Next morning, after breakfast, I prepared a text for the other cougars.
Hi, it's Liz. Everyone has confirmed availability, so I'm suggesting Tuesday, at seven-thirty, for our first Cougars and Cubs meeting. Please confirm.
By the time I left the office for another lunchtime meeting with Jane -- my suggestion this time -- all of the other cougars had responded in the affirmative, so I sent them all another text message confirming the meeting.
Once again, Jane and I got our coffee-to-go and Danish and went over to the little park. Once we'd finished eating and dumped the wrappers in the trash can, I took from my purse a printout of Matt's spreadsheet and opened it so that Jane could read it.
"Matt prepared this last night," I said. "He said the only way to get everybody their weekly shot of sex was by having two parallel schedules. The first has you, me, Mary and Molly, and the four boys, on a three week rotation, see?" and I pointed out the change of partners over the three week cycle, "but Eloise has a separate schedule, with a four week cycle. What it means is that over those four weeks, one of the four boys has to perform twice one week in four. I don't anticipate any of the boys protesting. Given those schedule, each week every one of we five cougars gets a cock in our pussy that doesn't belong to our own son. What do you think?"
Jane studied the printout for a few minutes, then turned to me with a smile. "I think that should work fine," she said. She grinned. "I'm looking forward to my first encounter with a cock that isn't Tony's or Matt's."
"Any thoughts on what to do? I mean, are you planning to be naked under a robe? Have your lover for the night undress you? Undress for them? What?"
Jane grinned. "I haven't thought that far ahead, but one thing I do know. I want some sexier underwear than I wear normally for undressing moments, whether I'm being undressed or stripping for my lover of the day."
"Good thinking! Victoria's Secret? What time do they close tonight?"
"I think most of the shops in that mall close at six on a Monday."
"Meet you at five and we'll go and get ourselves some new scanties?"
"Yes!"
That was a fun trip, and Jane and I were both giggling like fools as we examined some of the items, but common sense prevailed and I ended up with a half-cup bra in green lace, with trim in a darker shade of green, a matching thong, well, two actually, and a garter belt in the same shades of green. I added a couple of pairs of dark tan stockings, which I thought might go well with my naturally pale skin, a consequence of my auburn hair, I think. I knew a few other pale-skinned redheads
Jane, a brunette, picked a similar outfit, but in pink trimmed with black, with black stockings.
"I think the boys will enjoy seeing us in these," said Jane, as we headed back to our cars, "but Tony sees them first. I'll model them for him tonight."
"Good thinking, girlfriend. I think Matt might enjoy seeing me in my outfit, too. And I was just thinking. I have a shortie robe, in almost exactly the same shade of green. Sex nights outfit, sorted!"
Jane regarded me thoughtfully. "Let me get this straight. On the night that one of the boys comes round to have sex with you, you plan to greet him in a shortie robe, with your new underwear underneath."
"That's the plan, yes. You think it's a mistake?"
"No, I think it's a great idea. I'll need to get myself a new short robe, though."
"You can do that tomorrow. The Cougars and Cubs night isn't until tomorrow, so you have time."
"I don't know if I'll be able to find a pink robe, but I can certainly get a black one. After work tomorrow?"
I shook my head. "I'll need to get home and sort the place out for our meeting tomorrow night. Lunch time?"
"Why not?"
"But for now, let's head home."
It was a quiet evening, but at about ten o'clock I turned to Matt. "Matt, honey?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"I bought some new scanties for our Cougars and Cubs nights, and I want your opinion. I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?"
"Okay, Mom. Do you want photographs?"
"Why not?"
"Okay, Mom, the camera and I will await your return with interest.."
It didn't take long to strip off my working clothes and regular underwear and don my new green ensemble. I didn't bother with the garter belt as the stockings I'd chosen had elasticated lace tops and were generally self-supporting. If I was planning to wear them all day I'd probably wear the garter belt, too, but for my evening assignments, I thought they'd be okay without. I donned my green shortie robe and slipped my feet into a pair of high-heeled mules, then made my slightly careful way back downstairs.
I'd closed the sitting room door when I went upstairs, so, careful that Matt didn't see me, I cracked open the door and called out to him. "Matt, honey? Close your eyes and do a slow count to twenty, please, okay?"
"Okay, Mom. One ... two ... three ... "
I quickly entered the sitting room and moved to stand before him. His eyes were closed, and I waited as he finished his count.
" ... seventeen ... eighteen ... nineteen ... twenty." His eyes opened, he saw me, and a broad smile crossed his face.
"Is this your Cub seduction outfit?"
"It is, yes. What do you think of it?" I said, and slowly opened the shortie robe, shrugged it back off my shoulders to fall in a heap on the carpet, then did a slow twirl.
"Mom, that outfit is sinsational," he said, emphasizing the 'sin'.
"Glad you like it, son. Do you think the other cubs will like it?"
"If they don't, there's something wrong with them, Mom. That outfit would give a eunuch an erection!"
"Glad you like it. I'll take it off again for the moment. Our meeting tomorrow night should tell me when I wear it first for action, but I wanted you to see it before the other cubs."
"Much appreciated, Mom, you look fucking awesome in it. Tell you something, though. If I were you, I'd keep the stockings on when you undress. There's something about the feel of a woman's legs in stockings wrapped around a guy as he fucks her that is just sublime."
"Thanks, son, I'll bear that in mind. I think I'll head for bed. Coming?"
He grinned. "Not yet, but soon!" It turned out to be an accurate prophecy and by eleven fifteen we were asleep in each other's arms."
Lunch break next day found me and Jane at the mall again, searching for a short robe for her. She was lucky. At our third stop she found one in black with pink trim, and bought it.
"See you at seven-thirty," I said as we headed back to our respective offices.
"See you then."
I stopped at the mini-mart on the way home and got two six-packs of beer. I still had four bottles of wine, so I guessed I had enough. Most of Sunday's nibbles were left and after Matt and I finished our evening meal, I filled the bowls again. I turned to Matt.
"Honey, will you fetch those four folding camp chairs from the garage, please?"
"Sure thing, Mom."
By seven-fifteen, I reckoned that everything was ready, and relaxed on the couch. Matt took one of the folding chairs.
"Chair okay?" I asked.
"Surprisingly comfortable," he said, with a smile. I glanced at my watch. Seven twenty-five. Just then, the doorbell rang, and moments later I was greeting a smiling Jane, Natalie and Tony.
"Come on in, folks. I think I see some of the others coming."
I had, and by seven thirty-five, everyone had arrived. The four boys took the folding chairs, Molly and Mary took the two armchairs, and Jane, Natalie, Eloise and I sat on the couch. There had been a bit of embarrassment obvious as we gathered, but everyone seemed happy to be there.
"Okay, gang," I said, "we all know why we're here. To arrange a rota that will give us older ladies a regular supply of sexual encounters after years without. Matt, bless him, has spent some time with a spreadsheet and has come up with the conclusion that we need two rotas. The first one is for me, Jane, Molly and Mary, and you four boys. Have you got the print-outs, honey?" Matt nodded, and brandished a wad of papers. "Pass them out, please. As you can see, folks, we eight are on a three week cycle." I turned to Eloise. "You, Eloise, are on a separate four-week cycle, which will need to be on a different day to the rest of us, as each of the boys will have to take turns at coming to you, and in that particular week will have to be prepared to satisfy two of us women. Can I assume you guys are okay with that?" Four nods, and murmurs of agreement from the four boys. "Now, any questions?"
There was a buzz of conversational comments, but no direct questions at first, then Mary spoke up.
"Are we planning to have a particular night each week?"
"That was my thinking, yes, but there's nothing to stop the two people involved changing it to a different night by mutual agreement between themselves. My original thinking was Wednesday. No particular reason, but midweek seemed like a good idea. You, Eloise, can negotiate with your partner of the week for whichever alternate night of the week suits you both."
"Before we go any further, Liz," said Molly, "can I just say that I'd like to offer a vote of thanks to Matt for his work on this schedule." There was a murmur of agreement and a spattering of applause, with a murmured 'Thank you' from Matt. Then Molly spoke up again.
"When are we starting? And do we agree on Wednesday?"
"Let's start tomorrow," said Mary, with a feral grin." She glanced at the printout she was holding. "Does that suit you, Matt? You're marked for my first week."
Matt grinned. "Absolutely, Mary, if we're starting tomorrow?"
"Why not? I said. "Show of hands, please -- whoever votes yes to the Carrvale Cougar Club starting operations tomorrow, please raise your hand." Unanimous, including Natalie, who hadn't said a word yet.
Eloise raised her hand. "Yes, Eloise?"
"First week has Matt coming to me. Is Friday okay for you, Matt? I'm busy, Thursday."
"Friday is fine," said Matt.
"Other weeks I'll expect my bedmate on a Thursday, so just turn up when it's your turn, guys. I'll contact you direct if I need to change the night. Which prompts the thought that we should all have each other's cell number."
"Good thinking," I said. I picked up the notebook and pencil from the coffee table and held it up. "Could you all jot your name and cell phone number in here. Matt, honey? When everyone has put their number down, can you type it up on your computer and print a copy for each of us? It should only take you a few minutes."
"Sure thing, Mom."
"Now, gang. In the dining room, you'll find nibbles. There's also beer for the guys and a choice of Merlot or Chardonnay for the ladies. Please, help yourselves as soon as you've jotted your cell number down." I glanced at my own copy of the schedule. Ah, yes. Tony.
