I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.
I do spell and grammar checks and proof read but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else.
Please check the tags, don't read it if it's not your thing. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy it, they are free and they are just stories.
Best Wishes, Satin.
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We'd all known each other since training to be nurses in our late teens and early 20's. Moving on twenty years, and we'd been successful: me 'Angela' as a Chief Matron, Bev a Nurse Practitioner and Caroline a specialist nurse working in the private sector these days.
And for the first time in those twenty years, we were going away together; me being a late addition to the holiday my two friends had planned. We hadn't holidayed since our teens, not without our partners in tow. My husband was at home, Bev was long since divorced and Caroline remained steadfastly single.
We got to the resort in Mallorca and headed straight for the beach. It appeared to be filled by predominantly groups in their early 20s from various parts of Europe.
That first afternoon we were surprised by how many guys were checking us out. I mean why look at 40 year olds in one piece swimsuits, when there were lots of pretty young things flaunting their wears in bikini's, many sporting the trend of showing some under-bust. We laughed saying if we tried that, our tits would just fall out.
I could see the attraction in Bev and Caroline, they'd aged well. We weren't that much heavier than when we were younger, but definitely had more 'shape'. Hectic workloads kept us fit and mostly trim, although I carried more weight than my friends and had to work harder to keep it off. Caroline dismissed my concerns offhand as being lucky enough to have big tits.
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We got settled into the resort alternating between the beach and pool, and deliberately doing very little. It was lovely to relax and enjoy drinks, catching up on each other's lives?
The resort had a party feel to it and we talked to lots of different people. I'd forgotten how wild and loud younger groups could be, but they were all good fun and it was lovely to see them having such a great time.
Three men approached us and started chatting. I was surprised, as they could have only been in their mid-20s. They turned out to be really good company, there were lots of jokes often at each other's expense but all taken in good humour.
Talk about rekindling your youth... they were so enthusiastic about their holiday and wanted to try everything possible. I reflected on when I'd moved from that to a more sensible approach, and finding reasons not to do things. It must have such a gradual change over the years that I'd failed to notice.
I could see some of the looks we got, especially from younger groups of women but really couldn't have cared less, I did ask Sam why they were talking to us.
He smiled and replied like it was a daft question, "You are the classiest women in this whole resort. It's the way you dress and carry yourself, no surgery, fillers or fish pouts. Nicely made up, not caked on... but it's more than that, you just seem comfortable within yourselves. Like you know who you are and don't need to impress."
That was quite an analysis from what I had assumed was a shallow younger man. I wondered if our nursing background gave that impression. All three of us were long passed trying to impress anyone, especially high powered medical consultants or hospital executives. We were good at what we did, and led teams who had to balance empathy with reassurance and confidence. We'd had changed our style over the years, moving toward classic fitted dresses and skirts, in addition we could afford to spend more on our outfits these days.
Our time with the guys was great fun. They never stopped laughing and joking around and it was like a breath of fresh air. We thought it was a single day of fun, but they insisted we join them for a tour of the island the following day. Little did we know it was mopeds and we had to ride pillion. I had to hitch my skirt up to straddle the bloody seat, and hold onto Sam's waist. After a while I gave up trying to be careful and wrapped my arms around him, that felt safer and well... better.
We stopped at an amazing beach and sat in the white sands. The guys stripped down to shorts and ran off for a swim. I looked at the girls, knowing what they were thinking; the guys were all very fit. Maybe it was the flat washboard stomachs, rather than rotund bellies of older guys, but they looked hung. Either way we were all smitten.
Bev voiced it, "Jesus they must really work out, they are so fit and I've never seen a six pack on anyone I've dated for years."
Caroline asked, "Is that what we are doing... dating, I mean they are young enough to... well they are very young."
We left the question unanswered thankfully, the girls were free to do as they liked but I had a husband back home.
It was assumed we'd be meeting the guys later for drinks. We got ready for the night out making an effort. Our dress choices were shorter and tighter, close to what others were wearing in the resort.
When we got to the bar, the guys were there, chatting to a group of younger women.
Bev slipped into competition mode, "Ok ladies, those girls are trying to cut in, so work those assets."
I had no real idea how to do that, but I caught Sam's eye and smiled at him as we sat at the far side of the bar. Caroline crossed her legs slowly showing a fair bit of thigh as her dress rode up.
The guys made polite excuses and came straight over to us, which felt good, actually it felt really good! They wanted to be with us, not them, so tough! They certainly seemed impressed by whatever we were flaunting and kept us company. It now felt like we were holidaying together as a group and having a great time. At the end of the evening, Bev and Caroline were making out with Andy and James. I kissed Sam on the cheek before saying goodnight.
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I knew the girls would quiz me when we got back to our suite, Bev started, "You realise they will want to fuck if we spend any more time with them!"
Caroline added, "That's fine by me, what's not to like, but it's not as easy for you Angela, being married and all."
"Yeah Ang, don't do anything you might regret!"
They had a point, I liked Sam, but I wasn't in a hurry to betray my wedding vows.
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When the guys joined us at the bar the following night, we paired off naturally, greeting each of us with a kiss. Sam sat next me like we were a couple, that felt unusual, but I was comfortable with it, we were all smiling and happy to see our... dates.
The younger women in the bar didn't look too impressed, neither did the few middle aged couples in there, who seemed slightly shocked. I overheard someone joking about cougars being on the prowl. Oh my God, was that what we were... older women hunting for younger men? It made me smile, finding myself quite liking the idea. It was so far removed from my very normal life and responsible job; I had a very fit young man sitting right next to me, trying hard not to stare at my tits.
Crossing my legs, Sam glanced down, "Wow you have great legs!"
It must be the five miles I walk on an average shift, it did keep me toned, "You really think so, I can hardly compare to those girls."
Sam looked straight into my eyes, "What girls, I hadn't noticed anyone else."
