“Yeah, yeah,” Tori said with a pointed finger, knowing Patrick too well… possibly better than he himself did. Most of her fantasies included discovering first hand… literally.. what he had down below, and using it in her long-neglected pussy, or even in her never-been-plundered asshole.
“I’m just surprised to hear all this coming from you ladies,” he said, trying to change the subject, embarrassed to be caught.
“It’s 2020,” Christine pointed out. “If we want to, women can be just as wicked and kinky as men these days… and even have our fun without being forced to wear a scarlet letter.”
“Hey, I’m all for women exploring their fantasies,” he said, “I’m just surprised to read about them doing it in such submissive male-dominated ways.”
“Very like Anastasia, when we’re in the mood, we just want a man who can take charge,” Tori said, looking directly at Patrick, as if challenging him to do just that.
“Think you could do that for us if we asked?” Tracy asked him, stepping way out of her established character, but drawn into the conversation and wishing to look less like a prude.
“I plead the Fifth,” Patrick said, raising both hands in the air.
“What I plead is to be taken charge of and dominated,” Tori said wickedly, the wine and the conversation going to her head and her loins.
“Is that bad boy at school still flirting with you?” Christine asked.
Tori nodded, thinking of Kevin, a bad boy with tattoos, who she’d heard while accidentally eavesdropping on a couple of cheerleaders, was very well endowed. “Yeah, he’s getting more blatant every time he speaks to me. I’m just relieved that so far he’s restricted his come-ons to times and places nobody else can listen in.”
“I bet he’d know how to make you beg,” Christine speculated, as she imagined her buxom boss Maggie, who was quite a bitch, but a hot bitch, doing the same to her… she’d eagerly allow herself to be collared and led around by a leash wearing nothing but stockings and stilettos.
Tori smiled, “Right now if he ordered me, I’d bend over my desk and let him pound me from behind,” Tori said, that easily being the most outrageous thing she’d ever said at these book club meetings.
“Tori!” Tracy gasped.
“Tracy! You’d do the same with that personal trainer of yours,” Tori countered.
Christine added, “I bet he could personally train you, all right.”
“Is that how you lost all that weight, tight buns?” Tori teased.
“You two are so bad,” Tracy blushed, for even though the friendly accusation wasn’t the case in actual fact, the idea of that fit younger trainer fucking her was something she’d been fantasizing off and on ever since she started working out with him… at first he didn’t show her much interest in her other than training a fat person, although he was always sweet, but she knew he now found her attractive. But fuckable? Perhaps.
“Notice she’s not denying it,” Tori said.
“I definitely haven’t had that sort of workout,” Tracy said, feeling the burning in her cheeks as she was drawn into the group’s naughtiness and added, “although it’s likely I wouldn’t reject his advances if he made any.”
“You slut,” Tori teased.
“Takes one to know one,” Tracy countered.
“I wish this old married lady could be a slut,” Tori said.
“And don’t think we’ve forgotten about you,” Christine said, turning to the very silent (and in awe) Patrick… living vicariously through these three women’s wild fantasies.
“Yeah stud, have you done anything with that hot new neighbour of yours?” Tori asked.
“I bet she’d show you some pretty crazy moves,” Christine added.
“The stripper?” Tracy asked.
“The lady in question is an exotic dancer,” Patrick corrected stiffly, as Erica, his beautiful, friendly, black neighbour had described herself when they’d first met.
“Sorry, she’s an erotic dancer and a lady,” Tori said, deliberately getting it wrong. “Made any headway?” She then giggled, clearly tipsy, “Headway, get it?”
“Yeah, you’re punny,” Christine said, shaking her head.
“I know,” Tori said, continuing to laugh.
“We’ve just been chatting,” Patrick explained, for although he found her incredibly attractive, she was also twenty years younger than he… but unbeknownst to her, she always wore Patrick’s kryptonite… nylons… something few women did nowadays… something his late wife had done almost every day they’d been together.
“I think it’s time for you to get back on that horse,” Christine advised.
“And go for a good ride,” Tori added.
“Ignore them Patrick, but I do think you’re ready to at least dip your toes back in the dating pool,” Tracy said.
“I don’t know, just the thought of it exhausts me,” he said. “I don’t know if it’s true for you ladies, but for a man it can be very unsettling… you never know where you stand, and there are all these unwritten rules I’ve never read.”
“It’s true for me too,” Tracy nodded, understanding completely, and she hadn’t even had her spouse up and die on her, although sometimes she wished he had.
“So it’s decided: you two will get back in the game,” Tori declared.
“The three of us,” Tracy said, gesturing at Christine.
“All right. If you two do, I will too,” Christine agreed.
“Shit, then I’ll be the only one of us not getting fucked,” Tori complained.
“So Iet’s broaden our book discussion tonight, and each of us share something we’ve never shared with anyone before. Something that turns us on,” Christine proposed.
“Cool,” Tori said, jealous that these three could all play the field… even though the idea of cheating had been growing more and more appealing with each neglected month.
“I’ll go first,” Christine said. “I’ll even give you three. One, having my ear kissed and licked. Two, having someone look me in the eyes, put their hands on my shoulders, and forcefully guide me to my knees. Three, and this is a pretty new one, licking a pussy.”
“Oh my,” Tori said and then joked, “I may have one of those available for you.”
“Perhaps some day,” Christine smiled, thinking Tori would likely be a wild one in the bedroom.