Readers: This story is based on my series The Awakening and I encourage you to read it to understand the characters. It sets the foundation for this story, but this story is a standalone one. The content involves smoking and a cheating wife -- so if you are going to hate on this story, at least do it intelligently and not whine about smoking being bad for you! For my followers and supporters, tell me how you like it or what you want to hear next -- I appreciate you.
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Lisa Swanson lay in her expansive bathtub on a quiet July Saturday afternoon, jets gently flowing water over her 47-year-old body, with her eyes closed and pondering life. Since last year, she and her husband Tom had opened their marriage to other sexual experiences and, while they didn't consider themselves swingers, they did manage to have selected encounters with others and even had a wonderful evening of spouse swapping with their neighbors, Matt and Wendy, six months ago. Lisa reached for her long-stemmed glass of Chardonnay and sipped her wine slowly, thinking about her newfound sexual freedom, how her husband allowed her to selectively fuck anyone she wanted, and how he could pursue any of his desires. In reality, they weren't interested in constantly finding new partners; she and Tom were happy. It only worked when the mood hit her and the opportunity was right. She knew Tom felt the same way.
Even more recently, she somehow managed to seduce Mallory Watson, a 27-year-old colleague at her insurance firm last month. Lisa smiled, recalling how she had really taken advantage of Mallory's shy attitude and how she surprised herself by even wanting to try to be with a woman. Looking down at her middle-aged body, she thought herself pretty at best with a mom-type body consisting of full hips, a bit of a stomach, and breasts slightly sagging but still appealing. She realized not everyone was a porn supermodel from the movies. Her sexual partners seemed to enjoy her offerings and her overall sexual attitude. Good enough, she thought, taking another sip.
Mallory was fun, Lisa contemplated, thinking about how she even got Tom involved in what was definitely a hot threesome time. While she was sure she wasn't completely sexually attracted to women, she was pleased to appreciate her openness and how well Mallory responded to her attention. Hell, the thought, even though the two women had a great time, Lisa was pretty sure Mallory loved having Tom's cock more. The thought made her smile. Tom wasn't nearly as interested in pursuing other opportunities as Lisa was overall, but he certainly didn't mind her being more adventurous.
Still, with the neighbor foursome occurring six months previously, and Mallory's threesome last month, Lisa thought she might be getting ready for the next adventure. While she and Tom had regular sex and it was good, she found an itch that kept returning. She chuckled to herself; it was like being a hungry vampire. She shook her head and sipped again, thinking she was watching too much HBO. The other aspect was she just didn't want to fuck for the sake of fucking, it had to be an appealing adventure. So, she was a picky slut, she thought and laughed to herself. Placing her wine down, her eye caught the pack of Marlboro cigarettes and ashtray she had carefully placed on the ledge. Another rebellious trait -- she smoked two to three a day when she felt like it but decided she wasn't in the mood right now. While Tom didn't explicitly approve, he was perfectly fine on an occasional basis as he appreciated the bad girl look.
Then she had a thought. With Tom golfing for the next several hours, all housework being done, she was bored. Maybe Matt and Wendy would be up for an afternoon drink. She reached for her phone and dialed. Matt picked up right after the first ring.
"Hey, stud," she chuckled, "it's your favorite librarian." Matt laughed, recalling the reference where his wife Wendy thought Lisa had a cute librarian look.
"Hey, sexy, we were just talking about you guys, what's up?" he asked.
"Not a thing. Tom is golfing, thought I'd stop by for a drink with you two if you guys are up for it," she offered.
"Just me, hon. Wendy is off on yet another town council committee meeting, go figure. But you're welcome to stop by, she'll be home in the next couple of hours and I was just finishing yard work."
"Sounds good to me. Let me get out of this tub and clean up, then I'll be down," she replied. He chuckled.
"Now there is an image I didn't need. Are you trying to get me excited?" he asked, teasing.
"Get out of here, you know what I meant," she laughed in return. They rang off. Lisa took her time leaving the tub, grabbed a plush towel to dry off, and got dressed. She took time to brush her brunette, shoulder-length hair, pleased that it only needed a touch of coloring every few weeks to beat back any onslaught of gray. She threw on a knee-length light blue sundress, dark blue push-up bra, and matching bikini panties. While she certainly wasn't thinking a hot afternoon of sex would occur, she did want to look nice. She touched up her makeup from the morning, augmenting her moderately full lips with a touch of pale red lipstick. She realized the librarian comment was pretty accurate, though a flirtatious sparkle in her eye and a slightly seductive smile certainly hinted at her smoldering sexuality.
Lisa walked briskly to the end of the cul-de-sac, past a dozen or so of some of the nicer homes in the town to the Carlyle's, all-brick Georgian home with a three-car garage and immaculate gardening. Matt did a lot of the work, though a local landscaping company took care of the lawn and made sure it was perfectly manicured. She walked around to the side gate, a white 4-foot-tall white picket fence, a standard for all the houses in the community. She walked around on the brick path past the carefully placed flowers and bushes to find Matt reading a magazine at the patio table. Seeing her approach, he rose and greeted her with a warm, lingering hug. Lisa wrapped her arms around and squeezed in return.
He kissed her cheek and motioned her to sit.
"You are looking lovely as always," he commented, sitting down in the chair next to her and moving the magazine aside. Matt, slightly taller than her husband Tom at nearly six feet, had broad shoulders and a slight middle-aged paunch offset by his regular workouts and reasonably good diet. Clean-shaven, his big smile was accented by short salt and pepper hair cut short, nearly a buzz cut, and a tiny scar on his forehead from a minor surgical procedure.
"Always the gentleman," Lisa smiled in return. She saw he had an open bottle of beer and he kindly remembered her fondness for wine and poured her a generous glass. She took a sip and felt the liquid warmth trickle through her body. Matt reached for his packet of Newports, tapped out two, and handed her one. Lisa hesitated a moment, thought what the hell, and leaned over, her lips taking the cylinder in and brushing his extended fingers. Matt lit her cigarette and Lisa's cheeks hollowed, causing the tip to glow cherry red and the smoke to rush into her lungs. She exhaled slowly into the cloudless sky and Matt smiled. He lit his in a smooth, practiced fashion.
"Nice to have a smoking partner," he offered. Lisa smiled.
"I know what you mean. Tom tolerates me doing it, even thinks it's sexy, but really doesn't indulge," she replied. Matt nodded.
"Same with Wendy. She and did more in college, she just gave it up...along with a lot of sex, I suppose," he laughed. "And I have to agree -- you do look hot smoking!" Lisa blushed slightly.
