They checked into The Ritz-Carlton after their flight to New Orleans the next morning, the Maison Orleans Suite, Penny pleased to see that it had only a single king-sized bed and that it was very spacious.
"We don't have to meet our client until 2pm," Grant said. "Why don't we go for a walk and get some lunch? We're right on the edge of the French Quarter and there's some world-class food here."
Even though it was early in the day, Penny was surprised to see how many tourists there were thronging the streets of the French Quarter. They came upon Mr. B's Bistro on Royal Street and Grant informed her that it was famous for its barbequed shrimp, so they went in and got a table. After perusing the menu, they both ordered jumbo lump crabcakes, made from Louisiana blue crab with peppers and onions, served with a ravigote sauce and a small salad of mixed greens, then the barbequed Gulf shrimp, served in the shells in a peppery butter sauce. Even though they had a meeting, they opted to try a bottle of R Lopez de Heredia Vina Tondonia Gran Reserva rosé wine from the Rioja region of Spain that the server recommended as being perfectly matched with their meal.
Returning to their hotel after lunch, they both reviewed their notes and were prepared when they got a call from the front desk to advise them that Mr. Hill had arrived. Penny was unprepared for his appearance, tall at 6'2", with longer, wavy grey hair and startling blue eyes. After introducing themselves, they all took seats in the suite's comfortable living room.
"Mr. Hill, we're aware of the basic facts of your situation, but I'd like to learn the details of how things progressed to this point, if you don't mind," Grant said. "What was your marriage like before things changed and then how and why did things change?"
"Well, it was never a typical marriage," Mr. Hill began. "Gladys came from old Louisiana money and I was a newly minted professor who had just published a book that had been very well received. I was well aware that she was marrying beneath herself, socio-economically speaking, but I loved her and she loved me. Sex was an important part of that. Gladys was always ready for sex, eagerly so."
"And you not?" Grant asked.
"Well, sure, but it always struck me as incongruous considering her background that she'd be such a sexual person," Mr. Hill replied. "I don't know how to say it without using indelicate language," he said, smiling at Penny.
"Mr. Hill, I can assure you that I'm not a blushing virgin and that I very seriously doubt that you're going to say anything that I haven't heard before," Penny assured him, smiling. "And if you do, well, I'm always happy to learn."
"You're a lot like Gladys was at your age," Mr. Hill said. "Gladys loved oral sex, both giving and receiving. And she had a particular fondness for anal sex. As I said, our sex lives were very dynamic."
"Did that change?" Grant asked.
"As we grew older, it seemed to me as though our passions waned as well," Mr. Hill replied, nodding. "I assumed that it was a natural part of aging. I was happy with my work and with whatever time I spent with Gladys. We weren't sexless, it was just less often and less intense. That's why I was surprised when she mentioned at dinner one evening that she missed the days when we were passionate about each other, taking every opportunity to have sex, that she wished that we could recapture that."
"We talked about it and we both made an effort to increase the frequency of our sex, but it wasn't the same. We knew each other far too well. It became almost formulaic. Then one night after we had had sex, she asked me if I had ever thought about swinging. I had no idea what that was and she had to explain it to me. I was pretty stunned, not so much at the idea, but that she knew of it and that she was actually suggesting that we see what it was about as a way to spice up our sex lives."
"I told her that her happiness was of paramount importance to me and that if she thought that that was something that she wanted to see about, that I had no objections. I never thought for a moment that she'd have the nerve to actually do anything like that. Perhaps a week later, she told me about the 60+ Club, a social club for people over 60 who were into swinging. I remember laughing at the very idea that such a club existed, but agreed to go with her to see what it was like."
"At first, it seemed like any other social club, couples, and a lot of singles, having drinks and hors d'oeuvres and conversing. There were about 20-30 people, white, Black, Creole, Hispanic, Asian, a nice cross-section of society, and from varying economic situations. We met the president of the club and her husband and explained our particular circumstance. They were very understanding and explained that what we were going through wasn't the least bit uncommon, that that was why the 60+ Club had been established. They informed us that the more intimate part of the party would begin shortly and that we were welcome to stay, to observe or to join in, as we chose."
"At 10:00, the tables and chairs were cleared away and mattresses that had been stacked against the walls were pulled down onto the floor. Then people started undressing. It was all quite surreal to me, but I could feel Gladys' hand sweating as I held it while we watched people getting down on the mattresses and starting to have sex. Gladys never said a thing and we just stood to the side watching. We saw pretty much every permutation of heterosexual and same-sex sex happening, and people changing partners. When the party started to break up around midnight, we thanked them for allowing us to be there and promised to let them know what we thought and felt about the whole thing after we had discussed it."
"We had the best sex in years when we got home. Gladys was especially wild. She wore me out. When we talked about it, I was more than a little bit surprised when she said that she'd like to go there again and possibly participate. I was quite at a loss for what to say. My feelings were unsettled, to say the least. It had been exciting to watch, but I wasn't sure how I felt about participating. I didn't object morally or ethically, it was more a fear of the unknown, crossing a line into a so-called forbidden world of sin. We're both southern Baptists, so we've had the evils of sin pounded into our brains our whole lives. When I pointed that out to Gladys, she told me that she hadn't seen anything that she considered sinful, which shocked me, but that she had seen a lot of happiness and joy."
"I didn't want to summarily pour cold water on something that obviously interested her, so I agreed to return to the 60+ Club with her - we had learned that they had meetings every evening - with the caveat of not committing to participating, but accepting that one or both of us might opt to do so. We went the following evening and this time met some of the other people in the hour of socializing before the fun started. Everyone that we talked to seemed excited about having people who had never participated in swinging before taking their first steps into that world."
"When 10:00 arrived, the room was cleared and the mattresses pulled down onto the floor. I wasn't sure what to do when everyone started undressing, but seeing Gladys doing so made up my mind for me and I undressed also. I could tell that Gladys was excited. She has large breasts with small pale nipples and they were hard and sticking out. I could also see that she was wet. Almost immediately a man invited her to join him on one of the mattresses. Even though I knew that it was a possibility, I was still shocked when I saw her lying on top of him sucking him while he ate her. When she turned and mounted him, we were looking at one another. I saw her mouth and eyes open wide as she lowered herself onto him, then began fucking him, never losing eye contact with me."
"I started getting excited as I watched her and I got hard. The next thing I knew, some woman was kneeling in front of me, sucking on me. When I looked up to see if Gladys had noticed, I saw a big smile on her face. I was pretty nervous about everything and overly excited and came pretty quickly. When I looked over to see if Gladys had noticed, I saw her once again on top of the man sucking him. It was obvious to me that he was cumming. I knew that that was Gladys' favorite part of sex and wasn't at all surprised to see her swallowing. I could also see her from behind, the man that she was sucking sliding a couple of fingers in and out of her."
"I felt like I was in a daze. I watched her with two more men, the last of them Black, which really surprised me. I had heard her use inappropriate, disparaging language in the past when referring to Black people. I was even more surprised when he got up from on top of her and saw that he had cum in her. I think that she was surprised, too, because she reached down between her legs and then stared at his cum on her fingers before sucking on them. The party started to wind down and we got dressed and went home."
"When we got home, I was astonished that Gladys wanted more. I had only had that one encounter, so I was ready. Gladys had always preferred for me to eat her before fucking her, but I hesitated, remembering the sight of the three men fucking her, then the last one cumming in her. I had eaten her many a time after fucking her, but never after cumming in her, which wasn't often. Gladys always preferred to suck me when I was ready to cum. But I didn't want to spoil her mood - it had been quite a while since I had seen her so happy - so I ate her. She was wetter than she had been in years and I was surprised that she tasted just as good as ever. When we finally fucked, it was intense, really intense, the best I could remember."
"And Gladys was clearly happy, deliriously so. She even woke me once during the night for another round. I had to teach classes the next morning, but while we ate breakfast, she couldn't stop talking about what a wonderful time that she had had and how she couldn't wait to do it again. I hadn't particularly loved the experience, but I hadn't hated it, either. It was still too new and very surreal to me that such a thing existed. But we went to the 60+ Club that night and every night for the next few weeks. Gladys would have anywhere from three to six different men each time and I even relaxed enough to enjoy myself with some of the other women. But always when we got home, I'd eat her, then fuck her. I realized that she needed the assurance that what we were doing was okay and that I still loved her. As often as not, one or more of the men that she fucked would cum in her and I even got used to eating her that way. One thing that I learned in the world of swinging is that you can get used to anything."
"Then one night I saw Gladys on her hands and knees being fucked from behind, then lean down to eat the pussy of a woman. I don't know why that shocked me so much, but it did, and she clearly loved it. After that, she'd regularly eat other women, even the ones I had just fucked. She particularly liked to suck me when I was ready to cum after fucking some other woman, while at the same time being fucked from behind by some other man."
"This went on for a few months. Then she started suggesting that I try sucking a man's cock, that if I'd eat her and the other women after they had been fucked, that it shouldn't be that big a deal. She also pointed out the number of other men who were doing it. Now, I had never considered doing anything of the sort in my life, though I can't say that I hadn't wondered what it was like after watching other men doing it. They seemed to enjoy it just as much as any woman I had seen sucking a cock. Gladys finally convinced me to try it and I did, sucking the cock of the man fucking her for a few seconds when he'd pull it from her pussy. I did it a few times and realized that it wasn't really that big a deal, that it was more the idea of it that had bothered me. Until he came in my mouth. Then I sort of freaked out, coughing and choking, but I couldn't stop him from cumming in my mouth. His hand was on my head, holding me in place. When he finally finished and released me, Gladys was kissing me and licking the cum from my face, telling me how exciting it had been to see."
"It hadn't been so terrible, it was the surprise of him suddenly cumming that freaked me out," Mr. Hill explained. "After that, Gladys continued to implore me to do it again, always to the guy fucking her, and I did, a couple of times each evening. After a couple of weeks, it stopped being anything but fun. I enjoyed it, especially tasting her on a man's cock. And I was really surprised to find that I actually liked the taste of cum, some more than others. The feeling of a cock pulsing on my tongue excited me. I even started sucking the cocks of other men who weren't fucking Gladys."
