In the first chapter, as a young woman, I married a wealthy, middle aged guy. We were very happy and together had a son named Matt. Our sex life was a bliss, especially when Matt started going to school and allowed us more time together. Then a disaster struck: My loving husband died in a car accident. After the initial shock, I resumed my exercise and yoga routines and regained my attractive figure. One day I went to Baker Beach and met a youngster who offered to put suntan lotion on my body. I agreed, and later we ended up in his hotel room, having wild sex.
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In the following days, scenes from my bizarre unplanned encounter with the young stranger kept popping into my brain. His giant cock danced before my eyes and tantalized me. I was constantly aroused, not knowing how to handle my heightened libido. My toys were no longer satisfying. I started reading Literotica, mostly about stories involving older women with younger men.
In one of these stories, the author mentioned Mon Chalet in Aurora, CO. I got curious and checked the web site and read more about the place. It was a hotel with less than 10 specialty rooms and a common area with 2 large jacuzzis and a swimming pool. The common area was clothing optional with good opportunities to encounter new people. It was a faraway location from my town, which was another thing I liked. The likelihood of being recognized in Mon Chalet was slim.
I debated whether to go there, but since meeting the young guy, my horniness just didn't let go. So I reserved a room for a single night, and on a Tuesday I flew to Denver. I arrived afternoon and checked the room, which was actually a suit. In addition to a large bed, it had a fireplace, a hot tub, a TV showing porno movies, and a variety of sexual devices I haven't used before like a swing and a love machine. It seemed cozy and comfortable and the only thing missing was somebody to share it with...
Later in the evening, I had a glass of wine I bought on my way to the hotel, wore a light blue bikini and walked to the main area. It was fairly crowded already in and around the pool. People of all ages were mostly naked with few women topless and only a single lady in a swimsuit.
I went to one of the 2 large whirlpools, removed my bikini and sat in the bubbly water. In the jacuzzi there was an older couple, and a balding middle aged man. When I entered, everyone of them checked me out. I ignored them, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the hot water on my skin as I floated on the surface.
About 10 minutes later, a black couple joined us. My eyes were shut when they entered, and I heard them when they were already near me in the water. I opened my eyes and the young girl chuckled, "Sorry ma'am if we woke you up."
I smiled, "It's OK. By the way, you have an accent. Where are you from?"
Both gazed at me, and the girl said, "We are originally from Kenya. We are both juniors in the University of Colorado." They looked young, cheerful, and eager to talk. The guy had a deep voice, and he asked, "And where are you from?"
"I was visiting Denver, heard about Mon Chalet, and decided to see what this place was all about."
The girl grinned, "This is my fiancΓ©, David, and my name is Mercy. Nice to meet you. It's our 3rd time here. We like it because you can feel free to shed your clothes without anybody judging you as a pervert. We heard rumors about creeps who occasionally come by, but we haven't seen any yet. It could be because I am well protected." She hugged David, who grinned lovingly.
They planned to visit San Francisco in the summer and wanted to hear about the city. They listened intently as their hands caressed each other under the water. The thought of them playing around aroused me. While talking, I also inspected their faces. Mercy was cute with big eyes, straight nose, large lips, and curly black hair. David's face was very manly with square jaw. They were sitting and their bodies up to their necks were under water.
As I described Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco, I stood up and realized both ogled my tits. I continued talking about the city, when Mercy stood up too. She was lean, athletic, and with B/C cup boobs. Her dark skin was flawless. Mercy mentioned she wanted to drink water and got out of the jacuzzi.
My eyes followed her gorgeous body and I commented to David, "Your girl is beautiful."
He laughed, "Yes she is, and I love her. But you are exceptionally attractive yourself."
"Oh, thank you. Do you always say nice things to older ladies?"
"Not really. I never paid attention to chronological age. Your face is pretty and your large tits are sexy."
I giggled, "Be careful. Your woman will be back soon. If she hears you talking about me this way, she might get upset."
"You are wrong. When we first entered the jacuzzi, you floated with your eyes closed. Mercy chose to sit near you and claimed you had a terrific set of tits. I agreed."
"You two are very open minded, aren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am. We think that if you really love somebody, you should not hide your feelings or thoughts."