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. Yes, it has cigarette smoking, so if you don't like smoking ladies, go away and don't complain about it. Yes, it has a cheating wife, so if you don't like it, go away and don't complain about it. For my followers and readers, tell me how you like it or what you want to hear next -- I appreciate you.
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Lisa Swanson sat on her patio with a full glass of red wine, watching the birds visit the feeder and thinking about her past year. During that time, she and her husband, Tom, had agreed to explore their sexual fantasies. While they didn't consider themselves swingers or supported having an open marriage, they did manage to have selected encounters with others and even had a wonderful evening of spouse swapping with their neighbors, Matt and Wendy. Lisa sipped her wine slowly, thinking about her newfound sexual freedom, how her husband allowed her to fuck anyone she wanted, and how he was allowed to pursue his desires. In reality, they weren't interested in constantly finding new partners; their first and last tryst with Matt and Wendy was six months ago and Lisa hadn't found any other interesting situation. 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.
In fact, while they had a wonderful evening of passion with Matt and Wendy, both couples knew it wasn't going to be an ongoing thing. Lisa knew Matt would succumb to her desires any time but it was as if they all silently agreed that the one shared evening was an exception and not a regular event. They all shared neighbor gatherings and smile knowingly at each other, but there was no real talk of regular gatherings.
This suited Lisa and Tom just fine. Their forays were more about their individual exploration, not uncontrolled abandon. Their adventures brought them closer in a weird way and their sex life had never been better. She realized she enjoyed particular adventures and so did Tom in a smaller way. No one would ever guess that this average, middle-aged couple with such vanilla jobs were so sexually aware and active.
Lisa reached over to the table and grabbed her Marlboro Gold Pack. Another vice. No one in her family or neighbors (except for Matt) knew she indulged in two or three cigarettes a day. She didn't even inhale to get the full enjoyment; it was more of a general 'fuck you I'm not the good girl you think I am bitches' kind of thing. And she felt good doing it. Sliding a slim all-white cigarette out of the pack, she placed it deftly between her lips and lit it with a Bic lighter. She enjoyed watching the flame and sucking in to make the end glow cherry red.
Tossing the pack and lighter down, she took a drag and exhaled into the spring air. While Tom didn't exactly support her habit, he tolerated it and Lisa appreciated him not giving her grief. She enjoyed the act, even without fully inhaling. It was just her thing. She knew she was attractive in a nerdy librarian way, and her smoking made her more of a bad girl, which she enjoyed. She considered her still firm 36D breasts, should length brunette hair, librarian-but-still cute Kate Spade eyeglasses, and full lips made for kissing...or cock sucking, or smoking, as she took another deep drag.
As her lips formed around the cigarette and she took the smoke in, she thought about how much she enjoyed fucking her neighbor Matt, the professor from her son's school, and how Tom enjoyed Matt's wife Wendy. Again, none of this was a regular lifestyle, more intermittent episodes in their empty-nester life. She exhaled slowly, watching the smoke rise from her lips into the spring air. She brought the cigarette to her lips again in wanton abandon, took a light drag, and exhaled again. It's a fine life, she thought, smiling.
Her reverie was interrupted by the jingling of her cell phone. Glancing down, she saw it was one of her insurance agents, Mallory Watson. Fuck, she thought, it's a Saturday afternoon. What the hell does she want? Momentarily contemplating not answering it, she thought about Mallory being one of her best employees, though totally green and inexperienced. What the hell, she thought, answering the call.
"Hey, Mallory, what's up," she asked.
"Oh, Mrs. Swanson! I'm so sorry to bother you on a Saturday!" came the reply.
"Not a problem, Mallory, how can I help?" Lisa responded, her image of Mallory coming to her mind. Mallory was 27, raven hair down to her ass, a stocky build with probably 36C breasts, and a thick but not fat waist. She was also her best new agent. Lisa knew her family background wasn't the best and Mallory looked up to her.
"I came in the office to complete the Masterson file and I think I accidentally deleted the endorsement section. I'm not sure how I can get it back!" she exclaimed, clearly upset. Lisa was nonplussed since she knew everything had a backup.
"Don't worry about it. I can check it later or we can figure it out Monday. It's all good," Lisa replied, taking another leisurely sip of wine.
"Are you sure?" she asked in return.
"Of course," Lisa assured her," what the hell are you doing there on a Saturday anyway?"
"I just wanted to finish this case file and wasn't doing anything anyway," she replied. Lisa paused, thinking.
"Why don't you stop by for a glass of wine and we can talk about it? Tom is golfing, won't be back for hours, and I'd love the company," Lisa offered in return. Mallory hesitated.
"Well, okay, if you think it would be okay," she replied.
"Of course, silly. I'll walk you through it and we can chat about how to work it all out," Lisa assured. The ladies discussed directions and Lisa hung up. She gathered her glass, bottle of wine and cigarettes, and walked inside.
Just under a half an hour later, Lisa heard the doorbell ring and moved to the front door to answer it. She hadn't changed from her dark blue, thigh-length sundress that accentuated her nice 38D cleavage. When she opened the door, she saw Mallory's oval face with long brunette hair framing a sweet, innocent-looking face atop a fairly thick frame. She was dressed in jeans and a top, a top which highlighted her 36B set of tits nicely, with a slight hint of cleavage. While most wouldn't describe her as beautiful or sexy, Mallory had a basic shy good girl look about her that Lisa found sweet and intriguing. Surely she has to have more behind that quiet demeanor. Lisa motioned her in and greeted her with a friendly hug.
"Hey, hon, glad you could make it," she said.
"Of course, Mrs. Swanson..." Lisa cut her off.
"Stop. It's Lisa, please," she replied, ushering into the kitchen adjacent to the keeping room.
"Wow, Mrs...Lisa, this is a great house," Mallory offered, glancing around at the spacious kitchen and adjacent keeping room that housed a sofa, chair, coffee table, and French doors to the elaborate patio, the same patio Lisa where Lisa enjoyed her wine and cigarette.
"White wine, Mallory?" Lisa asked and Mallory nodded. Lisa poured a generous helping and motioned for her to sit on the sofa. Mallory obliged, placing her wine on an available coaster. Lisa sat next to her, placing her wine on an adjacent coaster.
"So, this morning was a bit stressful with the Masterson file?" Lisa smiled. Mallory nodded, her cute forehead crinkling with concern.
"God, yes, I couldn't get the endorsement file loaded and it was such a mess," she exclaimed, taking a drink of wine. Lisa waved her off.
"Stop, we'll figure it out on Monday. I'll show you how to get it right," she offered in a calming tone. Mallory smiled and took another sip. The two of them spent a few more minutes talking about work matters before Lisa rose, grabbed the bottle of wine, and poured them both another generous helping. Mallory found herself chuckling at Lisa's easy manner, and the banter changed focus to catching up on events in their personal lives.
"So, have you and Tom lived here long?" Mallory asked.
"14 years," Lisa responded, taking a sip, "it was our dream house. We love the neighborhood and especially the patio."
"Wow, that's great. Someday I'll have a house like this," she replied.
"Well, keep up the great work at the agency, and I'm sure you'll be running the whole show!" Lisa commented with a smile. Mallory blushed.
"I have a long way to go before that," she laughed, "but I appreciate your faith!" The two ladies chatted a bit more, and Lisa continued to pour the wine.
