Like most conventions, the one I attended last spring was made up of a few good sessions surrounded by hours of baloney disguised as innovation. When the weather turned sour and I had to stay overnight in a hotel that cost more than I could really afford, my mood took an additional turn downward, so I left my things in the room and went down to the second floor where I knew there was a pretty good bar.
As I sat at my table nursing my scotch and water, I could not help but notice a gorgeous brunette come in with a man who looked to be her senior. I tried not to stare, but the woman was stunning enough that she held my attention for several seconds. While I was admiring her long brown hair and the way she filled out her low cut dress, she looked my way and smiled. Although I was somewhat embarrassed to be caught gawking, I couldn't help but think that I had seen that smile before somewhere. I smiled back to be polite, but turned my head away and pretended to look at something in the direction of the bar.
"Tom?" said a woman's voice. "Is that you?"
I turned around and there she was. The long brown hair, the deep brown eyes, and the smile that suddenly came back to me like a kick in the shin.
"Julie!" I haven't seen you in years," I nearly shouted. "I thought that was a familiar smile. How are you?"
It turned out that Julie and her husband Kent were in town for an insurance company meeting that Kent had to attend, and that they too had been stranded overnight by the snow. Julie asked if I would like to join them at their table for a drink, and I readily said yes.
Now for me, the big thing about Julie is that although we had been good friends in school, exchanging books for classes and studying together to prepare for the various finals, I had always had a huge crush on her and wanted to date her. In those days I was so like so many other young men, horribly awkward around a beautiful woman, so nothing ever came of the time we spent together except a lot of laughs and some good test scores.
When I joined Julie and Kent at their table I could not help but notice the apparent difference in their ages. Although I knew Julie was, like me, over fifty, she certainly did not look it. She had kept a fine figure, including a marvelous pair of breasts that were highlighted by the low cut of the dark red dress she was wearing. A pair of breasts I had dreamed about for years.
Kent, on the other hand had not fared as well. He looked to be a good five to ten years older than he really was. His hair, face, and hands all had the look of hard use, and he held himself in a slouched posture that seemed more appropriate to a tired, old man than the successful insurance agent he is.
We sat and talked for well over an hour about kids, careers, and people we all knew, then I excused myself to go use the restroom. As I came out, I was a bit surprised to see Kent apparently waiting for me in the hallway. Seeing my reaction, he smiled a bit, but then he took me by the elbow and led me to a corner by the hotel phone.
"Julie asked me to come talk to you," he said. "We have a bit of an idea she thinks you might be interested in, and she wanted me to approach you about it discreetly. If you like the idea, fine. If you don't we'll just go finish our drinks and leave it at that, OK?"
"OK," I said. "What's up?"
"Well, " Kent said, "Julie would like you to join us upstairs for a drink in our room. Actually, she'd like you to join us for more than that. She's wondering if you'd like to come up for some 'play' as she calls it. It's fine with me," he added quickly. "I have talked about it for years but we've never found someone we both could agree on. If you want to come up, let me go back and tell her. If you don't, we'll go back together and finish our drinks and then we'll go separate ways. It's up to you."
The pit of my stomach dropped out for a second or two, but that was all it took for me to make up my mind.
"Yes," I said, while trying hard not to sound too eager, "I think is sounds like a lot of fun. How do we go about it though?"
"I'll go back to the table and give Julie the news," he said. "You wait here for a couple of minutes, then come on over to the table and we'll finish our drinks before we head up."
The two minutes I stood there seemed like forever, but I waited before going back to the table. When I got there, Julie was gone and Kent was quietly sipping on his drink.
"Julie said to give her a few minutes to get ready, then to come on up with me," Kent said. "She wants to have everything the way she wants it," he continued. "By the way," he said, "Thanks for going along with this. We were both scared you'd turn us down cold or think we were weird or something. We appreciate it."
I have to admit, I never thought I'd have a woman's husband thank me for agreeing to have sex with his wife -- especially this one.
We finished our drinks, paid our tab, and took the elevator to the sixth floor. Kent led the way down the hall, opened the door and went in ahead of me.
When we entered the room, Kent took off his shoes, so I did the same. As the door closed I thought I could hear a faint humming coming from the room.
As we walked past the bathroom to where we could see the bed, there was the nicest shock of my life. Julie was lying there naked and slowly working a large gold vibrator over her pussy.
"I'm glad you finally got here," she giggled. "I was starting to have more fun than I wanted to without you two. Anyway, now that I'm warmed up, how about you?"
Julie turned off the vibrator and scooted down to the end of the bed. Slipping her feet over the edge, she sat up on the end of the bed and motioned for us to come closer.
She reached her hand out and started to rub both of our cocks through our slacks.
I didn't know how Kent was taking it, but I was getting hard in no time flat.
"It doesn't seem fair that I'm the only one naked," Julie said with a grin. "Why don't you both get more comfortable?"
