Peggy Sanford lifted her head off the lounge chair and took a sip of her Ramos Gin Fizz. She lowered her sunglasses and glanced around the pool area. It was filled with fit, attractive couples and a few singles. Yes, this is definitely worth it she thought to herself. Her accommodations at the Roosevelt New Orleans Hotel with its stunning rooftop pool, luxury rooms and wonderful restaurants were an expensive indulgence but the fifteen thousand Euros she had made from her night working as an escort for her friend Linh were burning a hole in her new Prada handbag. The new handbag was another expensive indulgence.
Peggy had arranged her work schedule so that she would arrive in New Orleans late Friday morning. She didn't have to report for work until Tuesday morning so she had a long free weekend to enjoy a few naughty adventures. The job site was outside the city; hopefully she could complete her assignment by Thursday afternoon and be able to return to the city for another long weekend.
Peggy put down her drink, sat back on her lounge chair and let the warm rays of the sun caress her body. And what a body it was, 5 feet 3 inches tall, 103 pounds, with a firm, tone, natural 35C-23-36 figure, Peggy was proud of her body and the attention it attracted and right now it was attracting attention.
Jasmine and Curtis were across the pool sitting at the rooftop bar. They had noticed Peggy as soon as they exited the elevator and were strolling over to the bar. Their interest was further peaked when Peggy rolled over onto her stomach. The tiny white thong of her bikini bottom accented her firm tan buttocks.
"Oh baby look at that, dam she has a fine ass," Jasmine said.
"Yes she does. Do you think she's in the life?" Curtis asked.
"God, I hope so, she's been checking every guys package. She even checked out a few of the women. The chairs next to her are open, let's go see if she plays," Jasmine replied.
"Ok, and did you see her wedding ring?" Curtis answered as they got up and walked toward Peggy.
"Yeah, I saw it, she's married. That's even better. Maybe she's a MILF?" Jasmine replied.
"Well she may not be a mom but I'd love to fuck her anyway," Curtis replied with a laugh.
"Me too," Jasmine laughed back.
Jasmine and Curtis were high school sweethearts from the Chicago area. They married a month after graduation. A shoulder injury cut short Curtis's promising baseball career but with long hours, hard work and determination they were able to turn his rookie signing bonus into a very successful internet sales business. Once they became successful they decided to enjoy the fruits of their labor. One weekend a month they would travel to a new city and indulge themselves in some of the more risqué attractions. That led to swinging and the swinging led to sex clubs. Along the way they discovered they both enjoyed one thing the most, seducing, dominating and using attractive white women as their sexual plaything.
Jasmine and Curtis walked over by Peggy.
"Excuse me, don't mean to bother you but is anyone using these chairs?" Jasmine asked.
Peggy rolled over onto her side and looked up at Jasmine and Curtis. She immediately liked what she saw, an attractive black couple in their early thirties. Jasmine was tall and thin, 5 feet 7 inches, 115 pounds with a firm 34B-23-34 figure. She had long straightened black hair, pulled back in a ponytail. The tiny white bikini she was wearing displayed almost every inch of her flawless chocolate brown skin. Curtis was tall and fit, 6 foot 4 inches, 220 pounds of firm dark brown muscle. He was bald, something Peggy always found attractive on black men and his baggy shorts swim suit did nothing to hide the very large cock inside. Mmm, nice this could be the start of something good Peggy thought to herself.
"No, not at all, please have a seat," Peggy replied as she rolled over onto her back.
"Thank you, my name is Jasmine, this is my husband Curtis," Jasmine said as she held out her hand.
"Hello, mine's Peggy," Peggy replied as she sat up and took her hand.
Jasmine and Curtis sat down next to Peggy. The three of them engaged in idle chatter about the weather, the hotel, New Orleans and where they were from, until Peggy asked Jasmine if they were there for a special occasion such as an anniversary or birthday.
"No, we just like to get away together. It keeps the passion in our marriage. Right babe," Jasmine answered as she reached over and stroked her husband's leg.
"Yeah, anything for my Babydoll," Curtis replied with a smile.
"That's nice," Peggy added with a sigh.
Jasmine caught the sigh. Yes, maybe a little trouble in the marriage, she thought. It should make it easier to get her back to our room. Jasmine had no idea how easy it would be with Peggy.
"What about your husband? I see a ring, is he here with you?" Jasmine asked as she pointed to Peggy's hand.
"No, I'm alone, my husband is away on another two week golf trip," Peggy answered.
"Another? Does he do that a lot? Go away and leave you alone?" Jasmine asked.
"Yeah, he was sick a couple of years ago. Ever since he recovered, he's new passion has been golf. He has been traveling around the country, and the world playing different courses. I've gone with him a few times when he's going to somewhere new or nice," Peggy answered.
"Well girl let me tell you, I think he's fool. He could be here with a beautiful woman like you but he's off golfing," Jasmine said with a smile.
"Oh, thank you," Peggy replied with a smile before she added. "But I can't be too mad at him, he takes good care of me, a nice home and a new car every year and I have a career that I like."
"That's all nice but him off golfing all the time and you working. When do you two find time to get together?" Jasmine asked.
"Well hum uh, we don't since he's been sick," Peggy answered.
