The Purple Dress

This is the tale of a young lady in her twenties who goes to confess her sins.

The story contains graphic sex including groups.

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The Purple Dress

Amy, dressed in a long black coat that was buttoned at the front pushed the heavy door open and peered into the ornate room. As soon as she did the talking seemed to stop and a number of people all seated in a circle, in the centre of the room looked towards the doorway, to see what the interruption was. Cautiously Amy walked in and closed the door quietly behind her before turning towards the group. A ginger bearded man with a kind smile stood up from his chair and smiled. “You must be Amy? Please come in and join us!” He said and pointed to an empty chair just away from him.

For some reason Amy suddenly felt embarrassed and very nervous. She shoved her hands, that seemed to be shaking deep into her coat pockets and walked slowly towards the group. There was silence in the room except for the clip clopping of Amy’s heels across the wooden floor, the sound of which seemed to echo. Eventually Amy reached the chair and looked nervously around before perching herself down and crossing one stocking clad leg over the other. Her blonde hair was in ringlets and curved delicately around her pretty face and she glanced up, her blue eyes glinting under the light in the room.

“Would you like to introduce yourself?” Smiled the bearded man and once again Amy looked cautiously around the room wondering what they would think of her. She felt her cheeks flush slightly and glanced down nervously at her lap. “Don’t be shy!” Smiled another man. Amy wasn’t listening. She was nervously playing with a ring on her finger and trying to tell herself to pull herself together. Okay, she was ready now and looked up. She stood up, still with her coat tightly buttoned, ready to make a run for it, in case she needed to, and looked cautiously around the room at the ladies and men sitting around.
“Hello!” She said “My name is Amy, I am 26!” She paused slightly then continued. “I, um, I am a slut!” She proclaimed, albeit timidly.

“Sex addict!” The bearded man corrected.
“Oh sorry, yes! That’s what I meant, I am a sex addict!” Amy stated firmly feeling her cheeks flush once again as she looked around the assembled people.
“Well done, Amy!” Said a voice from the other side of the room and others started to clap.
“Yes, good for you!” Said another. Amy felt your cheeks flush and sat back down.
A man leaned forwards slightly on his chair. “Would you like to tell us why?”

Amy nervously cleared her throat and peered around as all eyes were now on her.
“I’ve been going with a guy for two years. Richie, my boyfriend! He says I’m his insatiable little slut, and I love that!  Our sex life is exciting and we’ve enjoyed it in many unusual places.  He always encourages me to enjoy sex while I’m still young and has offered to invite other guys to join us to spice things up for me!” She paused before continuing. “But that hasn’t happened. Well not yet anyway!” Amy allowed a slight smile to curl her lips. “As long as we enjoy it together, he’s okay with anything I’d like to do and I love that about him!” Amy started to relax as she spoke.  “It’s never another girl, he just enjoys me having a good time and it always excites him when I’m having an orgasm.  With the idea of another guy involved we like talking dirty to each other and I love to tease Richie. It’s exciting for both of us you see!” Amy looked around the room as if waiting for approval but none was forthcoming.

“So what has brought you here today?” A man sitting in a white coat interjected and Amy looked across to see him. He was in his 60s with greying hair and a kind smile.
“Well, Richie just loves seeing me totally satisfied. He always said it’ll never happen but it would be his ultimate sexual fantasy. Mine too!”
“What would?” The Therapist asked.

“To um…………………well……………..Last week, as a new experience we went to a swingers bar. I was unaware Richie had something arranged.  He said it was a classy place.”
“What did you wear?” Said a female voice.
“Well I wore a new purple dress that Richie and bought me.”
“Describe the dress!” The Therapist interjected.
“Well it’s…………….!” Amy suddenly thought she didn’t need to describe it.