Summary: Three girls and a guy have a night to remember.
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Tori, Christine, Patrick and Tracy had formed a book club together, and had been meeting every Thursday night for the past ten years. In addition to discussing the books they read together, they’d also steadfastly supported each other through the ups and downs of life, since each of them had enjoyed their own times of happiness, as well as facing periods of anguish and disappointment.
Tori’s history was quite a common one for a woman who’d just turned forty. She was still very pretty and had been called a MILF more than once, including by some of her college students, and recently quite bluntly by a hot student who was clearly very attracted to her… and who had even fleshed out the words of the acronym just last week, by remaining after class for a moment to quietly tell her point blank she was the professor he’d most like to fuck, before sauntering out of the classroom, obviously not expecting a reply… yet. She was married, but that spark had died long ago, and they hadn’t had sex in years, although they still lived together while no longer really loving each other, because their youngest was still at home… a senior at her high school. Her husband openly admitted to watching porn to get himself off (not to their daughter of course), and unbeknownst to him she did as well…. although she preferred reading erotica first to get herself close, and then watching some nasty porn to bring herself to her own money shot… her favourite theme being a younger man seducing and giving an older woman very like herself the fucking she so badly longed for.
Christine was thirty-eight, recently divorced (mutually amicable, since she couldn’t have kids and eventually he really wanted to and no, an adopted child just wouldn’t be the same). She worked at a bank, and after years of ignoring her increasing attraction to women, especially to her boss… she was gradually coming to accept she was more than just a little curious about ‘visiting across the street’, so to speak.
Patrick, the lone male of the clique (‘clique’ in the best sense, they weren’t at all snooty), was a forty-five-year-old widower who hadn’t dated at all since his wife had passed away five years ago from cancer. The three ladies had been solidly in his corner to help him through the grieving process. He owned his own fitness center, and was thus in amazing shape and incredibly dashing for his age… even though he wasn’t remotely interested in diving back into the dating pool. The girls had purchased him a fleshlight a couple years ago as a gag birthday present (which he’d found more interesting than humorous and told them so), and he’d found that online porn combined with his toy had kept him sexually satisfied… for the most part… although obviously he missed the intimacy of being romantic and close with another person… he simply wasn’t sure he could ever go there again.
Fourth and last, Tracy had been a substantially overweight woman when she’d walked in on her husband drilling their slim, younger, hotter college babysitter in the garage. She initially blamed herself for her husband’s cheating, even though her three book club friends eventually managed to convince her that excuses be damned, an asshole is just an asshole. Regardless, she’d spent the year since the incident (which had culminated in a divorce just three weeks ago) in losing all that extra weight, and now a full hundred pounds lighter, she was an absolute knockout… something she’d never been before… not even back in high school.
Lately, each sexually frustrated club member having spent the past three book club meetings reading and discussing some rather edgy sexual books, including the now over-touted Fifty Shades of Grey first book of a series, they were beginning to become much franker in their discussions.
Patrick asked, having found the relationship depicted in the book rather over the top, “Do women really want to be dominated like that?”
Tori, who was a natural submissive who’d been a wild slut in her younger days, said a little too excitedly, a half bottle of wine having washed away any conservative thoughts of propriety, “Fuck, yeah.”
Christine was a submissive too, and had enjoyed being tied up more than once, “When I’m in the mood, I do. Just freely giving in to someone, and allowing your carnal lust to take over, and not forcing yourself to follow the inane values of today’s society is pretty liberating.”
“I don’t know,” Tracy said, having never been comfortable about her body, and even though she was now enjoying the attention of many men (something she’d never experienced before)… she wasn’t really interested in following through with any of them. Or at least not until these naughty stories had rekindled her long neglected and almost completely forgotten sex drive… one that in her youth had been very intense.
Tori teased, “Oh, you just need to get laid by some young stud who can rekindle that fire inside you.”
“Yeah, you must have some hot guys at the gym who’d be more than willing to ignite your fire,” Christine added, her own pussy on fire right now as she secretly admired Tracy’s new look. (Secretly because she hadn’t yet admitted her burgeoning across-the-street leanings to anyone.)
“Well, I do get a lot of looks now,” Tracy admitted, and she’d be lying if she said that after her entire life of being largely ignored not just by her husband but by most men, she didn’t find her new appeal exciting.
“So for instance, you’d allow a man to tie you up?” Patrick asked nobody in particular, just the room, having found the novel hot, yet incredibly far-fetched. No woman he’d ever met had even remotely hinted at anything a tiny bit like that. He’d loved his wife and she him, but their sex life had been entirely missionary except on a few crazy nights, usually when she’d had a bit to drink, she would ride him. Big wow. He would never have dreamed of even suggesting they try any of those things described in that book.
“Or to be collared and led around on my hands and knees like a pet,” Tori said, finishing the wine, the idea of being treated like that (especially by that sexy student who still hadn’t received any sort of answer from her) really turned her on. It would be such a polar opposite of her image as a teacher, of her image as a wife, and of her image as a parent.
“Been there, done that,” Christine said with a wicked smile.
“No way you have!” Tracy objected, Christine seeming way too opinionated and controlling to allow anything like that.
“Oh Tracy,” Christine said, hinting at her own curiosity to explore some same sex playing, “appearances can be very deceiving.”
This discussion was really turning Patrick on, yet he still couldn’t process these women… or any women… permitting such treatment, especially in 2020. He said, shaking his head as he slyly adjusted his dick, “I just can’t believe women today would allow some guy to do stuff like that to them.”
“Yet the idea is turning you on isn’t it, Mr. Grey?” Tori teased, having noticed Patrick adjusting himself. She’d always wondered what kind of package he was concealing beneath his clothes… and in her private fantasies, it was a big one.
“What? No,” Patrick said, his knee-jerk response only making it obvious he was lying… he’d always been a terrible liar.