The Baking Buns Club

Chapter 1

Getting a little bun in your own oven!

The club had newly opened three months ago and was an absolute success. At least, that is what Janine's husband, Jefferson, heard her say on phone calls with her BFFs, whenever he eavesdropped. She was very excited about it and told almost everyone about it. Well, this information was shared only with their female friends. He saw a flyer some time ago, and men were not allowed in order to offer “the best possible experience", it said. Not even gays were admitted.

The Club had a lot of rules for their members, and Jefferson found them absolutely righteous, and he considered the Club just like a restaurant, having to comply with strict food laws. One of the rules was “No access when menstruating.” It felt harsh, but he understood. After all, he hoped one day his wife would bring home a little bun for him.

He found the monthly subscription very expensive, as he saw the first bill of a round figure of 500 USD, but he quickly realised Janine had stopped spending tonnes of money on other things and the heavy shopping was almost all together, except for perhaps Victoria's Secret and the gym. Quickly adding all the “new” costs together, it was probably saving him between 1000 and 1500 USD a month. She did buy healthier food, thus more expensive, for herself, but that was fine with him.

She was a looker, and he was really proud of having married her. Nobody believed him when he told his friends he was marrying Jennifer. He understood their sceptical reactions; he was a true bookkeeping poof, as you would say in England. Besides the age difference, Jennifer is young and full of life, 22 years old, and he is closing in on 50, and their physical appearances were day and night too. He had never worked out, preferring to read “old dusty books” as his wife would call them, and whenever he bored her, which was at least five times a week, she would go to the gym and “work her glutes", as she liked to call her beautiful, round butt.

No wonder the husbands of her best friends looked at her twice, especially when she was walking around wearing sports leggings, or even better, a tight-fitting summer dress. Of course, he saw, just like they did, her boobs perfectly outlined in those dresses and her butt swaying with each step, Jennifer being a true invitation from nature. But she was his, so let those guys watch how his bride walked around with her sexy body. Her blue eyes combined with her black hair could give any man weak knees. On top of that, watching her round ass and her slightly bigger boobies made her one hell of a sexy babe. Some friends were still sceptical about their marriage. Was it perhaps a green card thing?