Bonnie hung up the phone with a slam, exasperated that her dinner companions had begged off at the last minute. She was in Des Moines, Iowa of all places on a business trip, and now left with the prospect of a boring evening in a hotel room. To top that off, she had called home to try and hear some comforting words from her husband, only to find he hadn't gotten home from work yet. "Probably at a bar with his buddies, half sloshed and ogling the young things" she thought angrily to herself.
Bonnie was 46, attractive but middle aged, and she was beginning to experience doubts about herself. She had been married for 23 years to the same man, most of them good ones, and they had a stable if not terrifically exciting marriage. Like most couples, they had a decent sex life, but Bonnie had found that when she turned 40 her libido had begun to skyrocket. Her husband, on the other hand, seemed more and more attracted to 20 something blonde bimbos he was always pointing out on the streets, or looking at in the trashy magazines he subscribed to. They still made love, but it was almost a mechanical sort of sex, not the breathless, sweaty variety she found herself fantasizing about more and more.
She looked at herself in the mirror, appraising her figure. She was 5'5', 145 pounds, and built in a manner that could be described as Reubenesque. Her hips flared in an Earth Mother sort of way, and one could not escape noticing her 40D bust. Bonnie had always enjoyed the attention her breasts had brought from men, but she worried that time and gravity were making her unattractive to men. Uncertain and frustrated, she decided to go and drown her sorrows a bit.
She dressed herself quickly, choosing a black knee length skirt, white silk blouse, and black jacket. Hose and 3" heels completed her ensemble'. Not the sexiest outfit in the world, but the best she could do with the business attire she normally took on these trips. Again she checked the mirror, and had to admit to herself that she was still sexy, in a classy sort of way. She quickly went down to the lobby of the hotel, and out the front door. Looking left and right, unsure of where to go in this one horse town, she chose at random and walked down the block, just looking for somewhere to hide. As she walked and thought, she heard strains of some smoky jazz wafting out of a tiny club. On a whim, she opened the door and headed in. It was a place reminiscent of an old Bogart movie, small and smoky, with a single musician tinkling away on a weathered piano, but nonetheless playing terrific jazz.
She sat at a table near the piano, and ordered a Scotch and soda. She was not normally much of a drinker, and rarely used hard liquor, but was just in a mood this evening. She sat and smoked a cigarette contemplatively, listening to the piano and trying to shake the feelings of frustration she was having.
About an hour passed, and she had two more drinks. She had removed her jacket as the bar was a bit warm, and sat there unconsciously seductively posed, her blouse parted slightly to reveal just a hint of her generous cleavage, her legs crossed showing her hose off, puffing her cigarette, lost in thought. Her reverie was broken by a man's voice. It was the bartender, with a drink in his hand. "I didn't order this." she said questioningly. " Those gentlemen over there sent it to you, ma'am," he said, pointing to a table with two men seated at it across the bar, unsure if he had erred by suggesting to the men that she seemed to be alone. Bonnie thought for a second, a little mad at being hit on so blatantly, but also a little flattered that two well dressed businessmen who appeared to be in their late twenties seemed attracted to her. She accepted the drink, tipped the bartender to ease his concerns, and smiled and mouthed a silent "Thank you" in the direction of the two men. They sat at their respective tables, looking each other over, until finally she heaved an internal sigh, and got up and walked over to their table. She walked with a wiggle in her step which was uncharacteristic for her, but this night she just seemed to be another woman altogether. She had decided that a little flattery was just what she needed to regain her self-respect, and these two guys seemed ready and willing to provide it.
She sat down and introduced herself, and thanked them again for the drink. They returned the introductions, explaining that they were on a business trip as well, attempting to sell some heavy machinery to a local manufacturer. The three chatted for a while about the hassles of selling, business travel, and the like. Safe, harmless topics. All the while she noticed their eyes almost caressing her body appraisingly. She worried that once they saw her up close, they would be turned off by her age, but instead found that both men were almost drooling in appreciation. She got a kind of high from the feeling of sexiness this gave her. The piano began a slow, sensual number, and Bonnie decided to have some fun. She stood, and took the hand of the man closest to her, Dave. She lad him to the center of the tiny dance floor, and they began a slow waltz. He was a good dancer, and she smiled as she enjoyed the moment. They moved in time with the music, and she felt herself letting her angers and fears go. A new feeling began to take over, a surprising one. She felt her nipples stiffen against her silky bra as the drinks, the music, and the attention of the two men worked on her always active imagination. Dave noticed it too, apparently, because she saw him look her right in the chest and stifle a quiet gasp as he saw the evidence of her arousal. She felt their rhythm interrupted as James, the other young man, tapped Dave on the shoulder intending to cut in. Dave reluctantly but politely stepped aside, and Bonnie and James resumed the dance. She felt him move closer to her, til they were chest to chest. His hands encircled her waist tightly, and she could feel his groin pressed against hers. She started to push him back, angry at the liberties he was taking, when she felt him throb against her. She stopped, frozen, realizing that her little game of teasing was escalating into something more. She had not gone out with the intention of anything other than having a few drinks and maybe finding some interesting conversation, but now found herself in the arms of a man who obviously had other intentions. She had to make a decision, and she had to do it quickly. Bonnie had been a good wife over the years, with the exception of one brief ill-advised affair some 15 years ago. She had an active imagination, and was worldly enough to be aware that her sex life could only be described as "vanilla" up to this point, but had always held herself back from doing anything more than fantasizing about such things.
With a deep breath, she made her decision, and felt a strange flush wash over her. She led James back to the table, and said to both men "How about we go back to my hotel for a nightcap?" Her voice sounded nervous, but the look on her face told the two men that she meant much more. They quickly paid the bar tab, and the three walked out of the bar. They strolled down the few blocks to her hotel, Bonnie in between them with an arm through each of theirs.
They walked through the hotel lobby in silence, each almost to afraid to say anything that might shatter the mood of arousal that was in the air. They reached the elevator and went in, the three of them the only occupants. As it began to rise, Bonnie found herself sandwiched between the two men as they feverishly kissed her neck and groped her body. Here she was, a middle-aged businesswoman and wife, about to take two men twenty years her younger to her hotel room. The oddest thing that occurred to her as she thought about this was the fact that not only was she not ashamed, she was incredibly aroused. The prospect of having sex with two men was one she had often fantasized about while masturbating, but one she never thought she'd live out. Now here she was about to do just that, and she was as ready as a woman could be for the experience.
