About an hour had gone by since her trip into the luxurious bathroom...and how things have changed. Kelly thought, " What in the hell did I just get involved with? Am I nuts? Am I that hard up for companionship?" She just had a torrid sexual encounter with an old school friend, who was overweight, and the same sex, however, it was very satisfying. Kelly idly stared at the ceiling of the bathroom, not totally clear on why it happened.
She had never been much of a sexually active person; she was very self-conscience of her small 34A breasts. She just presumed that most men while finding her attractive didn't try to bed her because she just didn't have a big rack. She always got a lot of looks but nothing more. And when they did pursue her, nobody spent much time on her breasts, after a few nibbles on her extraordinary puffy nipples they went to pumping her pussy. She was sorely lacking in experimental or as she always thought, alternate sexual experiences, especially for being in her late 40's.
Sensing some confusion in her face. Jill propped herself up on her elbow and calmly whispered to Kelly " I hope that you enjoyed this as much as I did. Kell, I can't tell you what luck it was to have you end up here...I am not a closet lesbian, because I like a good hard dick, but some good girl on girl sex is just great. I am bi. And let me tell you, if you had never done this before, you are a natural."
Kelly couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Does your husband know about this?" she mumbled. Jill sat up and started stroking Kelly's damp hair saying " Sure, he knows that I like sex. Sex with a woman, sex with a man, sex with more than one man, sex with more than one woman. That's why I married him. My first husband couldn't handle anything other than exclusive sex with me. And I didn't want that. My body needs a lot of sexual action! Roy is cool with whatever I do. I met him at what you might call an orgy. He says that I give the best head in the world, have awesome tits and he knows that no matter what I get involved in, I always come home."
Kelly was a little stunned over this. Jill was some sort of a nymph, swinging, sexual maniac. She had never known anyone like this. Kelly asked, " You mean he knows what we just did?" Jill, sensing an uncertain weariness in her voice assured her "Not unless I tell him...don't worry Kell, if you don't want him to know, I won't tell. He probably just thinks that we were cleaning up and relaxing. After all we have used this giant bathroom for everything and anything, but it's not always about sex."
Kelly was uncertain about Jill's truthfulness. However, it was somewhat reassuring that he may not know about what happened. She was now focusing on one thing, getting home. Where was her car? How was she going to do it? She groggily, got to her feet and looked around for her sweat suit. Finding it in the corner she quickly put it on. Meanwhile, Jill got up and left the bathroom.
Kelly zipped up and looked at herself in the mirror. What a mess. Her hair was matted and semi-dry, somewhat frizzy, and she was pale as a ghost. "Kelly, you look like you just got out of a dumpster," she thought. She looked around and found a hair dryer and brush and proceeded to dry and comb out her hair.
When she was done, she walked through the bathroom door, into the bedroom and expected to see Jill there. However, all was quiet and no one to be found. She meekly traced her steps back to the kitchen, only to find Roy sitting at the table, sipping a beer, and looked at her with a leer, saying. "Hello there Kelly, you ready to get going yet? Jill said that you were relaxing and would be out soon." Kelly asked, " Where is she? I would like to say good-bye" she had the feeling that he already knew of her escapade with his wife and felt a little uncomfortable with him.
" Oh, she's busy in the basement, and told me just to get you going and that she would probably see you at the gym sometime soon." Answered Roy. Now Kelly was really puzzled. She wasn't sure if she was being rejected by Jill, or just being toyed with; and further she didn't want to be alone with Roy, after all he was some sort of a swinger. Kelly reaffirmed " I would really like to see Jill before I leave, can I see her?" Roy replied " Go ahead, the door on your left will take you downstairs"
Kelly firmly grasped the doorknob opened and started down the steps. When she got to the bottom, There was another door open to the right. Once again she was surprised to find Jill, sitting at a computer terminal, facing her and wearing her excersize outfit, still sporting some of the sweat and god knows what else smeared on the front. It was about four sizes too small and ready to burst from the excess of human flesh packaged into the outfit. Jill was actually viewing their recorded escapade from the bathroom on the monitor. She quickly cleared the screen and looked up.
"What are you doing? Isn't that my outfit? What are you doing in it?" Kelly demanded.
Jill laughed "Why didn't you just leave with Roy? Are you still horny, little miss sexpot?"