Esther Howard had let her prim and upright, well-to-do upbringing rule her life for long enough. Now freed from a stale marriage by divorce and in her fifties, she felt a strange excitement at her new liberty, no longer caring about the people with whom she had had to conform with in staid ignorance, at the behest of her equally well-to-do husband and the boring routine of being seen to do the right thing with the right people. Despite the moral code he had apparently adhered to so strictly, this was conveniently put to one side to allow his adultery with a younger woman, for whom he left his wife. Rather than being distraught at her abandonment, Esther was filled with renewed anticipation at her liberty, and more than comfortable with the property and wealth the settlement he'd left her. Her sex life had always been dour, matching the dull relationship with a husband who was remote and never inquisitive of her desires; now free, those desires blossomed within her, she would have things just as she wanted them from now on.
She had looked after herself physically, a legacy of the proper and orderly life which demanded her appearance was just so; one of the few things she had to be grateful about the dour life she was now equally grateful to say goodbye to. She posed in the mirror, admiring the curves displayed in a suitably tight and somewhat risque skirt and blouse, which would not have been deemed quite proper in her former company; tonight she was attending a party thrown by a couple of friends who had lurked on the periphery of that social order, both living independently and one somewhat frowned upon by the women of her former circle, for their rumoured liberal ways which now so appealed to Esther.
Esther felt her sex tingling immediately the door to Martine Foreshaw's house was opened to her; the strangely decadent atmosphere hitting her instantly, a young male opening it as Martine stood back, she then simply waving him away back to the party which ensued behind her. He bowed his head with a half-smile as he passed, and though smiling, the elegant woman made sure to ignore him as he passed. Esther was immediately impressed by her air of absolute confidence as she stood high on tall stilettos, a tight black leather dress expressing he womanly curves unashamedly as she greeted her enthusiastically.
"I'm so glad you've come Esther dear, I promise you'll not regret it, you deserve some enjoyment after what you've been through." Esther hugged the shapely woman, the embrace immediately showing Martine that her friend who had remained a little distant by enforcement, was earnestly pleased to embrace a new life also. She looked her up and down, smiling and taking her hand as they broke.
"I can see that you're already making changes, that skirt will have the attentions of the male friends we have here - for all the right reasons." Esther smiled knowingly, her nipples already showing their excitement in the equally tight blouse.
"Oh, I'm more than ready for a few changes, I'm going to make sure I enjoy every moment of life from now on." As Martine led her into the dimly lit throng with music from a black diva gently warming the atmosphere, she noticed how the males acknowledged her with gentle half-smiles and bowed their heads, they did not approach in the brash fashion she had been used to, imposing themselves on her with boring introductions and announcing their self-importance. She also noticed how Martine ignored them totally, as though they were furniture. The mature woman broke into a grin as they stepped into the smoky atmosphere of the main lounge, Esther noting how many of the women sat with their legs exposed to the full, proudly displaying their sexuality in total comfort. Martine watched Esther's soft smile of pleasure at this seemingly lush decadence.
"This party is about as formal as they go here; many of the people here are on their first visit, Hortense and I run a little literary circle, for those with a certain discerning taste in fiction; a lot of the people here are authors who share those tastes." Esther's arousal grew by the moment as she took in the relaxed atmosphere, then noticed a pair of legs which had been displayed so prominently in a leather sofa, rise and and display arms to greet her. Hortense Villiers strutted forward in a tight, short leather skirt, her bustling arse and shapely legs fetching carefully guarded glances from the males in the room, her golden silk blouse expressing jutting breasts in an announcement of her femininity.
Esther gasped at the transformation of a woman she had last seen at a demure function, staidly dressed and politely shunned by others at the event, due to the atmosphere which hung over her and the anal husband she made so obvious she was keen to be released from. Her opinions were openly avant-garde regarding feminist issues, which did not endear her to the pompous regimen that was seen as the true order of the circle, amongst whom rumours were rife about her sexual exploits. Esther had nothing but admiration for her in respect of both issues; her situation was similar, and she had kept close contact by e-mail regarding her progress with disposing of her husband. The visual transformation was not the only change; she had been known as Hayley Villiers when married, but had decided the softness of the name did not suit her new lifestyle, Hortense, a name which was boldly feminine without any hint of vulnerability was quickly adopted to suit her obviously sexually dominant persona.
Also in her fifties, Hortense was a vision of all that Esther aspired to become; released from the burden of marriage and vibrant as though reborn, she now lived her life to the full, just as it pleased her. Even her perfume seemed to waft the scent of independence as she embraced Esther, she then paying her a compliment on her choice of dress.
"You look so good Esther!... Well! I can see you've also arrived since disposing of your husband. What a fool he was, I'm so glad he gave you the opportunity so cleanly; I had to manufacture the disposal of mine as you know, it was such fun catching him out, but hard work ensuring he gave me what I deserved." Esther looked around at the casual and informal hubub that ensued, noting that many of the males there stood on the periphery, at ease but also looking slightly awkward, whereas the women seemed to have complete control over the conversations that flowed, the males amongst those groups, speaking when spoken to. Hortense grinned at Martine.
"Martine and I have lots of exciting circles you can move into, the literary club being one of them. Everyone here tonight has contributed stories to the site, and have arrived by invitation, chosen by Martine and I for their contributions - particular attention was paid to the males we invited." Their smug and knowing smiles gave Esther a very desirable tingle as Martine handed her a small business card which advertised the site.
"As you can see, our little site is strictly for those who appreciate the natural supremacy of females, all of the males here have put those desires to stories. You're more than safe with any of them, so don't be shy in introducing yourself to anyone that takes your fancy - they'll be worshipping your arse already." She clicked her fingers and the male who had opened the door was at her side immediately. She simply lifted her nose and did not look at him.
