Joan hit a "rough patch" in her life.
Her marriage of 27 years had fallen apart when her ex-husband came out that he was gay. Rick divorced her and moved to San Diego to be with a man that he had met online.
Her daughter barely spoke to her. Kelly was always closer to her father and blamed Joan for breaking up the family. She decided to attend college in California to be closer to him.
Joan was now alone and unhappy with almost everything in her life. Her dead-end job, crappy house, boring car, dull clothes, hairstyle and unappreciative family all gave her the blues.
After more than a year of blaming herself and bouts of self-loathing, Joan reached a resolve: "Fuck all of this and fuck them!" She'd spent a large portion of her life tending to the needs of her child and husband and she was done. Joan was about to turn 50, being alone and miserable was all she had - now it was her time.
She made several immediate changes: weight loss and exercise, going from a size 12 to a 10, new clothes and hairstyle (she went full redhead). She sold her Prius, quit her grocery store manager's job, sold the house and moved from Indiana to Massachusetts for a new job as an innkeeper.
She even tried dating, with varying degrees of success. Joan realized that she did not want to make the same mistakes she'd made before. Whomever she chose to share her bed or her life would have to do so on her terms and to her benefit.
The inn that Joan managed was in a quiet town 20 miles north of Cape Cod. Other than herself, there were nine staff members to help maintain 15 rooms and 6 acres. She got along well with the seven women and two men in her charge.
Joan even had "her eyes on" a few members of the staff.
Although Joan had a vivid and expansive sexual appetite and imagination, she had limited actual sexual experience. Other than her ex, she'd only had sex 3 other times (twice before and once after her marriage). She hadn't had any since leaving Indiana.
Joan's most recent sexual experiences involved the fantasies in her head and her 8" dildo.
The subjects of her fantasies were two of her co-workers, Ted and Pilar. Ted took care of the grounds, maintained the facilities and did repairs; he was a good-looking, muscular black man; about 6 years her senior. Pilar worked in the kitchen as the Chef's Assistant. She was very attractive, curvy, with long brown hair, and hazel-green eyes. Pilar was in her mid-30s and originally from Costa Rica.
Joan had never been with a black man or a woman before, but she'd decided she wanted to try both.
During the off-season (post Labor Day), weekly business at the inn dropped to half of what it was during the spring and summer months. This was the time of year when Ted did repairs and renovations. For Pilar, off-season meant she became the interim Head Chef, when Daniel (the Head Chef) went on vacation.
Joan figured that the "down-time" would offer the perfect opportunity to make moves on both of them.
Her chance came the night after Thanksgiving. There were only eight guests booked for the holiday weekend, and once they left the inn was set to close until the week before Christmas.
Joan, Pilar and four of the staff actually lived in the employee quarters, which was the renovated stable that had rooms for ten. Joan had the largest of these rooms. Ted and the other staff had their own places a few miles away.
Joan had begun setting her plan in motion months earlier. Although she had always been cordial to both Pilar and Ted, she had become even more so. She learned about Ted's final, nasty break-up with his on-again off-again girlfriend, and how Pilar hadn't dated anyone in more than a year. Joan had lunch and after-hours drinks with them on more than one occasion. She'd even noticed the two of them flirting with each other several times.
When she invited both to share a bottle of wine with her on the night after Thanksgiving they were more than amicable.
One bottle of wine became two, and without any objections, a third bottle was opened. All three of them were happily settled into Joan's living room, with shoes removed, and a fire roaring. Joan was curled up in the easy chair while her guests shared the couch. Pilar playfully poked Ted in the ribs with her toe, begging him to massage her feet.
"You need to stop that nonsense, li'l girl...!" he chided her, "You bought to bite off more than you can chew..."
"I ain't no niñita...!" she shot back through the fog of wine and her distinctive accent. "I am fully grown!"
Pilar sat up straight and proudly poked out her chest. Ted and Joan fell silent and ogled the size 40 breasts that bounced inside her tight, light-blue, V-neck cardigan. A slight sheen of sweat on her ample cleavage almost made them seem to glow. Joan caught Ted's eye and they both smiled.
"Fine..." Ted slyly relented. He took hold of Pilar's ankles, pulled her feet onto his lap and slowly stripped off her socks. Pilar's head fell lower onto the cushions, causing her cardigan to rise up and expose her slightly chubby belly.
Pilar seemed to "purr" as he attended to her, gently but firmly rubbing her small, tan feet. She closed her eyes, folded her hands behind her head and sighed.
"I hope you plan on taking care of your host, too..." Joan said after watching them for several minutes. Grinning, she unfolded her feet from beneath her, pulled off her socks and pointed her manicured toes at Ted.
"Oooh, the 'Boss-Lady' wants a turn..." Pilar playfully mocked. "Well, she gonna have to wait 'til I'm done with you...!"
Ted shook his head and gave them a quick laugh. His eyes met Joan's again - he was beginning to understand where things might be going. The crotch of his jeans became a little tighter.
Pilar felt the twitch and bulge against her heal and smiled.
"Mmmm, papi..." she whispered, pressing her foot to encourage him.
"You wanna play...?" Ted thought to himself, "Let's play." He deliberately held her heal against his growing manhood as he and Pilar smiled at each other.
Joan admired the exchange between the two. Biting her lip, she hesitantly decided to join in. Silently she slipped to the floor and crawled across the carpet to them. Without a word, she mounted Ted's lower legs.
"I didn't want to be left out." Joan smiled nervously, slowly grinding against Ted's leg and tracing her finger along Pilar's toes. Ted and Pilar exchanged pleasantly surprised looks.
Joan lifted Pilar's foot to her mouth, kissed the top of it, and then lightly kissed each of her toes. Ted did the same with her other foot, allowing his free hand to slide along Pilar's now spread legs to rest on and massage her inner thigh.
"Eso se siente tan bien..." [Translation: "That feels so good..."], Pilar moaned, thoroughly enjoying all the attention she was getting.
"I feel like I'm gonna burst!" Joan thought, quickly growing impatient with the foreplay.
In one instant, she decided to lay all her cards on the table.
Joan pushed herself to her feet and began nervously unbuttoning her denim shirt, and then removing the rest of her clothing. She continued until only her cotton panties were left. Joan felt light-headed as she was stood there with her pale freckled skin and small B-cup breasts exposed, hoping that they were feeling the same horny, nervous energy that she was.
Ted was the first to respond, lifting Pilar's feet from his lap as he stood. Pilar followed suit, standing and pulling the cardigan over her head. Clothes were tossed on the couch and floor until they both stood completely stripped. Delighted that they were all on the same page, Joan slipped her panties down her hips and dropped them next to her jeans.
"Muy bien...", Pilar nodded admiring both of them.
Joan instantly became transfixed on Ted's fully erect, uncut, brown cock. She figured he was at least 9 or 10 inches, but it looked to be almost as thick as her wrist.
Ted noticed her staring, sat down again with his legs spread and began stroking himself.
"You ready for this...?" he asked making direct eye contact.
"If she don't want it, I do." Pilar grinned, curling up next to him on the couch.
Joan stepped forward and kissed him, and then leaned in and nervously kissed Pilar as well. Still feeling a strange mix of light-headedness, jitters and horniness, she finally dropped to her knees between his legs. She wrapped one hand around his member and immediately realized that her fingers didn't touch. As she took Ted's cock into her mouth she wondered what he would feel like inside her; she felt her pussy tingle.
Pilar kissed Ted long and deep while he fondled her tits.
"You like how the Boss Lady sucks on your polla, Papi...?" She said breaking from the kiss and watching Joan. "Look at her...she hungry."
