Two weeks later...
"Got any coffee?" Dani asked as she bebopped through my door.
"That's it? No hello, how are you? Got any coffee? That's fucking it?" I asked with mock anger.
"Well that, and, would you like to fuck?" Dani smilingly replied while pouring herself a cup.
"Oh yeah, sure, let's screw...I mean what's it been since the last time we screwed? Oh, I don't know, maybe twelve hours ago? Horny little bitch aren't you?" I laughingly teased while pouring my own cup.
Yep. About right. Nine in the morning and I pulled the dildo out of her ass after fucking her with it about nine last night.
"Like you aren't," She teased back.
She had me there. Since our return from our va-cay, I don't think a day has gone by that we haven't had sex with each other.
She liked my toys.
She liked the things I had her do. Made her do.
And now?
Now, she was over so that we could plan our next adventure, that adventure being her first threesome.
Ever.
"Sure you want to do this?" I asked cautiously, "I mean, with me is one thing, but with another? A total stranger?"
"You know what? I am, I am sure," Dani explained, "Look, I've been the dutiful wife, the faithful spouse...all these years, I really have." After pausing to take a breath, she continued, "For what? All these years, once he's gotten his pencil-dick off, he could care less about whether or not I did. Look, I love him but for God's sake, I need something too!"
"Preaching to the choir, girlfriend," I said in reply, "Just checking...making sure, that's all."
"So, what's the plan?" Dani asked, her spirits seemingly a bit brighter.
"Not a plan, so to speak," I replied, "One of my playmates-lovely gal, you'll need to meet her-told me of one the clubs near campus that's sort of 'known' as a Cougar-den."
"She says that younger, college-aged chicks who want to get it on with older women know it and those who come there, come looking to get laid," I finished saying in answer to her question.
"Sounds promising...you game?" Dani asked.
"Oh yeah, love coed pussy and cock, full of energy," I replied truthfully.
"Bring 'em to my place or yours?" She asked since both our husbands were out of town for the week.
"We'll play it by ear," I answered, smiling.
"Good...now, are we going to fuck?" She replied.
We did...
Not for a minute will I try to convince you that at forty-five, I look twenty years younger. I don't, but I don't look my age either. Most who don't know me, usually think that I'm in my mid to late thirties.
I'll take that.
Dani, on the other hand, at thirty-eight could easily pass for being in her mid-twenties. Flawless skin, well-proportioned body, and a smile that could light up a room when she chooses to use it.
We sauntered into the dance club around nine that night, finding the place about half-full, but the dance floor crowded. Some same-aged women dancing together, some older with younger coeds. Spying an empty booth, near the back of the club, I led us to it.
Drink orders given, Dani and I scoped out the club while waiting for our cocktails.
"Wow, are there that many coeds that like older women?" Dani asked, not unreasonably at that, for, if I were to guess, at least half of the females were under the age of twenty-five.
"Evidently," I answered.
Drinks delivered, air-toasts given, we sipped slowly, the tempo of the music now a little lively, but the dance floor much emptier than when a slow song was played.
"Wonder why she's not dancing?" I commented, nodding my chin to indicate a twenty-something whose curves were not hidden by her sweater or jeans, sitting alone at a hi-rise banquet table near the floor. Almost as if she sensed I was talking about her, she turned towards our booth, her eyes falling upon us and staying there.
"Can't tell for sure but it looks like she has a birthmark or something near her right ear and neck," Dani remarked.
"Wow, surely you can't think that would stop her from being asked to dance, not in this day and age," I opined.
"Gonna' ask her?" Dani questioned with raised, arched eyebrows.
"Sure. Why not?" I answered, accepting the challenge, "Next slow tune."
Three songs later, Mare and I were locked in a sensual embrace, moving slowly to the soulful blues tune being played. Had you asked me then, I would have describe her embrace of me as almost desperate, almost as if she hadn't held anyone intimately in a very long time.
Mare was a Biology Graduate student, twenty-three years of age, and had a killer body, her boobs riding high and firm, at least a C, if not a D cup.
"Love to," Mare smilingly responded when I walked to her table and asked, two of her same-age table-mates taking on the expression of surprise that she had been asked and not one of them.
Two slow songs in a row and we stayed out there, not even breaking our embrace between tunes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Dani was also dancing, her partner almost butch-like in appearance, Dani's lack of expression telling me that she was not enjoying it so much.
Near the end of the song, I lowered my mouth to Mare's ear, whispering, "Want to join my friend and I for a drink, Mare?" punctuating the question with a quick swipe of my tongue to her ear.
She shuddered. I'm not kidding, she actually shuddered and snuggled closer before answering, "I wouldn't mind that at all."
Walking back to the booth, Butch was leaning in towards Dani and I saw that Dani was shaking her head in repsonse to something. Whatever it was, Ms. Butch-Babe walked away.
After collecting her purse from her table, I watched as her table-mates followed her trek to our booth, looking at each other when Dani stood to let Mare slide in, to sit between us.
