It was Sunday morning and Julia Willoughby had been out to the stables for an early morning ride. She had hoped it would have taken the edge off her sexual frustration but it, in fact, just heightened it.
Julia was a respected lawyer and married to Tom who was an International Financier. They were both successful in their own right and it showed in the houses they owned and the cars they drove.
Julia was tall, slim with 36C breasts, a flat stomach due to not having children and had a peachy bottom. At 49 years of age she was a very attractive woman with piercing blue eyes, full red lips and a gorgeous white smile. She had short blonde hair and kept herself fit by twice weekly yoga and swimming.
Her husband Tom was a tad over 6 feet tall, good looking in a boyish kind of way. He was 52 with a lean body that he kept that way by playing squash and cycling.
As she was climbing out of her car her next door neighbour Joan Martin had arrived with her eighteen year old daughter, Claire. Claire was dressed in her school hockey outfit so Julia assumed her mother had been to watch her play.
Joan was a rich widow, her husband had died in a sailing accident nearly two years ago. She was in her late 30's and incredibly attractive with shoulder length blonde hair and a slim but busty figure.
'Good morning Julia,' Joan cried. Julia walked over to say hello.
They chatted for a while before Julia turned to Claire.
'What a beautiful young woman you are turning into,' she said. Claire coyly thanked her. Claire was in her last term at school and was indeed a beautiful girl. She was tall and slim with good sized breasts, long legs and curly blonde hair that reached her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes and a lovely smile.
Julia and Ann chatted a little more and Julia became aware of Claire checking her out.
Julia felt she looked resplendent in her tight cream jodhpurs and starched white blouse along with her knee length riding boots. 'Maybe it's the riding crop I have in my hand,' imagined Julia dreamily. Julia had always enjoyed girls as well as men.
Joan was just telling Julia about the twenty mile sponsored walk Claire was about to do when she heard her house phone ringing and rushed off to answer it.
'Bring your sponsor sheet over and I'll sponsor you,' said Julia to Claire before walking towards her own house.
Five minutes later there was a knock on her door and she saw Claire standing there with her sponsor form.
'Good, she's not changed out of her hockey kit,' thought Julia.
She led the young girl into the lounge and smiled to herself when she saw Claire's eyes dart to the crop lying on the coffee table.
'Sit down Claire,' she said. Claire sat on the sofa and Julia joined her. She took the sponsor form and pledged a pound a mile to the delight of Claire who once again glanced over at the horse whip.
'Scary isn't it?' asked Julia. 'If it encourages a horse just think what it could do to a girl's bottom!'
Claire blushed and stammered her goodbyes.
A week later Joan popped over to tell Julia that she was going away for a few days and would be gone from Saturday morning until Wednesday afternoon.
The way she was quite giddy with excitement fueled Julia's curiosity.
'I've not seen you so excited in ages,' said Julia, 'Are you going somewhere nice?'
'Oh I hope you don't think too bad of me Julia,' she replied. 'But I'm going to meet a man. A much younger man. I met him in one of the more expensive art galleries in town and he took me for a coffee. I've had dinner with him a couple of times but now he has invited me to stay with him in the South of France. He has a place in Juan les Pins and a boat moored in the harbour at Monte Carlo.'
'Wow!' exclaimed Julia. Lucky you.'
'You don't think it's too soon after Richard's death do you?' Joan asked.
'Good God no!' said Julia. 'Go and have fun.'
She asked Julia if she could keep an eye on Claire for her.
Julie said she would and added to herself that it would be a pleasure.
The following Saturday evening Julia could hear loud music and even louder voices coming from next door. Her husband Tom was away on one of his frequent work trips abroad so she couldn't send him round to tell them to keep the noise down so she went upstairs to the rear bedroom window and could see people mingling in the back garden next door.
Claire was outside talking and laughing with friends, some girls were dancing and cajoling some boys to join them who were standing back drinking beer.
Julia thought it was harmless enough so wandered back downstairs, poured herself another glass of wine and turned the sound of her television up.
By midnight Julia was ready for bed but before retiring she again peered out of her back bedroom window. The music was lower by now and there didn't seem to be as many people at the party.
As she gazed into next doors garden she saw a couple, a boy and a girl, behind a hedge out of sight of the house but in front of Julia's window giving her an excellent view of the girl on her knees with the boy's rock hard cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down to the young man's delight. He must have been close to orgasm as he took her head in her hands and pistoned in and out of her mouth for a few seconds before flinging his head back and filling her mouth with his cum. Julia laughed as the girl coughed and choked then slapped the boy hard on the face and stormed off.
Julia went into the bathroom and cleaned off her make up, cleaned her teeth and put on her silk pajamas ready for bed.
She thought she would have one last peek out of the back window.
She gasped when she saw Claire kissing one of her girlfriends passionately at the back of the house.
'Hmm, interesting,' she thought.
The next thing Claire got down on her knees and the other girl lifted her dress and pulled her panties to one side.
'Oh God,' thought Julia as Claire pushed her face between the girl's thighs and started to pleasure her.
Claire licked and sucked the young girls pussy until the girl grabbed Claire by the hair, pulling her tightly into her pussy then threw her head back as a huge orgasm hit her.
Julia went straight to bed and slipped two fingers inside herself and with her free hand pinched her nipples. 'Oh I wish Tom was here,' she thought.
They didn't have an open marriage but their idea was that if an opportunity was too good to miss then they shouldn't miss it as long as they told each other about it.
Tom was often away on work related trips and had many a dalliance with a few of his clients secretaries. Her favourite story was of the time he fucked his client's wife.
Tom had flown to Texas to finalise a deal that he had worked on for weeks. He had spoken to his client Donald Beider on Skype many times but he wanted to meet him in person to complete the signing of the contract. Donald was in his early sixties but looked older. Average height, balding with a paunch. He was also an extremely rich oil man.
When Tom had reclaimed his luggage and strode out of Dallas/Forth Worth airport there was a driver to greet him and take him to his overnight hotel where he showered and changed into his grey suit for the meeting. The driver then took him to Mr Beider's home.
The journey took over two hours before they pulled into the drive of a huge white painted house on the outskirts of the city. It was away from the main highway and surrounded by a huge fence. Trees lined the drive all the way from the gate to the house. The driver opened the electric gates and drove up to the front door.
The driver opened the car door for Tom and then escorted him into the house. Once inside he could see Mr Beider walking towards him down the long hall.
'Tom, great to meet you at last,' greeted Mr Beider.
'Likewise,' replied Tom.
'Come into the kitchen. We can have a beer and go over the paperwork.' said Donald.
They sat sharing a cold beer when into the kitchen walked a stunning blonde women. Tom reckoned she was in her early thirties, tall with large breasts that never moved when she walked. She was wearing a tight white dress and white heels.
'Hi y'all,' she said as she walked over to Tom and Donald.