Basking in the afterglow of being thoroughly fucked by two men at my local swingers club, I wandered naked back to the bar area to get a drink.
I passed several people all variously engaged with each other and grinned to myself as I listened to the moans fade as the music playing at the bar filled the air instead... and then I saw her. One of the most beautiful middle aged women I've ever seen.
She was fully clothed and seated alone and staring at the coaster under her glass of water. "The guy behind the bar said he will be back soon" she mumbled, not looking up at me. "No problems," I replied "I'm Phoenix. What's your name?"
"It doesn't matter" she replied.
Perplexed, I sat next to her and said that I guaranteed that's not true. Genuinely concerned that something untoward had happened to her I asked if she was ok. She finally took a moment to look up at me and slowly nodded her head. I watched her brush her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face, and looked into her blue eyes.
"No you're not, what's going on?" I asked, settling into the stool and pretending I wasn't the only one who was completely naked during this conversation.
She said she didn't want to burden me with her problems when I was clearly having a good time. "Nonsense, spill" I replied.
She told me her name was Lola, and that her husband of 30 years was somewhere in this establishment having the time of his life with another woman. I asked why she also was not having the time of her life and she explained that her husband had forbid it.
The "open" part of the marriage only applied to him, and she was expected to sit and wait for him to be finished - it was either this, or he would resume cheating on her in secret. At least this way, she knew what was going on.
After some further discussion, I noticed her eyes drifting over my body. I could see her focus holding as she stared at my nipples. She caught me watching her and blushed, apologising. I said she had nothing to apologise for and said she was welcome to look.
I stood and moved closer to her and asked if she had ever been with a woman before. I watched her mouth open slightly as she took in the rest of my body - my smooth olive skin, my bare pussy that was still glistening with the residue from my earlier activities.
As it turns out, Lola had not been with a woman before but had always been curious. I asked her if she would like to touch me. "I shouldn't... my husband" she said as she reached out to touch my now hard nipple, gently pinching it between her fingers. I sighed and placed my hand onto her hand, pressing it firmly onto my breast and she squeezed and leaned in to kiss me.
I grabbed her face and pulled her into me, stopping only to ask if she was sure she wanted to do this. "Yes" was all she said as she stood and let me lead her to the spa.
I stepped into the warm water and motioned for her to join me. I have never seen anyone undress faster. She sat on the edge of the spa and asked me to kiss her again. I smiled and obliged, feeling her pulling me against her, pawing at me and moaning into my mouth.
