowjob.”

“Do you swallow?”

“Ew, no. He has to tell me before he cums, and I let him finish in a rag.”

Brandi rolled her eyes. “Do you talk to him about this stuff?”

“What’s to talk about? He knew what he was signing up for. Let’s talk about something else. My sex life is too boring for conversation anyway. Ooo, here’s the waiter.”

The two women ordered their breakfast. Tessa making several snide remarks about the selection while Brandi ogled the waiter. The patio was almost empty as the morning sun filtered down through the trellis above them. Brandi and Tessa had known each other for years, but grown closer when they settled in the same city. Brandi served as a bridesmaid in Tessa’s wedding, checking the final box for true friendship.

They struck up the habit of meeting for breakfast on Friday mornings, both fortunate enough to have the autonomy of sneaking out from work for a so called client meeting. Brandi did not particularly enjoy spending time with Tessa in any place where she interacted as a customer. Her friend had always been somewhat entitled, coming from a well off family, but she seemed to be worsening as she aged. Brandi knew they both looked like the stereotype she used to hate when she waited tables. Two young women with short haircuts and a little too much makeup for so early in the morning were always a warning sign in the restaurant business. They would order water and a salad and tip based on the perceived difficulty of preparing the meal rather than the cost itself. Brandi hated what she had become.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to tell you,” Brandi said once the waiter was gone, “some of the girls at work have been talking about this new club. It only just opened and apparently it’s the new hot scene.”

Tessa sneered. “A club? What are we twenty five again?”

“Come on, we haven’t been out for anything other than a boring drink in ages. We should go check it out tonight.”

“I don’t know. They’re always so loud, and it takes forever to get a drink. Plus all those single douchebags try to hit on you.”

Brandi laughed, “I need one of those single douche bags, remember? I don’t have a husband jacking off at home.”

“What’s it called?” Tessa asked, softening slightly.

Brandi clicked through her phone for a moment. “Ditz.”

“Ugh, another of those trite, one word named places. I bet the sign is a neon blue with no upper case letters.” Tessa took a long drink. “I’ll need to see what Eric is doing tonight. Not that he ever does anything. Let me check with him, and I’ll let you know. I don’t have anything to wear, either.”

Their conversation drifted off to gossiping about the various women in their offices. They complained about the food and, despite herself, Brandi under tipped.

The day was much more tedious than she thought it would be. Tessa meant to talk with Eric before she got home, but after several hours of incredibly dull meetings, she wanted to relax in her car rather than be on the phone with her husband. As she pulled into the garage, she was surprised to see Eric’s car already home. She came in through the back and dropped off her purse before going to the bedroom to find her husband. “Oh god, Eric, again? Really?” She held up her hand to block the site of her husband lying on the bed, his pants pulled down and his hand wrapped around his own cock.

“Oh, hey sweetie,” he blurted out, vainly trying to cover himself. “I didn’t think you’d be home for a while.”

“This is getting ridiculous,” she said, still averting her eyes. “Do you need to go to some kind of counseling or something?”

Eric pulled up his underwear and rose up to his elbows on the bed. “Why would I need to do that?”

“Because you’re clearly addicted?”

“Tessa, I’ve been jerking off since I hit puberty. I’d love to spend my energy fucking my wife, but she never seems that enthused about it.”

Tessa finally looked at him, her eyes ablaze, “Don’t you dare make this about me, Eric. I’m not going to indulge your little perversion or validate it. How often are you doing this a day? How do I know you’re not doing it at work?”

“Jesus,” Eric growled. “You know, a normal woman would come home and see her husband like this, and maybe, just maybe, she’d find it a little more interesting than appalling. I’m sorry that my sexual activity disgusts you, Tessa.”

“You’re fucking doing it again. Trying to make this about me. I’m not a criminal because I expect to come home and find my husband watching football instead of doing this.” She stalked into the closet and started to change.

Eric rolled off the bed and left the bedroom. His heart pounded in his chest as he went into the kitchen. For months, he’d been trying to talk to his wife about their sex life. Before they married, Tessa had been carefree and open to sex almost every night. Or at least, that’s what he remembered. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that the writing had been on the wall for much longer than he’d wanted to know. Often when they were about to have sex, she would excuse herself to go to the bathroom and come back with a headache or losing interest. It had been frustrating at the time, but Eric tried to be understanding. He loved her and knew she wanted to make him happy. He tried to be considerate and not push himself on her too much, but he knew now that she had taken advantage of that to essentially ween him off of sex entirely.

He poured himself a glass of water as Tessa came into the kitchen. She wasn’t dressed in pajama bottoms and an extra large t-shirt as he predicted, but in some of her nicer non-work clothes. “What’s going on?”

She glared at him. “I’m going out with Brandi. You’ll have the house to yourself. I’ll be home late, not sure how late. And no, this isn’t about us. She asked me to go at breakfast this morning.”

Eric nodded, holding his tongue as best he could. He didn’t want to ramble, but wanted to get it off his chest. “Tessa, this is a problem.”

“I know it’s a problem. What if Brandi had been with me?”

Eric gritted his teeth. “You’re not listening. A healthy marriage has a healthy sex life. Sexual intimacy is a major component of a marriage. If you can’t provide that, hell, if you can’t even not be disgusted by it, then we have a problem.”

Tessa looked as if she’d had the wind knocked out of her. Was he threatening to leave her or cheat on her? Anger quickly swelled up to supplant her shock. She grabbed her purse and keys and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. Once in her car, she waited, her eyes fixed on the door, hoping Eric would come out. This wasn’t the first time they’d had this fight. He would get frustrated and angry, but the moment would pass. He would apologize. He’d never said it like that though. He’d never called it a problem. She cranked the engine. She waited a while longer. The door didn’t open. She did consider going back in and talking with her husband, but only for a moment.

She drove away and across town to meet Brandi. On the way, she choked back tears a few times. When she arrived at Brandi’s apartment, she put aside any hint of emotional turmoil. Instead, she complained about her day and listened intently to Brandi tell her about some television show she had no intent on ever watching. They eventually arrived at a parking lot a block over from the club and made the rest of the journey on foot.

It had been a long time since Tessa had been to a brand new club. She expected to see a line of people waiting to get in, all of them dressed in bizarre fashion. She counted on it, almost, as a way to beg out of the evening. A long line could be parlayed into going to a more familiar bar where they could drink wine and perhaps talk through Tessa’s growing marital problem. The thought gave her a glimmer of hope, though she already suspected Brandi’s advice.

Any chance of that scenario playing out was dismissed immediately as they approached the glowing “ditz” sign, and a new set of worries started to crop up. The curb outside the club was barren and other than the light of the sign, there was no indication that it was open at all. Tessa cut of her friend mid sentence to ask, “Are you sure this place is safe? Shouldn’t there be a crowd if it’s popular?”

Brandi laughed, “Oh, I haven’t been completely honest about this place, but I was worried that you wouldn’t want to come if I told you. It’s invite only. My boss gave me the invitation and said I could bring a friend.”

“Are we meeting him here or something?”

“No, he’s out of town this week anyway. You’re not freaked out right?”

Tessa frowned, but kept walking. “At least it won’t be crowded.”

At the door, Brandi had a brief conversation with a bouncer hidden in the small inset. He checked a tablet for the name and let them inside. Tessa followed Brandi through a short, dark hallway. They emerged into a huge, factory floor sized room. At the center, people thronged around a massive rectangular bar. Beside the bar was a large dance floor, already crowded. Blue light shone down on the the center of the room while warmer red lighting illuminated the corners where long booths and stem tables with bar stools were equally populated. Loud music thrummed in the air only slightly louder than the din of people chatting. Brandi told Tessa to find a table and that she’d get the drinks. Tessa wanted to go with her, but her friend slipped into the crowd quickly. She spotted a vacant table and made a quick dash for it.

The music was peculiar. It wasn’t the normal heavy dance music Tessa expected. It was lighter with strange lyrics, but still very much setting the mood. Once she was seated, Tessa looked around at the others. She noticed something odd almost immediately. Half the women looked normal, dressed not too dissimilar to her own attire, but the other half seemed to have aspirations of stripper work. One girl wore a cut off t-shirt barely covering the bottom of her tits. Another girl’s ass hung out from shorts too short to be classified as an actual garment. The same girl tied bleached blonde hair in a side pony tail while holding a green apple martini in one hand and a green sucker in the other. Tessa bristled at the sight of her wondering what kind of place Brandi had brought her to. She also noticed that the women outnumbered the men in the club by a huge ratio, likely ten to one. On the dance floor, one man stood at the center of a coven of the lewdly dressed young women, all writhing against him for his attention. They seemed to be enjoying themselves at least.

Brandi arrived carrying two highball glasses of blue liquid with a lime on their edges. “It’s the house drink. Vodka and something. It’s pretty good.” She passed one of them over to Tessa. “So what do you think? It’s not too crowded.”

“Have you seen how some of these girls are dressed?” she tried to speak in a whisper, but it was lost in the music. She shouted it again, and Brandi looked around. “Are they paid to be here or something?”

Brandi laughed. “No, they’re just out having fun. That’s why you go to a club. To have fun.”

The two of them started chatting again. With half the drink gone, Tessa’s mood improved significantly. When a man walked over to their table, she wasn’t instantly on her guard. He was tall with a very fit build. It took Tessa a moment to process his appearance at all because she’d never seen someone look so good in real life. As if he had stepped out of an underwear catalog, he wore a jacket over a bare chest that rippled with smooth muscle. The slight scruff on his cheeks darkened his features other than the bright wide smile. “Hello,” he said in a silky baritone.

“Hi,” Brandi chirped. The man stared at them both for a while, longer than either of them felt comfortable. “Did you need something?” Brandi asked, her good mood severely diminished.

The man snapped out of his trance, “Oh, sorry, is this your first night here?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?”

The man laughed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your evening. Enjoy the club.” With that, he wandered away, his eyes set on a woman wearing a skirt high enough to reveal she had little on underneath.

“What the hell was that about?” Brandi asked with a laugh.

“I don’t know, “ Tessa drained the rest of her drink. “I’ll get us another round.”

Tessa started for the bar, but noticed the sign for the restroom and headed over. She expected the music to stop when she passed into the ladies room, but if anything it seemed louder without the noise of conversation. As she turned the corner, she stopped and stared across the room.

A girl had her legs wrapped around another fit bodied young man as he rammed into her again and again, pressing her against the wall. The girl’s eyes were closed, and her face a vision of pure bliss. The man slid in and out of her in rhythm with the incessant music. She leaned into his neck for a moment and then noticed Tessa standing near the door. The girl smiled and waved her over with the hand wrapped around the man’s shoulders.

Tessa didn’t know how to react. She couldn’t take her eyes from the couple. The man’s ass clenched and swayed as he fucked the girl. Tessa knew she should be appalled or shocked or something. Instead, she could only think of what it must feel like to be that girl. She had a man pressing into her, fucking her, filling her up with his cock. How could she be so lucky? Tessa felt herself getting wet watching them.

The bathroom door opened again and broke Tessa from her thoughts. Before the newly arriving women could see the spectacle going on, Tessa pushed past them and back out into the bar. She expected the women to come running out behind her, squealing in outrage, but no one followed. She wanted to go back in, to see the end of the hot, young couple’s lovemaking. Her whole body flushed, and she tried to ignore the dampness in her panties. Shaking the strange moment off as best she could, she went to the bar to get the drinks. As she returned to the table, she found another shocking scene. Brandi was leaning back in her chair while another woman squeezed her breasts. “Brandi? What the fuck?”

“Oh hey, you got the drinks!” Brandi pushed the other girl away. “This is Maria. She was helping me decide if my boobs are getting bigger. I needed her help squeezing them.”

Tessa shrugged in exasperation. “Why? Has she felt your boobs before?”

Brandi giggled. “I guess not. Wait you have though! You’ve helped me get dressed and everything. You can tell!” Before Tessa could object, Brandi grabbed her hand and pushed it against her chest. Tessa tried to pull away, but not much. The soft flesh was enjoyable even through Brandi’s top. More than that, Tessa couldn’t believe what she felt. Her friends breasts were definitely larger. Brandi had never been more than an A cup. Now, the small bra strained to hold her tits in. Tessa removed her hand when she heard her friend moan slightly. “I know right! Look at yours, too. I think they’re bigger. I know your butt is rounder. I saw that thing bouncing its way over here from a mile away.”

Tessa turned slightly to look at her rear. Now that she thought about it, her pants were definitely tighter. She’d been so focused on her arousal from seeing the rutting pair in the bathroom that she hadn’t realized. Her chest felt bigger too, though it wasn’t about to pop her bra off like Brandi’s. “Brandi, something is going on here. I just saw two people in the bathroom fucking. This really hot guy had this sexy girl pinned up against the wall grinding into her. I could see his cock and balls and everything.”

“What? Oh my god! You think they’re still in there? I want to go see!” Brandi hopped up from the table, noticed the drink, and started swigging it down. All the while Maria stood beside the table, swaying in the music, her eyes a million miles away. Tessa looked at her more closely. When she’d come up to the table, she could have sworn Maria’s hair was dark brown, but it was blonde now. Maria already dressed in the same kind of indecent clothes as some of the other girls. Tessa noticed the girl had on the same skirt as Brandi, and Brandi had not been wearing a skirt earlier.

“Did you change clothes?” Tessa asked, trying hard to focus on the question.

“Oh, yeah! This lady came around with like one of those old cigarette trays. They give out free t-shirts and stuff. I got this skirt! Do you like it?”

“Where are your pants?”

“I dunno. Ooo! We were going to go dance. Come with us. Quick, finish your drink.”

Tessa tried to understand everything happening to her. Hoping to settle her frazzled nerves, she picked up her drink and took a long gulp. It tasted fruity and wonderful. The music swirled around her as Brandi took her by the hand and pulled her out to the dance floor. Tessa’s mind was lost in trying to pick out a melody in the song. Was this the same thing playing earlier? How long had it been on loop? How long had they been in the club? Maria danced close behind her. The strange woman had her hand on Tessa’s ass squeezing it as they moved. Tessa found it thrilling. Soon they were in the thick of a dancing mob. The women and men all moved in the imprecise melody. Tessa was hot again. She looked enviously at the other girls in shorts and skirts. Her pants were so confining and boring. Maria noticed her distress. “What’s the matter?”

“I wish I hadn’t worn these pants!” she yelled back over the music.

Immediately, Maria’s delicate fingers went to the fly of Tessa’s pants. In quick work the other woman opened the pants and started sliding them down Tessa’s unfamiliarly broad hips. Tessa had on a bright pink thong underneath that glowed in the blue light. Though she let Maria strip her, Tessa’s heart pounded in embarrassment. The cool air felt amazing on her bare skin, but she would be in her underwear on the dance floor. Looking around, she saw this wasn’t uncommon. Plenty of girls had tossed away their tops and at least one had removed her bra as well. Tessa stepped out of her heels for a moment so that she could kick away the pants. As Maria raised herself back up, she gave Tessa a playful kiss along her thigh. On impulse, Tessa decided to return the favor by pulling Maria up into a full kiss. The two broke apart with a smile and began dancing.

Tessa let the music mold her movement to its whim. A pleasant smile remained plastered on her face as she felt the others women’s bodies slide against her own. She lost track of Maria and hadn’t seen Brandi since she let go of her hand. All around her gorgeous women grinded their bodies against one another. Once, she came into the area of a man. His bronze, bare chest burned against her as they danced. She moved his hands to her tits and reveled in the feeling of the hard knot pushing against her thigh. As she turned to face him, she remembered Eric.

The music broke. She looked around her suddenly aware of what she was doing. She needed to find Brandi. Something was happening to them, and she knew it felt too good to resist much longer. She waded through the dance floor, passing through the oblivious women and men. Finally, she found Brandi.

Her friend’s hair was no longer a shining raven color, but bright blonde. She was pressed back into another shirtless hunk who wasn’t hesitating to explore Brandi’s body. Tessa started to go over and pull Brandi away, but she noticed Brandi’s skirt. It was pushed up, and her bare pussy was sliding along the length of the man’s cock. Brandi bent over further, and the man slid inside of her. Tessa gasped.

Brandi’s ass started to bounce back along the length of the stranger’s cock while she bit her lip and squeezed her tits. Tessa couldn’t believe she was watching her friend fuck a man in the middle of a dance floor. No one around them seemed to notice, but soon Tessa understood why. More and more of the girls tossed aside clothes. A few dropped to their knees and fished out the nearest cock to suck. Tessa’s own body urged her to do the same. Her swollen tits ached for someone to touch them, and her ass desperately wanted strong hands to squeeze it.

Tessa left the dance floor with slow deliberate steps. Each person she passed provided another seductive reason to stay. She made it to the door of the bar and pushed her way into the small entrance hallway. Once out of the bar, she turned and slammed the door behind her, finally shutting out the hypnotic music.

“Holy fuck, you alright lady?” came a voice.

Tessa whirled around to see the bouncer standing in the hallway. He watched her with concerned eyes, seemingly unaffected by her near nudity. Tessa was only disappointed in that he wasn’t ogling her ass. “I want my husband.”

“Aw…shit, you married? God damn it, they ain’t supposed to invite married people. I know they talk about that broken marriage bullshit, but this happens every damn time. Don’t worry lady, we’re gonna get you to your husband. Come on, this way.” The man led her down a corridor she hadn’t noticed before. They emerged into a side street where several black sedans with the “ditz” logo on their sides idled. The man waved at one of the cars and another man stepped out. “Hey, Frank. Got a married one. Mind taking one home early?”

Tessa was confused, these men weren’t the Adonis like ones in the club. She wanted to go back, but she also wanted to see Eric. She needed him. Frank opened the passenger door. “Come on, no problem. What’s your address, lady?”

She told him as she climbed into the back seat. She hoped she gave the two men a full view of her swollen ass. Her body throbbed wildly with desire. The door closed behind her and after a few minutes, Frank hopped into the front seat. A pane of glass separated them, but Frank adjusted his mirror to get a good look at her before the car lurched into motion. Tessa couldn’t focus on anything other than her body. Her hands moved across her chest, feeling her own breasts and sliding down between her legs to tease her pussy. She wondered if Frank was watching. She dipped a finger into her sex while staring at the rear view mirror. Not once did the man’s eyes shift to her.

They came to a stop outside her house. The lights were mostly off. Frank opened the passenger door and offered her his hand. “Alright, now, I’m going to take you up to the door, and you can go on in from there. Fellas don’t like it when you show up at home half naked with a stranger. I’ll give you this though. You’re welcome back at the club any time, but next time bring your husband.” Frank pushed a card into her hand and left her standing beside the door. He quickly trotted back to his car and drove away. Tessa was glad he’d been so nice and wished she’d sucked his cock.

In the glass pane of the door window, she saw herself for the first time since she’d left earlier that night. Her face looked younger and thinner. Her hair was almost completely blonde. She looked under a nearby rock for the spare key and went inside.

“Tessa?” came Eric’s voice from the bedroom. It made her quiver up and down. She needed him, as fast as possible, or she’d go mad. Tessa closed the door behind her and went to the bedroom. As she walked in, Eric’s eyes widened. “Tessa, what the hell?”

She held up the card Frank had given her. Placing it on the nearby dresser, she pulled off her top. If her tits hadn’t been to big earlier, they certainly were now. Mounds of flesh spilled over the top of her bra cups, stretching the seams of the garment. “The club was amazing, Eric. I need to fuck you so bad.”

Eric had started to get up from the bed, but as she stripped, he remained seated. “Honey, what’s happened to you? Did you bleach your hair? Are you drunk? Are your…tits bigger?”

“I’m a changed woman, Eric,” she cooed, moving closer to him. “I can’t believe I was such a bitch earlier. You’re all I’ve been able to think about for hours. My pussy has gotten so wet thinking about you. Thinking about your rock hard cock pushing inside me.” She climbed onto the bed, her tits swaying beneath her as she crawled over to him. She arched her back so that he could see the perfect rise of her ass. She could smell him. She knew the sight of her new and improved body was driving him wild. His cock was already aching by the time she put her hands on his thighs. Her husband gulped nervously as she pulled down his shorts and let his cock spring free. It had a wonderful smell to it and her mouth watered. With no pretense, she parted her lips and let him slip into her hot mouth.

Eric didn’t understand what had happened to his wife, but he didn’t care. He sighed in relief as her mouth wrapped around his shaft. He pulled her closer to him until she was bobbing up and down his length from the side, giving him plenty of access to her juicy ass. He pulled the small thong aside and plunged his fingers into her wanton sex. He felt her moan around his dick, and he almost came in her mouth right away. Eric knew not to rush a good thing and held himself back, determined to feel her pussy wrapped around him.

Tessa was finally in heaven. For hours she’d been missing something. The dancing and the other women feeling her up had been nice, but she’d been craving her husband the whole time. Maybe she could finally cum if he was inside her. She pulled off his dick with a wet pop and reluctantly moved away from his probing fingers. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been fucking you more often. I don’t know what was wrong with me.” She straddled him, letting his cock smack against her lower abdomen. She put her hand along the top of it and rubbed up and down, pressing it against her flat tummy. “I’ll be so much better now. These big fat titties are nice, right? Go ahead, feel them.” Eric’s hands slid up her body to take full grasp of her massive melons. She sighed again and stroked slightly faster as he kneaded her chest. “And it gets so much better, Eric. You’re going to feel so much better. I want you in my pussy now, but after that maybe you can fuck my ass too. I know you’ve always wanted it. You’ve wanted to shove your cock in my ass and fuck me, haven’t you? Just settle for this right now,” she teased. Raising herself up, she positioned his cock at her outer lips and pushed down.

Eric groaned. He lurched forward to press his body into hers and hold her still against him. His hands pushed into her soft ass, amazed at the feeling of it. He didn’t care if he was having a dream or if this was all some insane trick, it felt too good. His wife bounced up and down on him. Her ass wobbled with new weight as she slammed down on each thrust. She was like a wild woman. Her blonde hair whipped from side to side as she rode him. Her hands clawed at his back, her mouth nibbled at his ear, and her tits squashed into his chest.

Eric could feel his orgasm building, stronger and more pleasurable than ever. His balls felt heavy with cum, and her thrusts were incessant. She pushed his mouth down onto one of her breasts, and he sucked hard on her nipple. Her body shook with pleasure as he started to lose control. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her against him as hard as he could before his cock erupted inside of her. Eric felt his wife’s body tremble. He’d never felt her like that before. Her eyes fluttered, and she shook almost violently as orgasm tore through her body. Eric couldn’t pay much attention to her though as the force and pleasure of his own orgasm made his eyes squint. He felt her pussy squeezing each drop of cum out of him until finally he fell back against the bed in a delirium.

Tessa rose off of him with grace. His cum leaked out of her as she stood next to the bed. She reached between her legs and brought a glob of it up to her mouth. “Mmm, can’t wait to get a full load in my mouth.” She smiled as she crossed over to the dresser. She picked up the card and brought it over to the bed. “This is where we went tonight. I think we should go back. Tomorrow. There’s so many people you need to meet there.”