Preamble
Reading Chapter One will place this in context
Over the following month, Jack and I were seeing each other once a week and he was giving me the pleasures that my husband either did not desire or could not.
My sexual activity remained the same with John. I would yield to his hint of sex with him feeling my breasts and humping me with his boner.
John came home one night and told me that he would need to be out of town during the week but get home Friday evenings and leave again Sunday afternoon for at least six weeks and maybe longer depending on how a start up went in a new facility.
I reacted with false anger to make him think I was devastated but internally was excited; knowing I could sample different guys every night of the week and would not be under a time constraint to be home.
It was easy with John out of town. I'd go to the gym and if a guy made an offer and I desired to play with him, either go to the motel then from the gym or meet at the motel at a convenient time.
I managed to juggle Jack one night in a week and two strangers more in a week. I became very comfortable with having sex in many different positions with such a variety of cocks pleasing themselves in my body.
In the fourth week of John's absence a female about 25 years old, having the body and features of a model in her leotards came over to me as I was preparing to leave and said, "A guy gave me fifty dollars and asked me to give this envelope to you and to tell you that the contents are precious."
I thanked her, took the envelope to the snack area to have a juice and to look at the contents.
I could tell there were several pictures as I reached to extract the contents and they were surrounded by a note. My heart had picked up speed as I handled them. I took the note from the pictures. I began looking at the pictures. Panic washed over me. They were photos of me either going into the motel room or car with guys I had been having sex with.
My world came crashing down.
I turned my attention to the note and it read: "My dear slut: I am sure that you would prefer your husband not to see these pictures or others."
I was becoming nauseous and panicking at the same time.
The letter continued: "My intention of doing this is to place you into a difficult situation until the time comes when you will desire to have sex freely and seek me out instead of me seeking you.
"If I would approach you and ask that you share your body with me as you have with the fellows in the pictures, there is a 99% change you would reject me asking.
"To put you at ease a tad, I am a fit fellow but 45+. My age gives me lots of staying power, assuring you many orgasms.
"The lady that handed you the envelope is waiting for you at the exit if you have time to discuss this matter further and put it behind you. She will bring you to my place and return you to the gym."
I placed the pictures and not back into the envelope and then into my purse.
I walked to the exit after signing out and up to the girl that handed me the package and then hearing, "Erin, try to relax, you will be fine."
"How did you know my name?"
"My dad just followed you into the gym and signed in behind you."
"Your dad, I don't understand."
"It is a long story Erin. I am Elizabeth but nick named Sunny. Dad needs a lot of sex to keep him happy and at his age realized it would be difficult to get young women to sleep with him. So he devised this scheme to meet ladies and in many cases expose them to the many pleasures of sex that they had never experienced. One hundred percent so far leave with a date already made to come back to play at his place."
"He selects women like yourself that cheat, knowing that if your husband was satisfying you; you would not be sleeping around. Dad says women like you are in need of sex but are afraid to sleep with an older man because in many cases he is older than your father, and not hot and handsome looking. He also says once you have sampled an older man you will expand your selection of guys to sleep with and if it is just sex that you need, you will drift to the older guys because of the pleasures that they give you versus a young guy that fires quickly."
"Sunny this is blackmail. How long has your father been doing this?"
"About five years since mom died eight years ago. Dad works out a lot to stay in physical shape and younger women like you, were turning him down for dates. He noticed that some women were flirting with guys. He would follow them and discovered that the motel up the road was a popular place. He decided to park there and took photos of couples entering. He then looked for them her when he was here."
"At first he would give them the envelopes but had to deal with the hysteria. He discovered if I did it there was less because I did not hang around and then the lady could come with me or call and make an appointment. Erin as I said before all he desire is to show you how more enjoyable sex can be with a guy twenty to thirty years older. Many of the women still send him flowers or candy for making a marriage better or helping them choose a new partner. Dad just does this with ladies that display their wedding ring when they cheat."
"Sunny I don't know if I should be pissed at you, sorry for you or neutral."
"Erin be neutral and things will be fine. Dad will introduce you to new things and I know all the women come back freely for more fun. Dad tries to keep ten ladies in training as he calls it. I hand out an envelope when one moves on to explore sex with different guys or has trained her husband. If the husband is trained the couple then become swingers generally because the wife then loves variety, sort of an addiction. Dad host as swing party once a month for married couples only."
"That would never happen with my John."
"Don't be sure Erin; many women have said that and the couple now swing. Well we are here. Please come in with me and I will get you comfy. BY the way my dad's name is Harry."
I was so engrossed in the chat I was not paying attention to where Sunny had driven. We walked into a mansion. As we walked to the stairs leading to the upper level I could see it was furnished with antiques and Victorian style furniture.
Sunny led me to a bedroom that was decorated in American Empire furniture asked me to freshen up and come back down the lower level with only the robe on that she handed me. She pointed to a button at the door and asked me to push it on my way down and that she would meet me at the bottom of the stairs.
I heard, "While you are undressing let me pour us a glass of lemonade from the refrigerator there. I'm thirsty and you must be also."
Attached to the bedroom was a half-bath.
I undressed down to my bra and panties, drank part of the lemonade with Sunny, proceeded to remove the remaining clothes, placed a shower cap on and freshened.
I really had no choice but to do as asked because I did not desire Harry to get the pictures to John.
I put on the black silk, short robe that barely covered my butt cheeks, finished the lemonade, pressed the button and headed to the lower level were Sunny met me.
We walked into a room which had dark wood paneling, many erotic pictures, furniture both chairs and sofas in velvet material of red and black colors. It was an atmosphere of sex instantly.
