My thanks to Nancy. She is a fan of my works and emailed asking if I would write a story based on her fantasies. I agreed and she supplied me with some factual information (physical attributes, etc.) and this is the resulting story. So from that perspective only, this is not really a work of fiction. She has asked for a sequel, so look for it down the road. Thanks Nancy for the true-to-life inspiration.
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Nancy couldn't believe what she was doing.
At 42 she is still extremely attractive, her dark Italian-American heritage creating a sultry, dark, almost-exotic look. Though a proud mother of two teenage children, she has regained her figure through long hours of work, as an executive in the Fortune 1000 company and regular workouts in the family's home gym.
Her 34C breasts sag a bit, but then gravity and childbirth take their toll on most women. Her 26" waist and flared 36" hips both testament to her efforts to keep herself attractive for Tom, her stocky 6' husband of 15 years. If Nancy had any complaints to the way her life has unfolded to this point, it would be that she works too much. This leaves little time to spend with her family and especially her children, in whom she is very proud and her husband with who she is deeply in love. Tom is such a stark contrast to the jerk she married when she was young that there is no way she couldn't love him.
So why was she sitting in this hotel bar, openly flirting with the businessmen sitting across the room from her? Her tailored business suit with the tasteful, fashionably short, skirt gave lie to her intentions this evening. She had to have a stranger use her as his slut tonight and more than one, if possible. She sat, nursing a drink, and every few minutes she would smile at the businessmen. Then if she could do so without it looking deliberate, she would slide one leg away from the other. Her tailored skirt, two-inches above the knee when she stood, had slid up further when she sat and Nancy hadn't tugged it back in place, Now with her squirms in her seat, it had risen even further. This possibly allowed the men a view of her full lips at the vee of her thighs. She hoped that would pique their interest and they would want to make her their slut for the night. There were three of them and that would be perfect.
Nancy was even starting to consider the possibility of more than three. A real old-fashioned gangbang. She feared physical abuse, but thought being used as a slut and whore by a group of men for hours at a time would be a fulfilling pastime.
This was all very exciting, and Nancy could feel her hard nipples, surrounded by their extremely dark aureole, as they brush against her lacy bra, the additional stimulus causing the moisture in her cunt to increase. She wasn't wearing panties. She had slipped them off and put them in her purse the first time she went to the lady's room.
To answer the question that was going through her mind 'why was she sitting in this bar trying to pick up strangers for sex', you would have to go back several weeks. Guilt for what she was doing was virtually non-existent, and the alcohol helped mask the rest. Nancy didn't drink much, until lately. Usually she would have eggnog at Christmas or a glass of Champagne on her anniversary, but even that was unusual, as Tom didn't drink. So excessive alcohol consumption was something Nancy wasn't used to and the buzz in her head always came quickly.
She knew she would feel extremely guilty in the morning, because she always did. Yet, in her mind she assuaged most of the guilt as being partially Tom's fault.
Her leg swings were apparently having the affect Nancy was seeking as the barmaid showed up with a fresh drink, explaining the businessmen across the way had bought it for her. Apparently her flashing them was potentially leading to what she pursued. Nancy sat back in her chair and let her legs fall further apart. She started to think back on how this all started.
Nancy and Tom enjoyed entertaining their friends in their upscale home in the country near a medium sized Mid-Atlantic coast city. Tom loved to BBQ and Nancy enjoyed any interaction with adults that wasn't work related. So they usually invited a select group of friends over, about once a month.
They were the same couples most the time. Like most married couples, they didn't socialize with singles much. The group included forty-something couples Bill and Cindy, and Frank and Pat, and thirty-something couple Bob and Trish.
Nancy had spelled Tom at the BBQ pit where he was smoking several racks of Babyback Ribs. Tom insisted on constantly basting the ribs with the drippings that accumulate in the drip pan in the bottom of the smoker, so they wouldn't get dry and tough, so the ribs required constant attention, in his mind.
Hot and sweaty, Tom went for a fresh soda from the cooler near the pool, when Trish exited the pool house, dressed in an extremely skimpy string bikini then walked over to begin flirting with Tom.
This didn't bother Nancy at first, as Trish was an irrepressible flirt. Trish and her husband were swingers and were not discrete or secretive about it, routinely bragging about their hedonistic sex life. Trish kept flirting with Tom, to the point of leaning in close and shamelessly brushing her ample cleavage against Tom's bare arm. Nancy felt the pangs of jealousy creep into her psyche, and mentally chided herself. 'Why am I getting jealous about Tom, if I trust him I needn't worry about anyone else'. Yet, it was still upsetting to Nancy that Trish would carry on like this with her husband right in front of her. When Tom returned to the BBQ pit a few minutes later, Nancy didn't say anything, and just returned to the house to continue working on the side dishes she was preparing to accompany the ribs. After all her anger was with Trish and not her Tom. Unconsciously, she opened one of the bottles of red wine that had been brought by all three couples to complete the meal.
By the time the meal was ready, Nancy who wasn't accustomed to drinking a lot of alcohol had unconsciously consumed three glasses, nearly a whole bottle. During dinner she had two more. The wine had done what it was supposed to do, improving Nancy's mood, and by the time the meal was over she had a slight buzz. The couples started leaving and only Bob and Trish stayed behind to help clean up. Trish had changed to shorts and a halter-top for dinner and helped Nancy load the dishwasher and clean the kitchen, while Bob and Tom had cleaned up the pool and BBQ area.
After the cleanup was done, the four moved to the living room and Nancy started on her sixth glass of wine. She was over her jealousy-induced anger but the amount of alcohol she had already consumed simply removed the inhibitions, including the inhibition that tells you to stop drinking rather than get another drink.
The two couples sat talking though basically Tom and Bob were talking to each other while Trish and Nancy talked together. As usual, Bob and Trish's topic eventually led to their latest escapade in the world of swinging couples. They spoke of it as exciting and rationalized it as being the salvation to their failing marriage when they first started.
"We were in such a rut that Bob was no longer satisfying me sexual." Trish confided.
"Don't get me wrong, Bob is good in the sheets. I guess I just needed a bit more excitement." She added.
"Don't you ever feel that way Nancy?" She asked.
"No, not really." Nancy confided. "Tom floats my boat, in the bedroom, without a problem." Nancy said looking lovingly at her husband, who was talking quietly with Bob, neither man paying any attention to Trish and Nancy's conversation.
"Is there nothing we have spoken of that interests you?" Trish pressed Nancy.
Nancy wouldn't have answered, but the alcohol had sufficiently lubricated her inhibitions, they slipped aside to allow her to respond. Where sober, Nancy wouldn't have replied at all, her response was still in the negative.
"Not really." Nancy answered. Trish jumped on the negative remark, possibly seeing an opening in the tone if not the words Nancy had just spoken.
"Come on Nancy, you're no prude. Surely something in our experiences have made your panties get wet."
Nancy wasn't comfortable with the turn the conversation had taken and thought Trish's reference to wet panties a bit crude, but denied again. Trish pressed her for a few minutes more, so finally Nancy told her what she thought she wanted to hear to hopefully see the subject change. Though the alcohol was helping, Nancy still wasn't comfortable with the topic. She answered although she still equivocated some.
"Well actually, the idea of being held down and used as a sex object has some appeal, but I don't desire to have sex with anyone but Tom, so that kind of puts it out of the realm of possibilities." Having said it, Nancy blushed profusely and gulped the balance of the glass of wine she had been nursing slowly. Trish quickly refilled her glass, talking as she did.
"Actually you could have it both ways." Trish responded. It hadn't worked to change the subject and Nancy was a bit flustered now, and reeling a bit from the direction the conversation was headed in.
Trish recognized the state of inebriation Nancy was experiencing and saw an opening, so she continued to press the point. Her conversation while she was flirting with Tom earlier in the day had revealed that he wasn't averse to swinging, but he wouldn't force or coerce Nancy and that she would have to instigate anything. Trish thought Tom's rugged, muscular, stocky body would be nice to 'wiggle' under. Trish continued to press Nancy.
"You could get with a couple or person you trust and have them restrain you while your husband fucks you." she confided.
