Nothing was next, well, nothing at first. After the swingers party, my hormones continued to flow and I felt like I did as a horny adolescent. Ted was the same old boring Puritan in bed. I found myself running to the bathroom after he finished his dozen strokes and pleasured myself into a self induced orgasm.
Spring turned to summer and I was a model mom again. The kids were home from school and we were at the pool and the park. Both kids were playing team sports so a lot time was spent going to games. It was a full time job and no time for me to be alone.
You know that summer is coming to an end when running off to Walmart to shop for school supplies . I still love the smell of new pencils, erasers, and notebooks. It always held the promise of something new and exciting. This time, it also meant that I would soon experience something new and exciting for myself.
The first day the kids were off to school I sat down to my computer and went to Lit. My mailbox was full but I didn't have the patience to read them all. I decided to read the fifteen most recent messages. It didn't take long to begin feeling the sexual excitement that had started my quest months ago.
One of the messages was from a women in the area asking if I was bi. I wrote back saying I didn't think so but I was bi-curious. What was it that she had in mind? This started an online relationship where we traded girl secrets and shared some of our sexual fantasies. She had been married and had some of the same feelings as I had but she also liked women. Her name was Helen and Helen said some of her best moments in bed were with women. Eventually, Helen got around to asking if I'd like to meet her for lunch. Now I had the time so we met on an early Wednesday afternoon at a popular restaurant in the downtown area.
I could tell Helen had money. She had written that her husband was older and died several years earlier. He apparently left her with a comfortable estate. Helen was elegantly dressed in what I call sexy sophisticated. She carried a Christian Dior bag and her jewelry was gorgeous. Helen's hair was immaculate ... not a hair out of place. There was nothing about her out of place. I felt like the younger sister wearing hand-me-downs. We hugged and told each other it was a pleasure to finally meet in person. We both ordered salad and a glass of wine. The conversation was your basic girl talk but nothing of the sexual nature. I had the feeling that Helen was a very thoughtful caring person but slightly eccentric. After leaving a sizeable tip, Helen asked if I'd like to see her apartment. I was curious and it was still early so I said, "Sure."
We drove to an affluent neighborhood and stopped in front of one of the premier high rises simply called "The Manor." A doorman greeted Helen and said, "Good afternoon Mrs. Price. I'm so glad to see you. You are looking lovely as always."
Helen smiled and said, "Thank you, Sam. This is my friend Sarah."
"Welcome to The Manor, Sarah," Sam replied.
He opened the door for us and we took Elevator 2 up to the top floor. In the elevator, Helen explained that by introducing me to Sam, he knew I wasn't an unwelcome stranger and that she was safe. It is a type of code in the building that everyone is expected to use. On the sixteenth floor, Helen pressed several buttons on a keypad near her door, followed by a click. We entered Helen's apartment and it was overwhelming! The place looked to me like a penthouse. Helen immediately began to apologize.
"Sarah, this place is a little over the top but it is what Mr. Price wanted. He was a great collector and loved having his things on display so other people could enjoy it with him. This wouldn't have been my choice but after he died, I just couldn't give up the apartment. Anyway there is a five year lease so I almost had to keep it."
"Why Helen, it's lovely!"
"Let me show you around." I followed her around. There were two bathrooms, three bedrooms (one used as an office), a huge living room, a dining room, and a game room. Helen said something about each room as the tour continued. "This was Mr. Price's office and it gets dusted from time to time but is pretty much as he left it. The game room was also his. It isn't used much these days."
I was overwhelmed by the furnishings and art work. She had an original nude by Matisse and a Picasso from his blue period. There were etchings and Etruscan vases and much much more. Helen said most of it was from their travels. Clearly, Mr. and Mrs. Price were first class world travelers. When I peeked into her bathroom, I could see she had only the most expensive perfumes. None were synthetic drugstore fragrances but a collection of the finest French perfumes. The place was astonishing!
We sat down in her plush living room and sipped on a chilled glass of wine. Of course, it was imported French Chablis. Helen asked about my family, catching up on our e-mail exchanges. She wanted to know if anything in the bedroom with Ted had changed and of course, I had to say, "No." Things were even worse. While on our second glass of wine, Helen said, "Sarah, let me show you my playroom."
"Really? You have a playroom?"
"Well, kind of. Tell me what you think when you see it."
This time she held my hand while escorting me to a room that was her bedroom. I had imagined a playroom with lounge chairs, maybe a decorative game table, and a bar but not a dimly lit room with a decidedly feminine decor. In one corner, standing on a pedestal and lit by an overhead light, was a four foot replica of Michelangelo's "David." In another corner on an identical pedestal was an equally large replica of Venus de Milo. The bedside tables held exotic candles, a magazine or two as well as several books. On the bed was a gorgeous lacy pink sheer negligee. Pointing to the garment, Helen said, "Try it on! I thought it might be just the thing to get your husband more interested in playing."
"Oh Helen, that's so beautiful but really, I couldn't."
