The Matrons of Regal Bay
Chapter 9
Gloria's Tales -- Part 2
Outside, the night was turbulent. The storm system working its way down the coast had finally arrived in Regal Bay. Winds gusted, ripping at the limbs of the trees standing in Gloria's backyard as well as those that lined the fairways of the golf course beyond. Rain lashed at the windows of her home, at times loud enough to drown out the jazz that played in the master bedroom. She stood looking out through the reinforced glass of the balcony doors, her nakedness covered by a floor-length robe. She held a glass of wine in her hand. The room behind her was dark save for the soft glow of a bedside lamp.
Gloria sipped at the white wine, and then turned when the bathroom door opened. Kurt Steiner, the man whom she had shared her bed with that evening, emerged from the light. He had on a long pair of sleeping pants and nothing else. Behind him, the sharp white light of the bathroom was muted by the wall of steam his recent hot shower had created. He rolled into the big bed and slipped under the covers.
"Coming back to bed, Gloria?" he asked in is deep, husky voice. Kurt was a tenured professor at Regal Bay University, one of the true artists who taught at the school. Kurt was a well-known master of the graphite medium, having several hundred of his works copied and hung in offices and home the world over. Although Kurt had dabbled in color, his true skill remained in the basics of pencil-work, blending, and shading. For most of his 57 years Kurt had been a fleeting artist, content with making his works in his own time, in his own style.
Kurt had come to Regal Bay nearly thirty years ago, and in order to pay for his lifestyle, he needed to earn money. To that end, Gloria had offered him the position at the university, through her mother-in-law-in-law of course. Gloria had been fascinated by his works, and with his offer to draw her, the resulting portrait was all the resume she needed. The next drawing of her he did, she had been convinced to pose nude for him. It wasn't until after the work had been completed that Gloria went to his bed.
Gloria and Kurt had been regular lovers since her late-husband's passing. She was a decade older than her, but that never mattered to Kurt. She was but one of several lovers he had, ranging in age from her own 67 years, to the 20-somethings he instructed in the arts at the university. Kurt was one of several men she had, also ranging in age across a couple of generations.
Gloria turned to consider his invitation, but in that moment a bright flash of lightening lit up the sky behind her, silhouetting her. The blast of thunder came a moment later, but she wasn't startled. Instead, she moved away from the balcony doors. As she neared the bed, she dropped the robe away, leaving her nude before her lover. Kurt's eyes took in her well-aged beauty, from the heavy sag of her breasts with their thick, dark nipples pointing towards the foot of the bed, to the dark triangle of the forest at the top of her long, deeply tanned legs. Her long black hair hung well past the small of her back, to tickle the top of her ass-crack as she walked naked to the bed.
Kurt loved the exotic beauty that showed in Gloria. He had drawn her several times over the years, and she was immortalized in two paintings that now hung at the university. A third was in the works at his private studio, destined for a gallery in New York. Of the three, only the one that hung in the university atrium had Gloria in anything other than her naked flesh.
Gloria climbed into the bed from the foot, going to her knees as she went. She moved to straddle Kurt's feet, and as she continued up, she also pulled the sheet away. Beneath, Kurt's manhood had again firmed up and tented the front of the sleep pants her wore. When within her reach, Gloria tugged the pants downward, allowing Kurt's cock to spring upward.
"Twice in one night?" he asked, surprised. "I must have been better than I thought."
As Gloria again straddled his manhood and aligned it with her entry, she grinned down. "I'm just giving you a second chance to satisfy my needs, Kurt," she snickered, and then dropped with ease down the length of the cock that had so recently brought her to back-to-back orgasms. "God, that feels great," she moaned towards the ceiling. Kurt's hands went to her breasts and massaged her flesh as she began to ride him again.
Twenty minutes later, Gloria finally rolled into the mattress beside Kurt. Both were breathing heavily from their exertions. It had been many years since Kurt had managed a second climax of his own, and with Gloria's wonderful vagina milking him, he was now as drained as he'd ever been.
"Christ All-Mighty! That was some of your best work, Gloria," Kurt panted. "What's gotten into you? Why the sudden insatiability?"
Gloria continued to breathe deeply, not answering him until some minutes later. Even then, she only said, "I had a craving, is all. I wanted to get fucked, and you're the only cock in the house right now. So I used you to my satisfaction." Although she wanted to project herself as a bitch sometimes, it rarely came off that way to those around her. Especially to those who knew her best.
"Well, I hope you're satisfied, my lady, for I have withered and fear another round might just be the end of me!" Both laughed at Kurt's attempt at dramatic effect. They curled up tight together and soon fell into a shared slumber. As always, Kurt's dreams were full of abstracts. Colors, figures, shapes. Gloria, on the other hand, often dreamed about her life, most notably her sex-life. At times they were pure imagination. Other times, they were replays of events that held special memories for her.
That night had been the anniversary of the death of her husband, Hugo. At the time, Gloria had only just turned 40. Hugo, just a month away from his 60th birthday, had been declared "in good health" by his doctor. Three weeks later, he died in his sleep. Rumors persisted that he had died "a true man's death", while having sex with Gloria. It was true that they had in fact made love that day, but at the time Hugo died, Gloria had been out with her mother-in-law-in-law Greta. She found him that night when she arrived home.
For all of the shock Hugo's death had been to her, Gloria rarely thought about that night. Instead, she always remembered the good times they shared, with each other or with friends and family. Considering Hugo had been a true sexual deviant and maestro, it was understandable that most of the time Gloria spent remembering her late husband, sex was central in the discussion. Or dream.
That night, Gloria dreamed of her 40th birthday. It had been the last she shared with Hugo. It had been the birthday that he shared her, without himself indulging.
***
Gloria was now entering middle age, or so her co-workers at the Regal Bay Resort reminded her all that day. She had been working as the resort events planner for some time and that afternoon her schedule had been light. Gloria had stuck around for a while after for a party some of her co-workers had thrown her. Gloria had a few drinks, and by the time she headed for home, she was feeling pretty good. She had gotten a call from her husband earlier in the day, letting her know that he had a birthday surprise for her waiting at home. Gloria expected something nice and romantic, and Hugo had made it sound as if it was just between the two of them. Was she ever wrong in that assumption.
So it was that Gloria wasn't all that surprised when she showed up at her house and found the note her husband had told her would be waiting for her, stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet. It read, "Be our guest in the guest house, where your present patiently awaits." Knowing that her husband would still be at work for a few more hours at least, Gloria made her way to the guest house across the expanse of back lawn. The small building usually went vacant, since the majority of the time their guests stayed in the main house. However, this smaller building did get some use, usually as a playground for the numerous children and grand-children that visited during the summer months. This afternoon, however, it would be used as a slightly different playground.
When Gloria walked in, she found her son-in-law sitting stark raving naked in the center of the bed that sat in the corner in the cabin-style building's main room. Somewhat surprised by him, though it wasn't the first time she'd seen Walter Bryant naked, it was the fact that Ginger's husband sat with three other young men, all Walter's mid-twenty-something age, in the big bed that had entertained half a dozen grand-children, as well as an orgy or two. Walter sat in the middle, with one to his side nearer her, and two sat on the far side of him, all completely naked, and all stroking their youthful cocks as she walked in.
"Oh, my!" Gloria gasped as she took in the sight before her. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything...strange?"
"Happy birthday, Gloria!" Walter chimed with a grin.
"Happy birthday," the three others echoed.
"So, I see Hugo got me a gangbang for my birthday surprise, is that it?" Gloria said, looking towards her son-in-law, but taking in each of the other three as well. "I'm assuming, that is, that all of this fine young meat is for me, for my birthday?"
"If you'd like, we can dress and you can unwrap us?" Walter grinned, though he wagged his cock in her direction.
Gloria gave each of the men a casual once-over. She recognized two of the others, friends of Walter and Ginger's. At the far end, Gloria recognized one of her son-in-law's best friends, Ron Thomas. She'd never seen him naked before, and now she noted that he was well hung, and completely shaved. Gloria also recognized the young man closest to her as Perry Freeman. Perry and been her daughter Gina's high school boyfriend for a time. The sight of his lengthy cock, fisted in his stroking hand, made her wonder why Gina had ever let him get away. It was beautiful. She'd have to find out why Gina had stopped seeing him, she mused.
The last boy, seated next to Walter was unknown to her. He was bearded and had the mischievous look of a bard to him. He also looked slightly stoned. His eyelids drooped slightly, and his gaze never seemed to leave her chest. He had a darker complexion that the rest, maybe with a little Greek blood in him, she imagined. It had been a while since she'd had a little Greek in her, she grinned.
Seeing his mother-in-law appraising his friends, Walter made introductions. "You know Perry and Ron," he said, giving each of them a slight wave, and they offered one themselves, with their free hands. "This is Don Hoyt," he introduced the third, bearded young stud. "He's a friend of ours from school," he added as an explanation. Gloria was later to learn that all four of the young men, including her son-in-law, had enjoyed the exotic sexual samplings of Perry's mother, Penelope, on several occasions. This would not be their first time lying side-by-side naked on a bed.
