Disclaimer: All characters in the story are fictional and not based on any real or AI people and all are 18 years or older.
Suggestion: Of course you can start with this story but you'll probably enjoy Olivia's exploits even more if you start at chapter 1.
With their stomachs rumbling, Olivia and Rob eagerly scanned the bustling food court for a vacant table. The honeyed scent of freshly baked scones wafted through the space coming from the nearby ovens, as they made their way toward a small, secluded table. Just moments before, they had exited the museum's grand hall exhibit of Impressionist paintings, with Olivia serving as a knowledgeable tour guide to Rob. Despite his previous exposure to some of these renowned pieces of art, Rob was engrossed by Olivia's detailed insights of the artist's lives and contribution to the Impressionist movement. Sitting in this magnificent temple of human imagination, Rob couldn't help feel astonished by the contrast between everyday actions such as sipping a double espresso and nibbling a maple scone and the extraordinary feats of creativity surrounding him. It was not quite a "Sunday Afternoon" imagined by Seurat but Rob recognized the similarities. He was a simple man and always assumed art was for elitists but now he was confronted with the need to re-evaluate his thinking. The experience was far removed from anything he had ever been exposed to previously, and it left him hungry for knowledge about culture and art history. If this local museum could show these works, what mysteries lay in a place like the Louvre or the Musee d'Orsay, he thought? Maybe a trip with Olivia was something to consider?
Olivia and Rob were virtually bouncing in their seats with excitement as they traveled the palm-lined streets of Feather Sound, Florida, heading towards their first real encounter with Sam. Olivia couldn't refrain from fidgeting. Her body buzzed with an irresistible urge to pleasure herself. Beside her, Rob struggled to focus on the road, his mind wandering to thoughts of what they were about to do. They pulled into Sam's driveway at 5pm on a beautiful, sunny afternoon. Stepping from the car, Liv smoothed her white pants and checked her appearance in the rear view mirror. "Fucking hot," she thought.
"Do I look okay?" she asked anxiously looking for affirmation of her own feelings.
"Sweetie, you look better that peppermint ice cream," Rob replied, unable to take his eyes off of her. Peppermint ice cream was Rob's favorite since childhood and used the analogy when he really liked something. She wore white, tight pants, a low-cut white halter top that revealed a generous heaping of side boob, gorgeous cleavage, high heels and Jackie O sunglasses completed the perfect ensemble.
"And you look quite posh yourself," Liv said when they met at the front of the car. She ran her hands over Rob's pressed jeans, crisp white shirt with blue linen blazer and loafers.
"Guys should wear blazers more often," Olivia said. "You look so much better than with a tropical shirt."
Walking towards Sam's front door, it swung open before they even had a chance to ring the bell. Sam stood for all to see wearing pink, fluffy heels and a barely there satin wrap that left little to the imagination. "Oh my god, don't you two look good enough to eat!" she exclaimed, eyeing Olivia up and down. "And I hope I do.
It's almost a shame to have to strip you bare," Sam purred. And as they stepped into the modest entryway, Liv felt a surge of anticipation, this was going to be an unforgettable encounter indeed.
On the way to Sam's, Olivia ask Rob the question that had been nagging her the past two weeks. "Do you ever think about being with another woman?" Her gaze was fixed ahead as they drove toward their destination.
Rob didn't hesitate confessing his wants, trailing a finger up Olivia's thigh as he spoke. She shivered at his touch, feeling the heat intensify within her and caught him stealing glances at her from the corner of his eye.
"Yeah, it's been on my mind constantly ever since Sam's last visit but not in the way you think," Rob admitted hoarsely. "The thought of you both together drives me crazy. It's nothing like we experienced with Ellen. This time, I'll get to join in with two women as they pleasure each other. So yeah, I think about being with another woman but only if I'm with you. And if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be doing this. You're the sexiest woman I've ever known." She loved Rob for taking away her insecurities and protecting her.
What would happen when she saw Sam, naked for the first time? The butterflies in her stomach were doing flips at the thought. The moments leading up to an encounter were incredibly intense, full of anticipation and endless possibilities. In her mind, she could already feel Sam's hands on her body and lips discovering all the spots she wanted her to go.
"How do I feel about this?" Olivia thought to herself. The last few miles of the drive seemed to take forever, as the car inched closer towards its destination.
Olivia suddenly snapped back to the present, and found Sam's standing in front of her. She was dressed in a lustrous pink, silk robe that barely covered her exposed, lower ass cheeks. It was the only thing she wore, other than the pink furry heels adorning her delicate feet. With deliberate intention, Sam had dressed herself as a playful and alluring swinger, ready for a night of fun. The silk robe softly accentuated her curves, with a deep v-neck exposing the edges of her tempting soft breasts and cinched with a thin belt. It could come off in a flash and she would be naked and ready for play. She had taken extra care to be completely smooth down below, rubbing moisturizer into her vulva for several days previous.
In contrast, Olivia's attire was more subdued. She wore white satin pajama pants, paired with a halter top that supported her heavy bosom, and simple white heels. Rob, too, was dressed in a blue linen blazer, oxford white shirt, beige linen pants, and loafers but even Rob knew he was window dressing for the woman.
"Welcome to my modest domicile," Sam purred, gesturing for them to look around.
"Please make yourselves at home."
"Thank you so much, Sam," Liv replied with excitement. "This is all so thrilling."
"Let me show you about," Sam beckoned, leading the couple through a quick tour of the house. She made sure they knew where the bathroom then returning to the well-stocked bar in the living room. The afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the spacious living area. Plush sofas and armchairs invited them to relax and enjoy their surroundings. Plates of moist chicken, juicy meatballs, creamy cheese, and other delectable tempted their taste buds and just beyond the sliding glass doors, an inviting hot tub bubbled at the perfect temperature out on the deck. Every detail appeared to have been carefully considered and specifically selected for their visit. Fresh flowers adorned numerous rooms, filling the air with a sweet floral scent.
"Just take whatever you want when you're hungry," Sam encouraged, flashing a charming smile. "Rob, would you mind making a first drink? I'll have an Old Fashioned and I just need to talk with Olivia for a moment." With Liv's arm tucked in hers, she led her into the kitchen to chat.
