Mature Sex club

[rangeela]

All credit to original writer
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"What do you mean, 'I'd probably qualify.' You mean to have sex with some stranger in your 'secret club?'" The sarcasm in my tone of voice was palpable.

My friend Megan Cook had just shocked and aroused me, but then openly talking about sex usually does that to me, and I'd probably just shocked her. I feigned shock, but secretly hoped she'd continue. I glanced around at the other outdoor tables at Starbucks, but no one else was paying any attention to us.

Megan was on the plus side of sixty, and I was only a couple of years away from that birthday. We neither looked nor felt like we were aging. We had been blessed with the kind of genetics that made us look at least twenty years younger, and at a quick glance on good days we looked thirty years younger. When I was out with my twenty-seven year old daughter, we were sometimes referred to as sisters, remarks that did wonders for my ego and self-image.

While our natural hair color would have been a start on salt and pepper, we had become dishwater blonds, a hair color that gave us a natural look and added to our youth. Our skin remained soft and unwrinkled, well, except for around my eyes a little. We were thin, exercised regularly, had curves in mostly the right places and then some, ate right, and if I say so myself looked sexy. Megan was a divorcee, and I was a widow.

I guess as a pair, we'd found the fountain of youth. Megan talked about how we were resilient, resourceful, and had a young attitude all the time. I knew I didn't think anything like what I thought I would at fifty-seven when I'd been much younger. I felt youthful and vigorous. I also felt horny, a condition I thought women over forty ceased to experience.

Megan explained about her Club in a lowered voice, "Well, it's not a secret organization, but we do try to keep our name out of the news, in part because there would be so many people who would want to join that don't qualify."

I gestured with my hand for her to say more. I'd started to smile at the idea of this special dating club of hers where sex had some kind of primary role.

Megan laughed and whispered, "We call it the OPALS Club, but for a long time we went without a name and we just referred to our group as The Club. OPALS stands for Older People Actively Loving Sex. Basically, it's an over fifty-five club of nice men and women like you who still feel sexually active and vital, and who want to meet similarly inclined people for discrete but satisfying sex. Oh, lots of other stuff happens too: kayak trips, theater nights, concert trips, and one group even flew out to Las Vegas for a long weekend. There's stuff like that going on all the time too."

I said to Megan in a hushed tone, "So my remark a few minutes ago about feeling horny most of the time qualified me?" I thought most of the world was horny all the time, so why would that alone qualify me for some exclusive club. Could you be sleeping and horny at the same time? Based on some of my dreams, I guessed the answer was a solid 'yes.'

Megan said, "Oh, no. While sex is one of the main focal points of the Club, there are a lot of other qualifications, and from what I know about you I think you'd be a welcome member."

Megan and I had met on the board of a local charitable organization when we put on a fund-raising gala. We liked each other, and developed a separate friendship that was now two years old. We'd become each other's best friends, but now I was learning about this unspoken side of her life.

"What are the other qualifications?" I asked with some degree of uncertainty about whether I wanted to belong to a club that focused mainly on sex. I briefly had visions of some large room full of couples fucking madly away beneath a sign that said 'Clubhouse.'

Megan said, "There are a lot of qualifications actually. I'll see what I can remember. You have to be handsome or pretty, at least in the eyes of most club members, and I think you're stunning; even at your age you still get guys in their twenties turning around to look at you.

"Oh, I do not!"

"Oh, yes you do. Let's put that to the test. Go over the corner and act as though you're waiting for someone to pick you up. I bet you'll get checked out at least once within a couple of minutes."

The corner was only twenty feet from our outside table at the coffee shop, so I rose and went to the corner to humor my friend. A block away, the traffic light turned green and the next group of cars started to roll past my corner on the way into the center of town. I adopted my best 'Where's my ride?' posture, and looked at the oncoming traffic but didn't turn around to look at Megan.

After the dozen or so cars passed, I shrugged, and walked back to the table. "See, no one stopped or gawked at me."

Megan waved her cell phone at me, "Oh, babe. You got that wrong. At least four men turned. One guy almost caused an accident looking back at your cute little ass. Here, watch the video I took of you."

I stared down at Megan's cell phone, and she kept saying, "See. There. There's another one. Look at him turn around; the guy in the red car had to jam on the brakes to avoid hitting the car in front of him. See, there's yet another."

"OK. OK. Sometimes people look at me, but that doesn't always happen."

Megan laughed and continued in a hushed voice, "Honey, I'll go clubbing with you any day, because maybe I'd get your left overs, and they'd still be hunky and spectacular in bed. You just gave all those guys driving by a momentary fantasy about fucking the daylights out of you."

I laughed, "Megan!" I blushed at her lewd comment. I did have to admit aloud, "Well, I might just be interested in having sex with the right person, but no one stopped."

"Oh, if you gave them the right look, they'd be licking your shoes."

"OK, let's move on, you made your point. So, what other criteria does this Club have?"

Megan said, "You have to be sponsored by someone -- that'd be me. You have to be trim and fit, and have a history of good health -- that's you; what do you do, spend an hour in the gym every day? We don't want anyone that's overweight, or anyone that's emaciated. At least this gives us a select group of people who are potential sexual partners with each other."

I idly commented on my health, "I do pay attention to what I eat and drink."

Megan added, "The Club requires a clean bill of health periodically -- no STDs, and preferably men have had vasectomies and women have had their tubes tied, even if you're past menopause; we don't want to hatch anything inadvertently. Those aren't hard requirements, but it's recommended. We also ask that if you have sex with anyone -- and they mean anyone -- outside the Club that you use a condom. So far, we haven't had one instance of an STD, and I know most of us don't use protection."

"So, I'd qualify. I had my tubes tied when my youngest daughter Darlene was born. Garth and I didn't want any more kids. As for STDs, I haven't slept with anyone since he died seven years ago. So, that's all?"

"I'm not done yet -- don't get impatient; I'm trying to remember them all. There are more criteria. You have to have your act together. No luggage or big psychological hang-ups, particularly where it comes to sex. You have to be relaxed about your sexuality, not that you'll do anything, but you won't get freaked out if some guy suggests a threesome or anal sex. You don't have to agree, but you just take it for granted that there are people that get off on things that you're not into."

"Also, you can't have a big ego or be a bitch, or have a temper that might spook someone. Guys don't want some woman to start stalking them or freaking out if they don't call, or vice versa. You've got to be fun to be with; a good conversationalist, and you don't try to dominate others, nor are you a submissive. You've got to always expect that your date will be with someone else the next night, and you might be too, so jealousy is a no-no. No possessiveness."

I nodded to encourage Megan to continue.

"Penny, you instantly like or even love people at first contact with them, I've watched you. You have a natural loving nature to everything you do ... unusual and a skill that few have. We search for them, not to have them necessarily start long-term relationships, but because these people interact so well together with others. These are also the kind of people we look for in the Club. Now, not everyone does this, but many of us do.

Megan thought a minute, "Oh, yes, more about the sexual stuff, but these really aren't written down, they're just sort of known about. You should still get aroused sexually in a number of different ways -- physically by stimulation to your various erogenous zones, or mentally with the right kind of suggestions or stories. You need to kiss well, although that's pretty subjective, and you should be orgasmic. You should like to cuddle, and that's tough for some of the men, but for the most part the Club has made good choices."

I laughed, "God, it's been over seven years since a man 'aroused' me, and, I'm embarrassed to admit that the few orgasms I've had have been with the help of a little battery-operated friend in my bedside table drawer. I think I'd be OK, but I might have to start all over again."

I had a further thought, "Megan, Garth and I had a pretty 'plain vanilla' sex life. We loved to have sex and I think we did it a lot more often than others. We both had a high sex drive, but we weren't kinky. We didn't involve others. We weren't into whips and chains. I didn't display myself to other people. I did a few blowjobs, but I doubt they were anything to write home about. We watched a few porn movies. I may not have the sexual credentials to keep up with your crowd."

"I know you, and you won't have a problem. You have a natural passion deep inside you, and it shows. As for the Big O's from your vibrator, I've found they're easier to achieve with someone the older I've gotten. I think I can 'allow' myself to have them now, rather than think of all the reasons I'm not madly in love with the schmuck fucking me. In this Club, I like all the men -- a unique situation. So, I'm more relaxed around them, even when I'm meeting someone new."

I ventured, "So, I'd still like to find a nice man to sleep with, but this is the dry season in this town with all the snow birds having gone north. I'm not on the social circuit, I don't do the bars or dance clubs, I don't trust online dating, and so I just don't meet people -- men, especially -- unless someone, a neighbor or friend, tries to match me up with someone. The matches have been pretty bad since I became single, mostly fat, grabby, divorced men who have a fucked up head. That brings me to a question, can you say 'No' to someone in your Club if you don't feel chemistry with them?"

Megan said, "Oh, of course. There's not even a requirement to go out with anyone. By our selections of people for the Club, we hope to create a critical mass of people where 'most' of them have chemistry with the others. We all understand -- men and women -- that the right chemistry has to be there. Thus, we know we might get a solid 'No,' and in fact, we are urged to be politely blunt, for instance, I told one man a week or so ago that I just didn't feel chemistry with him, but that I'd keep an open mind to future dates with him if I felt the situation changed. He just nodded, accepted my rejection, and moved on. Conversely, I asked one guy out and I think I intimidated him, so he just shook his head and told me 'Maybe sometime in the future.' You get over the idea that rejection is bad; it's just a comment on mutual chemistry and nothing more."

I chuckled, "So we can be a little particular in whom we're going to fuck?" I thought, my God, I sure hope so; in giving up my sexuality to a strange man I would want to be particular.

Megan laughed aloud. "I like that you aren't afraid to use a little vulgar language. I bet you can talk really dirty sex talk to the right guy too. I'll tell you a secret, I'm an expert at dirty talk; I studied it. That stuff really turns a guy on when you're making out or screwing. I hope you can be a little dirtier than that."

Now, I laughed, "Oh, you better fucking believe it. With a long cock in my cunt, I can dish out suggestive talk like the best little slut in town."

We both laughed. I blushed because surely the man reading near us at the coffee shop heard every word of my last statement.

I asked, "So, what does sponsoring me into the Club entail -- for you? For me? I still have a million questions, by the way."

Megan started, "Well, now I put your name forward to the nominating committee. They'll arrange for some people to meet with you and do interviews. When you pass that hurdle they'll set up a date or two for you. Sometimes, that all happens at once."

"You went through this?"

Megan rolled her eyes to heaven and did a little make believe swoon, "Oh, the dates I went on were heavenly. I hadn't been with anyone for months, and then I got asked whether I was interested in the Club, I said I was, and the next I knew this dreamboat shows up to take me out. He was about sixty, salt and pepper hair, suave, educated, well to do, looked like he stepped out of GQ magazine, and so smooth that ... well, I fucked him on our first date, or I let him fuck me ... or we fucked each other. He went all night long, cuddled me in between, and he was so loving and caring. I've been out with him a couple of time since. Needless to say, he's very popular. I've met a lot of the men in the club -- dated them, but not had sex with all of them by far. By that, I mean we also made love. I'm used to screwing on first dates now."

"So, this isn't like trying to find a mate to get married or anything?"

"Oh, a few couples have gotten married, but for the most part the singles in the group just circulate amongst each other. I think we've mostly adopted an attitude that we want to experience each other and not get tied down to any one person."

"Are there married people? How would that work?"

"There are some couples -- a few joined, plus those that got married through the Club. They're in very open long-term relationships, and each party is a member. They date within the Club, but they always go back to their partner the next day or so. For Club activities they act single, but have that committed relationship. Some people would think it's strange, but it's really beautiful to see. I went out with one of the married guys one time; he was fabulous. I'd never done anal until he coaxed me through it; he was so tender and careful, I'd do it again with the right partner. Oh, another time, I actually did a threesome with one of the couples. Now, that, was an event from another planet I'd do again in a flash."

I said somewhat in shock, "I didn't know you went both ways. Are you bisexual?"

Megan snickered and kept her voice low, "I found out I was that night. Ann was as good a lover as Oliver. The combination left me panting in their bed for more, more, more." Megan momentarily acted like a begging puppy panting for a treat.

"And you did a threesome? I'm impressed."

"Oh, they happen frequently, so don't be surprised if you get asked into one -- also foursomes. They're fun -- a lot of fun. Get in the spirit of sexual fun and play, and enjoy the orgasms. I was even in a fivesome. Oh, a few folks have been in an orgy of sorts, but I haven't been caught up in one yet. I'm hopeful."

I asked, "Who's the youngest and oldest in this Club?"

"The minimum age is fifty-five. So, if you're going to act like a cougar and want to find a toy-boy to fuck, this isn't the place for you. We have a couple of guys and three women in their late-eighties, and they're still going strong, and a delight to be with. The Club's not that old. We've had a few in their early eighties just let their memberships lapse. We hated to see them go."

"They can still get it up -- the older men, I mean?"

"Oh, yes. That's sort of a requirement for men in this age bracket, but we're very tolerant of erectile dysfunction, or for that matter dry vaginas or whatever ails us. A couple of folks in the Club hold classes about sexuality where they talk about this stuff and how to work around it. You should go after you're in; it's on Wednesday evenings for a couple of months now and then. When I went, I usually got laid afterwards by one of the guys in the class. We used to laugh and call it the Sex Ed Lab."

I was still trying to grasp the audacity of this discussion, let alone the idea of the Club. I asked, "I never asked, how many people are in this Club?"

"About two hundred and fifty, split pretty evenly between men and women. We cover the two county area."

"Two hundred and fifty! My God, that's a large group."

"Well, some are snowbirds, so they're only around in the late fall to spring timeframe. Some members in the other county don't want to drive this far, so we do socials up there too, and we do our stuff down here, but some people do sometimes go back and forth despite the distance just to meet new people. Also, we were bigger, but there were a few years when we couldn't find many people that qualified. No one wanted to change the criteria, so we just got a little smaller as people moved, dropped out, or passed away. We're seeing an upswing in new members this year, but at most there'll be only twenty or thirty across the whole year, and I want you to be one of them."

"Why so few potential members?"

Megan patted her trim stomach. "Think about it. Too many people eating too much, or drinking too many beers. We had trouble finding people who were healthy and trim."

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[rangeela]

I nodded. One of the reasons I hated to go to Wal-Mart was that I was often the thinnest woman in the store by a good fifty or one hundred pounds, and I was no lightweight at my height.

After a sip of my latte, I asked, "So, once you're in, how do you meet people in this Club? Do I have to wait for some guy to call me because my name got written on the back of some men's room door?"

Megan chuckled again, "It's well understood that anybody can ask anybody else for a date -- man or woman. So, don't be shy if you see somebody you want to date. As for meeting, we hold a social twice a month -- first and third Saturdays, with snacks, drinks, and conversation. We do special holiday parties too, like Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day, Halloween, and July fourth. We usually meet at various places around town; there's a website that keeps us up to date on events. The socials are well attended. Some people come and that's all they do. There's no pressure to do anything, to ask anybody for a date, to sneak off into the backroom for some nookie, or anything. It's just come and meet some nice people. We do name tags, and, oh yes, we do a membership directory with pictures and an occasional newsletter where we introduce new members to everyone."

I ventured, "I guess you can't be shy in this game, can you?"

"Not in this crowd. We're all self-empowered, confident, and self-assured. Oh sure, some people get disappointed when they get a turn down, or the right person doesn't ask them on a date, but for the most part, we all roll with it and move on to someone else. There's little drama. This isn't like high school."

"Are we expected to have sex on the first date?"

"That's up to you. Most of the others in the Club I've talked to realize that they're past the game playing stage of life, and that time is running out to have fun -- sexual fun. So, most people fuck on the first date, but you don't have to. It's not always expected."

"Megan, this sounds exciting. Could I dip my toe in slightly in some way?"

"Oh sure. I could take you as a guest to one of the socials so you could meet some of the members and get a feel for what we're all like."
I paced around my home all day thinking about the OPALS Club social that evening at one of the wine bars downtown. I'd pick out an outfit to wear, and then change my mind: too staid, too sexy, not memorable, too memorable, too short, too blue, too red, or too old. In the end, I wore some glossy black spike heels, grey pleated skirt that tended to show off my butt rather nicely, a silk blouse that was thin enough to display the lacy brassiere underneath, and a colorful scarf. I had a small decorator shoulder purse that had my wallet and cell phone in it.

I kept pacing thinking about everything Megan had told me about 'The Club.' I took the utmost care of my body preparations with a shower, moisturizer, delicate perfume, shaving and trimming critical areas, my hairdo, and makeup. I munched on a sandwich around dinnertime, however, I was nervous and not all that hungry. I would have had a glass of wine to calm down, except I knew I'd be drinking at the wine bar so I didn't want to use up my alcohol limit before I got there.

Megan picked me up at seven-thirty. She looked gorgeous, just as I expected. We chatted about what I might expect as we drove downtown. She promised to route some of the handsome and nice guys in my direction. I explained I really needed two glasses of wine to calm down.

Megan left me in a corner near the entry door of the wine bar where this week's social gathering was being held to go get us glasses of wine. I wrote my name on a 'Visitor' nametag. Over eighty people jammed into the place -- a nearly even mix of men and women. The din of happy conversation filled the long room. I couldn't help but notice the eclectic crowd. Everybody did look so friendly and inviting, and neat and attractive just as Megan predicted.

The voice from my side surprised me, "Hi. I see by your nametag you're a guest. I'm Bill Matthews. Nice to meet you Penny Ryder."

I looked up into the most handsome tanned face I'd ever seen outside the movies, with a pair of steel blue eyes that I knew were undressing me with every second that passed. This man had a smile with the whitest teeth, and luscious lips. He stood about six-two, and wore a pure white pullover shirt, beneath a dress jacket with a western cut, and tight jeans. From my angle beside him, I could tell he had a tight butt. He wore loafers without socks, a dress style I thought sexy in a man.

I was momentarily speechless, but I smiled coyly. Megan arrived just at that instant and thrust a glass of Chardonnay into my hand. She wrapped her free arm around Bill's neck and the pair engaged in a truly sexy kiss right in front of me. As she pulled away, Megan said, "I see you met Penny. She is such a sweetheart, and I want her to join us. I think she'd be such a beautiful addition, as you can tell. She's also smart, witty, and ... well, sexy." I blushed.

Bill looked at me -- probably at what he'd now rendered as my nude body that he was about to plunder -- and said to Megan with a manly smile, "I'd just introduced myself when you arrived."

Megan winked at me, "Well, I'll let you two get friendly. I want to talk to Greg and Collette. Be back in a few." She turned and flew away.

Quickly, Bill turned back to me. I could tell I had his total attention. He wasn't distracted by anything else in the room. I momentarily felt awed by him. I finally put my hand out and said, "Bill Matthews, it's a real pleasure to meet you. I take it, you and Megan know each other well."

Bill laughed. "You could say that. We've dated a few times. Our social goals are compatible, so we feel comfortable around each other and about dating each other."

I got a puzzled look, "Social goals are compatible?"

"Well, we both want to hook up with someone of the opposite sex without the messy entanglements of a burgeoning romantic relationship, so when we dated we clicked right away. I think we have each other on speed dial." He grinned in a knowing way.

"Oh. Are some people here for the romance?"

Bill now glanced around the room. He politely directed my gaze to a couple seated at a table in another corner. "See the couple there -- he's in the red sweater and she has a blue top."

I nodded.

"They're in love. They joined for love, and they've found it. They were both widows, lonely, horny, and we helped them find each other. I bet they'll be engaged within a few months and married by year's end. They'll still belong, though. In my opinion, it'd be ashamed to lose Edy as an eligible date. Jay is sought after too."

"You talk as though you know Edy well."

"Errr, well, we've dated a few times, even while she was getting serious about Jay."

"Were you always single or are you now?"

"Yes, I'm single now. I got divorced about twenty years ago. I'm still on good terms with my Ex, Carol." He looked around, and waved at a pretty brunette leaning against the bar with a handsome man beside her. "That's her over there -- the woman with the green scarf. We date and continue a loving relationship; we just couldn't stand to live together. The chemistry between us gets crazy when we're together longer than twenty-four hours, so we keep it short and sweet and loving without adding back in the luggage that broke us apart."

I asked, "And it doesn't bother you to see the woman that was the love of your life for a while go off and date someone else, apparently with some surety that they'll make love?"

"Oh, no. Not a bit. I've even made introductions of men I think she'd enjoy both as company and as sex partners. I know her tastes and kinks, so I can steer strong candidates she might like in her direction."

"No jealousy."

"Not a bit. I'm hoping she'll have a fabulous date or dates with the guy, and, pardon my language, but that they'll fuck the living daylights out of each other in a never ending cascade of climaxes and orgasms that light up the night sky that make them both very happy."

"Wow. You sure tell it like it is." I laughed at Bill's candid and lurid statement.

"Jealousy is a learned response dealing with possession, exclusion, competition, ego, and fear. You can unlearn it. Most jealousy is ego based, or operates under the illusion that I own you in some way -- you're my possession, as though Carol, by ex, would have to get my permission to date someone. If you can get control of your ego, you don't need to respond with anger or malice or sadness. The opposite is called compersion; it's when I empathize with Carol and her date when they're feeling happiness and joy, thus I feel it too, even when they're having a deep, loving, and sexual relationship."

"Were you always this way?" I guessed I sounded skeptical.

"No. I learned this philosophy and life style in this group when I joined about eight years ago." Bill gestured to the people around him in the wine bar. "We all subscribe to this, more or less. There's a lot more to it than what I just said. The truth is I struggle every now and then, but overall I've got it down now."

"Is it written down?"

"There are a few books that talk about it. Two I specifically recall are The Ethical Slut and Polyamory: The New Love Without Limits.

I postured, "But isn't polyamory and that kind of philosophy for kids in their twenties and thirties? Aren't we supposed to be beyond this?" Even as I said the words, I knew they were tapes I'd been programmed to repeat in this situation, and this was not really something I knew for a fact or even believed.

Bill responded, "To the contrary. I think the older you get, the more important it is to adopt a life style of compersion and open loving relationships. Think about it, by our age, over fifty-five, we've learned how to manage our egos and not let them sink us. We understand relationships and are much more tolerant about each other's weaknesses and foibles. We've all lived with others for a good long time, and weathered through all that. We understand that we can't 'own' another individual, any more than we can own a rainbow. Our fear of abandonment is gone, we're all self-assured, and mostly living alone and comfortable in our own life without the expectation that someone else has to make us happy. If we aren't around someone we love but they're having fun, our nose no longer gets out of joint -- in fact, we're glad for them. I admit you need to consciously extend your thinking when it comes to sex, because we've been so programmed with society's expectations around this subject."

Bill thought for a moment and added; "I also think that our age and experience come into play in another way. We no longer need to beat around the bush for a dozen dates before we enjoy one another sexually or romantically. Some days I feel I'm living on borrowed time -- oh, I'm healthy and all, but the number of birthdays I've had is getting big -- so I find I indulge myself in my fantasies and life style. I don't put off things; I may never get to enjoy them otherwise.

"You're very convincing, particularly about compersion -- I like that word."

"I guess this was what I'd been looking for in my life. When we were married, Carol and I tried to own and control each other; we expected the other person to make us happy. We were jealous of each other, for instance when she went out with her friends and I was excluded, I'd get my nose out of joint. I felt I had to compete for her attention with the people she worked with, a silly response looking back on it, and I was always afraid she'd meet someone better than me and run off -- my own insecurity."

"You? Insecure?" I chuckled.

"Yeah, I was back then. I became macho man -- obnoxious actually. I was a control freak, trying to control things and people well outside the realm of reality. Eventually, I changed, but I was too late to save my marriage."

"I'm sorry; at least, you seem happy now."

"Oh, I am. Very, actually. I own my own happiness. I don't expect others to do it for me." Bill paused, and then asked, "Tell me about you. Widow?"

"Yes. My husband Garth died about seven years ago from heart attack. He was ten years older, and apparently had a heart condition we didn't know about. We'd been married about thirty years. We have two daughters up north in Illinois -- outside Chicago."

"Any grandkids. I forgot to mention that Carol and I have two kids and two grandkids. I won't bore you with all the pictures in my wallet until we know each other better." He laughed.

I laughed too. "No. Both are married, but they and their husbands are all about getting established, and careers, and houses, and early marriage stuff. I sort of wish my younger daughter could have heard you talking just now. I see her trying to control everything around her, and I think she's cruisin' for a bruisin'."

"Well, you can suggest those books to them. When I'm home I'll look at my bookshelf and see what else I've read that might be helpful. I'm a reader, but I usually can't remember titles or authors two days after I finish a book."

"All non-fiction?"

"Oh, no. I've just discovered all the action books by Harlan Coben. I'm reading The Innocent by him right now."

Two other handsome older men joined us: Walt Netty and Tom Grunberg. Bill introduced us to each other, and soon we were off talking about books, best sellers, and a host of other topics. These men made it so easy to hold up my end of the conversation.

As we did our pleasantries with each other and initiated idle chat, I realized I was evaluating each man as a sex partner and lover. Where did this come from? I think I blushed at the impure thoughts coursing through my mind. Shit, I even caught myself glancing down at each man's 'package.' I never did this. I'd met hundreds of men since Garth died in all sorts of situations -- a few dates, work, merchants, and so on -- yet I'd never caught myself checking them out this way. This must be Megan's doing; I couldn't possibly blame myself for these thoughts.

But then again, since adolescence sex had been a major part of my thinking. Garth and I had an active sex life right up until his death. We were frequently making out, kissing, and screwing, sometimes most nights even as I approached fifty. Garth was vital and horny. I missed him dearly.

Megan flew by our group about a half-hour after I'd started talking to Bill and thrust another Chardonnay into my hands. I barely thanked her before she was off again. Walt and Tom seemed to know her well, and laughed at her 'fly by' antics.

Gradually, the men pulled me from the corner, and started to introduce me to some of the other men and women in the group. Suddenly, I had to become a social butterfly, with lots of small talk about myself. My natural interest in others came forward, and I felt I was asking good questions of the people I met.

But damn, I was still evaluating the men -- and even some of the women -- as sex partners. I wondered if I had been seduced by the fact that, to me, everyone in the room was handsome (men) or beautiful (women), and I knew many of them had hooked up (fucked) in some way in the past. The whole idea of the Club cast an erotic glow over everyone. I wondered if people viewed me the same way. Did I look like a desirable sex partner? Were there guys here that wanted to fuck the daylights out of me? I secretly hoped so.

I'd never thought of another woman in a sexual way, yet when I met Ellen -- a stunning svelte red head with a curvy figure -- I found myself wondering what it would be like to suck on her breasts and to finger her pussy, or to have her doing similar things to me. Shit, where were these thoughts coming from? I had no interest in a sapphic relationship. I wasn't even bisexual ... or was I? Damn, there was Megan putting an idea in my head that stuck in some way.

About nine-thirty, some of the crowd started to thin out. I noticed when people left, they did tend to leave as a couple. Bill Matthews found his way back to me from another clique of people he'd been in for a while.

Bill leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Do you like to dance?"

I turned to him and smiled broadly, "I love to dance."

"Then would you come with me right now? Let's start our first date." He flashed me a megawatt smile, and made my pussy drip with his steely blue eyes.

I thought for a minute, numbed by his sudden question. "I didn't drive." I thought that was about the dumbest thing to say about one microsecond after the words were out of my mouth. What relevance did that have to things? I was stalling. Did I want to go with him? Would he expect something I wasn't prepared to give?

I looked up at Bill and studied his kind face. His steel blue eyes searched me for reservations and acceptance. I wondered what it would be like to stare into those eyes as we made love. Was his invitation really an invitation to his bed? Did I want to have sex with him? In prior years, I might have stalled for a half-dozen dates, but now I thought of his words earlier about indulging our impulses at this age while we still had what it takes to savor things. I also thought about why I came to this wine bar with Megan and was entertaining the idea of joining the OPALS Club -- the acronym spelled out the humorous fact that everyone in the room wanted sex in some way, and my being here proved I was one of them.

Bill assured me, "I'll see you get home safe and sound whenever you want. I promise I'll be your idea of an ideal date."

I smiled my acceptance at him, "Let me tell Megan we're going. I'll be right back."

*******

[rangeela]

I cut through the crowd and found Megan had latched onto the arm of a cute looking man about an inch shorter than she was in her 'fuck me' heels. He didn't seem to mind. I got a quick introduction to Gary somebody.

"Meg, Bill Matthews asked me to go dancing with him."

"Oh, Penny, go! He's so nice. Go with the flow with him. He'll make you feel so special and so loved. Go dance. Go home with him." She leaned into my ear, "He's an expert lover; fuck his brains out. Call me when you get home tomorrow." After another pause she added, "I think I'm going to get laid tonight too." She gave me a lecherous grin and glanced over at the man she'd been talking to; he was looking at a TV set over the bar where a baseball game was ending.

I looked shocked at the idea of sex right away, but the thought of a sexual liaison with Bill Matthews had been on my mind when I locked onto his beautiful steely eyes the first time. I felt this internal conflict start to tear my insides apart, yet it felt so good to have those feelings again.

As I sashayed back to Bill with a little extra sway to my hips, I thought about a sexual liaison with this handsome man. I hadn't had sex for seven years and some. God, I felt like a virgin again. Was I ready to give up my reclaimed virginity to this mature hunky man.

I briefly wondered if my vagina would take some sudden loving, but then I felt the squishy feeling of my ardor in my pussy area and figured I was good to go. I had to admit I was horny, and I'd been horny for a long time. Now, thanks to Megan, I could do something about it.

As I came up to Bill, I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. I said, "Let's go. I even have my dancing shoes on."

It was about ten o'clock by the time we got to the Five O'Clock Club. Bill swept into the jazz bar like he owned the place, found us a table, and soon I had another glass of wine in front of me. As soon as we were served, Bill took me in his arms and we joined a half-dozen other couples on the small dance floor as the jazz trio played a nice slow number.

I nuzzled into Bill for the slow dance, and he kissed me right there on the dance floor in front of everybody else in the place, but when I looked around no one seemed to be paying any particular attention to us. The next time, a second later, I kissed back, and I could feel a flush of erotic excitement spread through my body starting deep inside me and emanating outward. I thought how much fun it was to kiss a handsome man, but fun totally understated what I was feeling. My whole body was 'alive' for the first time in years.

We nursed our glasses of wine and savored our dances together. The more we danced, the closer I came to just grinding my pussy against Bill's leg and whispering some really nasty thoughts into his ear as I stroked the back of his neck in a sexy way.

After an hour, Bill settled up the tab, and we walked out to where he'd parked his car -- a twenty-year-old Porsche in mint condition. Bill held the door for me, and helped me get into the low-slung car. I know my legs went on display for him, but at this point I didn't care, I wanted him to see every inch of my body and to ravish me.

Bill got in and started driving. He looked over and said, "Where do you live? I can take you home if you wish."

Without looking into those seductive eyes, I said, "I don't wish that -- to go home, that is. Why don't you show me where you live?"

Fifteen minutes later, I stood dancing with Bill again in his living room. Well, not exactly dancing. We were pressed against each other's bodies and our tongues were doing the dancing. We were French kissing. I'd forgotten what soul kisses were like -- how arousing and sexual they were, and how I could feel my reaction to those kisses in my pussy. My pussy gushed with each kiss. Oh, why had I denied myself this priceless experience for over seven years?

I took the initiative to move us to the next level. I started to unbutton his shirt as we danced. I kissed each area of exposed skin, as I became able to pull his shirt aside and see the salt and pepper hair that populated his chest. Between those kisses, I came back to Bill's beautiful mouth; his ardor increased through his kisses. His kisses moved to my ear -- one of my most sensitive erogenous zones, and then my neck, and then down the skin that my blouse allowed to show.
Bill's hands fumbled slightly with the blouse's buttons and the fact the garment was wrap-around. He kissed me all over as he revealed patches of skin. The blouse came off, and then he undid my bra.

I said in an apologetic tone, "I'm sort of saggy. I'm not a young thing any more."

Bill stood tall and kissed me. "Darling, at this age, we're all a bit saggy. What's that old saying about age, 'The things that should be hard get soft, and the things that are soft get hard, and everything succumbs to the law of gravity.' If you won't worry, I won't -- I promise. You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. I'm mad about you by the way." Bill leaned in and kissed me hard.

With that, I allowed my bra to slide down my arms unveiling my naked breasts to a man for the first time in over seven years. I closed my eyes and looked towards heaven as I felt Bill's warm hands cup my breasts, graze my nipples, and feel the fullness and heft of my tits. I felt myself ascending to heaven.

I thought how I would never have applied the word 'tits' to my breasts until I'd heard Megan use the term a few days earlier, but somehow in this new open sexuality that I was becoming exposed to, words like that had started to flow into my thinking: breasts, tits, boobs, puppies, boobies, melons, and man pillows. I chuckled silently to myself, and then moaned as Bill started to suck on my left tit.

I whispered, "You're overdressed. I want to feel your bare chest against mine."

Seconds later, Bill's shirt flew through the room to a nearby chair, joining my blouse and bra. Bill pulled me to him and we kissed, but then he pulled us apart slightly and rubbed his bare chest against my large melons in a way that my erect nipples foraged through his chest hair, leaving a trail of lust behind.

Bills hands moved to the button and zipper on my skirt. As he undid it, I kicked my shoes off, and then helped him pull the garment down my legs. I wondered about my lack of sexy underwear. I knew girls today were into thongs, but I'd tried one once and couldn't get used to what my daughter called 'butt floss' -- the strip of material that sank into the crack in my buttocks.

Oh, there's a word I need to learn a new vocabulary for -- buttocks. Using that word made me sound old fashion, even to myself. How about ass, butt, bum, tush, can, or booty? Megan had mentioned anal sex in one of our discussions. Did she do that every time she had sex? Could I? I'd have to ask her about it. I hope Bill didn't ask me to do that tonight.

I wore white boy shorts, and in the dimly lit living room the color looked stark. I must ask Megan what she wears on her dates. Maybe she goes naked in whatever she's wearing. She's so trim and stylish. I couldn't go bare because when I think of sex I gush a lot of girl juice, and I'd show a spot on my pants or dress in nothing flat. Even tonight, I'd worried about a wet spot. I bet with this new Club, if they accept me, I'll be horny and gushing all the time.

I said to Bill, "Might we be more comfortable in your bed. I'm also feeling a little on display." Somehow, I'd managed to completely ignore the large window facing the street, yet here I stood almost nude in front of it in the dim living room light. I would have never allowed myself to go on display to anyone but Garth, but now I'd casually stripped in front of the window with barely a second thought.

Bill pulled me down a short hallway into a masculine looking bedroom. He flipped a few switches, and the lights came on, automatically dimming to just the right level to be romantic. I felt amazingly shy and bold at the same time. I wanted to display myself to Bill, and wanted him to make love to every part of my body, yet I also felt demure and coy.

Bill dropped his pants and his boxers. What was it they said about the difference between men who wore boxers versus brief? I couldn't remember, but it was something sexy regardless of the outcome.

Before I could gawk at his penis, Bill knelt in front of me as I sat on the edge of his large bed, and I allowed him to gently work my boy shorts down my legs. I had a hairy bush. The last time I'd shaved anything 'down there' was a few years earlier before donning a bathing suit and going to a local beach. Earlier in the day, I'd evened up the edges, but that was all. One of my daughters told me the style today was completely shaved, or perhaps what she called a landing strip or a small heart of hair left as pure decoration. I'd have to ask Megan what she did with her pubic hair, but then I realized what a personal question that was.

Before I could blink, Bill had me recline on the bed, and his mouth latched onto my pussy. Well, not exactly latched on; he started to use his tongue in the most talented way I'd ever experienced. He'd run it up my slit, suck on my pussy lips, and then dart his tongue onto my clitoris. Every time he did that, my body would spasm and an embarrassing bolt of pleasure would tear through me. Bill could tell what he did excited me. My juices had started to flow in earnest.

I wanted Bill's penis in my vagina. Oh, dear, what an old fashioned way to say I wanted intercourse. I needed a new vocabulary. Vagina, cunt, quim, pussy, pink, cooch, pooter, and snatch, were some of the words I knew for my nether region. For a man's penis I knew cock, wood, wiener, Johnson, stick, rod, pole, sausage, tool, and woody, but I knew there were more and cruder terms I'd have to learn. For intercourse, there was fucking, humping, balling, and expressions like doing the nasty. I need to refine my vocabulary so I can talk dirty.

I wondered what Bill ... oh, shit ... an orgasm washed over me suddenly, coming from nowhere. He made my body feel electric and as though I'd just gotten a huge shock of pleasure.

I tugged at Bill's shoulder. "Come and make love to me. I'm going to be ... well ... I haven't done any thing like this for over seven years, so take it slow, OK? I may be a little tight."

Bill kissed me and I could taste myself and smell the aroma of my juices. He said, "My only goal tonight is to bring you pleasure. You direct me if I'm doing something to the contrary."

I pulled him into a highly passionate kiss, and I reached for his manhood at the same time. I whispered to Bill, "That's my goal for you, too."

Bill was hard, and I thought it delightful that an older man like him could rise to the occasion so dramatically. Bill was hung, and a delight to fondle. I delayed having him move to my cunt because I found enjoyment in stroking and feeling his cock.

Eventually, Bill maneuvered in front of me, and I spread my legs. I felt a squoosh of some gel like substance on my labia. I went to look at what he was doing, but Bill kissed me. He said, "I thought you might appreciate a little lubrication. Sorry for the sudden chill of the gel." I never thought about lubrication; how thoughtful.

And then, I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my slit, rubbing the gel around, and then the head caught at the entrance to my vagina. Bill's hips bucked slightly, and little by little, his cock penetrated me until our pubes were solidly together.

Oh, God. My whole body soared into space, went to the edge of the galaxy of pleasure, and shot back to earth so I could kiss my lover with every ounce of affection I could muster. Oh, what a wonderful experience. I was overdue. I even said a prayer that this Sex Club would accept me because I wanted to do this act morning, noon, and night everyday. I never wanted the experience to stop.

We fucked -- had intercourse. I wrapped my legs around Bill and used them to help boost his thrusts into my body. Oh, everything felt wonderful. My heart fluttered, and I put my all into the act. I didn't just lie there and let him fuck me; I fucked Bill back, pushing into him, raising my hips to meet his. I played an active role in our lovemaking.

We fucked for a long time. Bill wasn't a thirty-second wonder. He took care to kiss and stroke me all over. He'd lean in and suck on my breasts. Everything he did aroused me. I was a sexual machine that wanted orgasm after orgasm, but I was nervous and didn't expect any other than the surprise while he gave me cunnilingus.

But then as I felt Bill back away and start to pump into me with extra intensity, and I got a little carried away. His thumb came down and started to stroke over my clitoris, just above where his cock was pumping into me. Bill came, and when I felt the first splash of cum erupt from his cock, I had another orgasm -- a big one because I realized what was happening. I groaned as the pleasure came, and then, while I could still feel the jets of cum surging into me I pulled Bill to me and we kissed with renewed passion, our tongues dueling with passion.

I'd forgotten how exquisite the afterglow of sex could be, and with Bill and the way I felt, that word just understated the bliss I felt.
I slept in Bill's arms with him kissing me occasionally as we dozed. We made love twice in the middle of the night. This time I rode him until we both came again. Bill understood a woman's body, and how to make it sing. I felt like I'd sung a major opera by the time my eyes fluttered open in the morning. I probably looked a mess -- hair, make up, and my pasty body color. I must get more of a tan. Maybe Megan would go to the beach with me. Then again, maybe I should get an all-over tan at a tanning salon, or a mix of spray on tan and sun. I want to look good.

Bill was gone from the bed. Across the bed next to me lay a beautiful red robe, short but not too revealing depending on how I tied it. I put the robe on so it was partway in between conservative and scandalous, and walked into the core of the house. I smelled the aroma of coffee coming from the kitchen.

Bill was puttering around the kitchen assembling some breakfast. He wore swim trunks. He saw me, smiled broadly, and came and hugged me to him. We kissed. I said, "Oh, dear. I probably have morning breath, and ... my clothes." I looked back in the living room.

Bill led me back to the master bedroom. My clothes were neatly arranged on a chair, and I'd missed them when I got up. He took me into the bathroom, and showed me a second vanity sink area replete with a wide spectrum of women's cosmetics. He said, "The shower has several kinds of shampoo and conditioner. There's a hair dryer in that drawer. The towel next to the shower is clean. Please make yourself at home. Oh, the toothbrush is new too."

I smiled at Bill as I kissed him on the cheek again. I realized how thoughtful he was of his female guests to have assembled this array for them. Just hearing his list of things, made me resolve to put a similar masculine package together for my male guests. I sure hope I got into this Club.

Bill said, "Before you do anything, however, I have a small pool in the backyard. Please join me for a morning swim if you're up to it." He looked hopeful.

I said, "Bathing suit."

He laughed and said, "No one can see and I skinny dip, but if you want one ... here. He reached into a drawer just outside the bedroom and produced a bikini." He said, "I'll be outside. Join me when you're ready."

As he walked away, I saw him start to pull down his bathing trunks. He intended to skinny dip.

A minute later after brushing my teeth to kill my morning breath, I stood naked beside the pool and watched the lustful look in Bill's eyes as he appraised my body. This was a big step for me in so many ways. I'd never skinny dipped in my life. I was naked in the bright light of day in front of a male I only met the night before -- and I was coming up on sixty years of age. My body was pasty white and my crotch was filled with a dark mat of brunette hair with a generous smattering of white pubic hair that betrayed my age bracket. Moreover, I felt wet, and knew that I had cum -- his and mine -- leaking from inside me.

I jumped in, and let out a shriek at the feel of the cool water. When I floated to the top of the water, Bill was laughing.

I floated over to Bill and we kissed and made out for a while. I could feel his cock swell against my abdomen as we necked. My God, why hadn't I started kissing this man years ago? Just a couple of minutes of kissing him again, and my blood was boiling. After five minutes of this, Bill said, "I'd love to make love to you again."

"Then why don't you. I want that too." I pulled him towards the pool stairs.

We spent the rest of the morning in his large bed fucking and cooing sweet nothings to each other. Even as active as Garth and I had been, I hadn't done anything like this since our honeymoon.

Bill drove me home just before noon. We kissed goodbye, and both of us said all the right words about getting together again sometime soon. Talk about chemistry; I think we were like nitroglycerine and had detonated together several times over the past fourteen hours.

As soon as I got inside my door, I immediately called Megan; she was ringing my doorbell at twelve-twenty. I'm embarrassed to admit that we tittered like schoolgirls about our 'nights out.' For the first time in my life I both listened to Megan's stroke-by-stroke description of her night with Gary, and gave a stroke-by-stroke description of my time with Bill. By the time we were finished, I was horny all over again. I could have fucked a doorknob.

As we talked I tried to recall all the questions about the Club and dating decorum that kept popping up in my head the night before. When I remembered them, they were all pretty intimate, but I started in on them anyway. After talking about how we both fucked the night and morning away, I felt some sense of privilege. In the wide-open discussion we had, I learned that Megan did wear thongs on her dates because they were sexy, but normally she wore frilly Victoria Secret lingerie that made her feel very feminine. She recommended black or red 'date' underwear because the colors telegraphed 'sex.' She told me it had taken her a month to get used to the butt floss. She did engage in anal sex, but only occasionally. She praised a couple of men for their careful attention to her concerns in that department.

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[rangeela]

Megan admitted to being perpetually horny, even using the term 'nymphomaniac' to describe herself, and this for a woman of sixty-two. I had that to look forward to in four years. She said that before the Club, she felt pent up and repressed, but now she felt like someone had opened her up and given her freedom.

I asked her how often she went on dates, and she surprised me by explaining that she did 'something' with 'somebody' about four or five times a week, but it was rarely the same 'somebody' day after day. She said, "I have a long and growing list of guys that I like to do booty calls with, or vice versa. Just so you're not surprised, Bill is one of them. We please each other sometimes with a noontime drop in and fuck, or a night of lovemaking. I love sex. Did I say that already?" Megan laughed.

I explained that I'd taken the initiative to get things going with Bill, and asked if that was acceptable. Megan laughed and explained it was more than acceptable; it was the preferred method of starting the ball rolling. "The men in our Club are all real gentlemen; they don't want to impose on the women. Thus, they hold back a little too much in my opinion; they wait for signals or words from us that we want to get started. Oh, left long enough they'll try something, but I don't have the patience. When I want to get laid, I want a cock in my pussy 'right now!'"

"Do you use dirty talk?"

"All the time. All men love it. All of them. It drives them crazy, and they love me for it."

"So you have a wide vocabulary of ... sexual terms or expressions."

"I studied the subject," Megan laughed. "Seriously, when I find a passage in a book or online story, I memorize the dirty talk and then try to use it with my next few men friends. Dirty talk intensifies anything we're doing to each other. Try it."

I asked Megan about her pubic hair, repeating what my daughter had mentioned about the trend to completely bare pussies. Megan laughed, "I have a little landing strip I maintain. I got a lot of my nether region lasered, so the hair won't come back any time soon, if at all. I know some of the other girls are bare, some are as bushy as a beaver pelt, and there's all manner of trim jobs in between. A few women have tattoos with inviting symbols or things on them to entice their partners."

I blushed but asked the next question, prepared for just about anything. "Megan, how did you know how some of the other women keep their pubic hair?"

Now, Megan blushed. She looked at me to see whether I might not want to hear the answer, but I did. I guess my face showed it. She said, "Because I've made love with some of them."

After a long silence between us, I whispered, "Would you show me how? I mean we like each other ... and we're really good friends ... but if you don't want to I'll understand ... it's just that I've never even thought about doing ..."

My words were cut off when Megan turned and kissed me and drove her tongue toward my tonsils. I kissed back with equal fervor.

We skipped lunch and made love. Megan was one of the few people in the world to whom I could say 'I love you' to and really mean it. She loved me too, and that afternoon for a couple of hours she proved it -- and I did too. We moved our relationship to a new level, and I learned one helluvah lot about making love with another woman. Megan was a superb teacher -- a 'show by doing' kind of instructor.

Around our sixth or seventh timeout to enjoy our after glows, I lay back against my headboard cradling Megan's hot passionate nude body against me. Megan had made me feel really good only a minute earlier by saying, "Hey, I'm putting you at the top of my booty call list. You may not have ever done any of this stuff before, but you are a natural. I can't recall having so many orgasms in so short a period of time."

I had been trying, and so had Megan. We were pretty even at around a dozen each. I mentally shook my head in disbelief at my behavior. Good grief, I'm a fifty-eight year old woman who had just fucked her brains out in a one-night stand, and then within the same twenty-four hour period I'd learned how to fuck a woman and bring her to a billion stupendous orgasms. I also learned I liked to eat pussy -- at least Megan's, and I loved to saw my fingers into a woman's cunt. There were a whole lot of little things I learned or remembered about sex too. Oh, I didn't want to stop any of this. I wanted in the Club.

I did all that and as I lay there holding Megan our after glows, I realized I was still horny and wanted to get fucked again, this time by a guy.

The opportunity to get laid again came sooner than I thought. Megan, who had spent the night with Gary, had him call me for a date. I agreed but conditional that Gary came to dinner at my place. Megan had encouraged me to 'try out Gary' and see what I thought. I had a discussion with her about the protocol of sleeping with someone else's date the next night, but she assured me that this was just fine with anybody in the Club.

Megan said, "We enjoy variety. We may have our specials and favorites, but variety is what we are looking for. Everybody in the Club knows there is no exclusivity, and consequently, the 'Monogamous Dating Rule' is not favored. If you and your 'date' want to be exclusive, I expect several members would encourage you to drop out because across the Club anything goes at any time between consenting adults. We know sex and variety are what we want. Once in a while I've been busy or found one of the guys I wanted to go out with busy, but usually we can find a time to get together pretty quickly."

She paused and said, "Now, let me tell you about Gary."

Although Gary was about my height in bare feet, he had a libido about the size of Australia, and a cock that knew how to tease and please. After my dinner the following evening, and some cuddling in my living room, Gary made love to me until I passed out in the middle of the night from sexual fatigue -- the best kind. I think I'd had about ten earth-shattering orgasms, and to my surprise so had Gary. He had the stamina of a rooster in the hen yard. I thought he'd wear out or need some long recovery time, but not Gary. He was the energizer bunny, and just kept going and going. To my delight, I kept up with him until I dropped after a huge orgasm.

As I drifted off to sleep in Gary's comfortable arms, I thought how I'd died and gone to orgasm heaven. Twice in forty-eight hours, I been fucked to my heart's content, and turned into a blithering mass of sexual mush. So nice!

Gary's cock was back in my pussy first thing the next morning, and we started in again. The guy understood the science and the art of fucking. I felt as though I were in he hands of an expert. The expert let another blast of cum drench my insides as I crested to a new high atop his jerking body.

Gary left after breakfast, but not before I practiced my blowjob skills for the first time in probably eight years. Gary tasted like fresh salty mushrooms, and didn't mind kissing me after I'd tried to swallow most of his cum. I had purposefully allowed some of it to drip onto my breasts in a sexy maneuver. Gary liked that.

We kissed goodbye in mid-morning as I stood naked at my front door, and he was gone. Again, Gary told me he wanted to see me again, and hoped I'd be a regular at the Club events once I got admitted.

I met Megan for luncheon salads at Panera's, and we compared notes about Gary, Bill, and a few other men in the Club who I remembered from the previous social. Megan assured me that talking about the men and women in the Club was OK, and encouraged so long as the remarks weren't malicious or degrading. She also noted that if I had a bad experience in any way with someone, I was supposed to talk to them about it so they could change their behavior or technique. So far, I only had rave reviews.

My social calendar got dry after that. I thought about calling Bill or Gary, but I wasn't really in the Club so didn't feel comfortable exercising the rights of a Club member to ask for a date. A week or so later, Megan came by the house the following Saturday morning. The next Club social event was that evening, this time at the bar and lounge adjacent to the downtown marina. I figured I'd be going as a guest, until Megan told me the good news, I had been accepted as a full-fledged member of OPALS Club.

Surprised, I said, "But I thought I was going to be interviewed and assessed or something. Nobody talked to me."

Megan laughed, "What do you think the dates with Bill and Gary were about, plus the times we've made love?"

"You mean ..."

"Yep. They were genuine and not pretend dates, so please don't hold that against the men -- or me. They wanted to be with you, otherwise they wouldn't have asked you out or accepted your invitation. They also didn't want you on guard that you were being evaluated. I had to stop Gary from calling you back a few days ago until I could tell you this news. Besides, I love making love with you too. I hope you know how much I love you."

Megan routed around in her giant shoulder bag, and produced a large envelope. "Here's all the written poop about the Club and the membership directory as of June. Each person has a little bio about himself or herself in it to help you remember them. A woman named Janet Salisbury will call you next week to get your bio and a picture if you have one for the next edition in December and for our next newsletter. So think about how you want to be remembered. You can read mine in there as an example to see what I wrote."

Megan took a big breath, "Penny, remember this is all supposed to be fun. Don't worry or fret or develop angst about anything related to the Club. If it's not fun, talk to me and let me see if we can't make things right. I'm your sponsor and your mentor. I also love you, and I want you to find happiness and bliss in this Club -- with all the members."

"But I feel horny all the time, and I do feel angst about meeting men -- and women, I guess -- and going on dates. In a way, I feel like I'm in eighth grade."

"Did you feel this angst in college or afterwards when you were dating all the time?"

"Not as much. Probably not at all."

"So, as you start dating a lot in the Club, you can expect your worries to go away. It's just some nerves about a new situation. I promise you'll get used to it. Right now, you have access to about a hundred and thirty horny guys who would love to pleasure you in any way you can think of -- and probably a lot of women too. As pretty women we're in demand and the odds of a pleasurable experience are in our favor. Relax and enjoy."

* * * * *


I saw both Bill and Gary at the social that evening. I sidled up to both of them, gave each a kiss, and thanked them for their dates ... and the favorable ratings in terms of joining the Club. Sometime I wanted to find out exactly what it was I did to win their recommendation -- the fuck, the blowjob, my reaction to them, or what. I'd wait until we had our next date to ask each of them.

I met a whole new group of people at this social, and I also got a regular nametag. I saw a new man with a guest nametag, and I suspected I knew what would be happening to him in the very near future. I even saw Megan heading his way at one point.

I started talking to two men who I felt real chemistry with: Jon and Eric. Jon was a very handsome Scandinavian blond about six-four who taught tennis at a local golf and tennis club. Eric was a tall handsome man with a goatee who owned an antique shop downtown. The three of us walked around some of the marina docks with our drinks and talked about our various boating experiences. We were good company with each other.

Coming to a rather large cruiser ship with multiple decks, Eric turned and said, "Come, let me show you where I live."

My jaw dropped open. "You live HERE?"

Eric nodded, and then I allowed him to escort me onto the lower deck on his boat as Jon followed. Eric gave a tour, and I marveled at how spacious everything was, and at some of the amenities I would have only expected to see in a land-based home, for instance, a four-person hot tub.

As we got to the master bedroom, one of three separate bedrooms on the large yacht, Eric turned and kissed me. As I kissed him, I felt Jon snuggle up behind me. When my kiss with Eric broke, Jon turned me, and we kissed just as passionately.

Jon said in a hushed voice, "I think Eric and I would like to have a threesome with you." He looked expectantly at me.

My brain when into denial and shock, and then started to evaluate the situation. I found both men attractive and we had good chemistry. I had already thought about dating each of them -- individually. I envisioned myself asking Megan what to do, and I could hear her emphatically telling me to go screw everyone I could. She'd say, 'After all, wasn't this why you wanted to join the Club." She'd be right.

I pulled both men to me for kisses. "I've never done a threesome before, so you'll have to show me." I smiled broadly at the thought.

"With delight."

I sent Megan a quick text message telling her who I was with and where we were about to have a threesome. Seconds later, I got her reply: "You go, girl. You rock. Call me tomorrow. I'm going home with Bob Mason. Enjoy."

*******

[rangeela]

I alternately stripped each man as I lost my clothes to their hands, until we were each naked. I was getting showered with kisses from these two handsome men. They carefully picked me up and carried me onto the large bed. Once there, I was sucked on and fingered to my first orgasm.

I couldn't believe the stimulation having two men fawning over my breasts brought me, particularly when they both sucked on them simultaneously. But then Eric slithered down my body and started to eat my pussy as he fingered me, while Jon continued to suck and kiss my breasts and my lips. Eric's little beard gave me some extra stimulation, plus he had long fingers that knew exactly how to reach inside me to find my G-spot. The combination of fingers, kisses, and sucking by the two men brought me to orgasm in record time, and then the men switched places and did it again. Oh, such pleasure. Could this hedonistic act continue for a week or two?

Garth and I had teased each other a few times about making love in a threesome, but that's all it had ever been -- teasing. Now, here it was, and I wished Garth and I had experimented with this. He would have loved to see me get fucked by someone, and I now knew the joys of loving two men at once.

After eating me to an orgasm, Jon moved and put his cock in me. Eric asked if I'd suck on him as I got fucked, and that sounded splendid to me. So as Jon pumped into me, I tried to pump Eric into my mouth. We changed positions a few times, and I learned that I was being 'spit roasted' by the men. I liked 'spit roasted.'

I liked it even better when the men started to change places with me every few minutes. I came a couple of times, but the men were holding off. Oh, I was being so well fucked, and sucked on, and loved. What a miracle that every woman on the planet didn't want a threesome ALL the time. I'm sure if they got over their silly puritanical beliefs they'd love it.

Eventually, Eric blasted cum into my pussy as Jon plastered my mouth and face with his load. I left things as they were for a few minutes, and that turned the guys on again. I sucked each of them back to life over the next hour, and then they changed places, and Jon filled my cunt as Eric came all over my tits. I let the two men rub the cum into my skin.

After Eric checked who else was around his part of the marina, we scampered out to the hot tub naked, and went in for a half-hour. I made out with the two of them, but they were both done for the night. We eventually got out, took a shower on deck, dried off, and then I went inside and dressed, and we bid Eric goodnight. Jon walked me to my car, and I headed home.

After sleeping in the next morning, I called Megan. I went over to her condo for brunch. We shared our evenings in such great detail that we worked ourselves into a frenzy, so we stripped down and made love to each other for a couple of hours. This new lifestyle I'd found was spectacular, and long overdue. If I'd found a club like this when I was twenty, I would have fucked myself into oblivion before I reached thirty.

I thought the threesome with Eric and Jon was spectacular and impossible to top, until Megan suggested that we double date some night with two guys each, and then do a lot of switching around all night long in true orgy and gang bang fashion. She'd never done this, but confessed that Bob and she had watched a porn film the night before where that had been the case, and she said it looked like a lot of fun. After getting over the initial decadence of her suggestion, I listened to her describing all the possible combinations and permutations of cock, pussy, mouths, and tongues, and ... well, Megan used her mouth and fingers and brought me to yet another orgasm.

We didn't do the orgy as Megan and I had come to call our large group night, until after the next social. The principal reason was that Megan wanted me to meet a few of the other men, specifically men she knew would have no qualms about this kind of group event.

The next social was on a rooftop overlooking the downtown area. Harriet Carter had a condo in the building, and arranged for the event to be catered with drinks and heavy hors d'oeuvres. We were impressed, and Harriet became a good friend that night as we stood and talked about her condo, restaurants, living downtown, and the Club.

Harriet was a saucy red head, and I'd been a little turned on by her at the first social I'd gone to as a guest. She oozed sex appeal from every pore, and the Club had clearly played to her deepest wants, needs, and desires.

Megan squired me around several times during the night, specifically introducing me to some of the men in the Club that I hadn't met -- or fucked. We had a code in how she touched my hand or the man to indicate he was a candidate for our orgy.

As we were walking between groups, I asked Megan, "Would Harriet be interested in our orgy -- maybe expand the idea a little?"

Megan's eyes got big and round. "Oh, Penny, what a good idea. Maybe we could even get her into some sapphic action with us. I have always wanted to see if she went that way; she's so sexy."

A minute later, I was describing the idea Megan and I had for our orgy to Harriet. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "I like the way you think. Count me in. Matter of fact, if you want a place to hold this little event, I know just the man to ask. He has a fabulous home out on Casey Key, with privacy, many large beds, large Jacuzzi, pool, and lots of outdoor furniture if the night is nice. Come and let me introduce you to Ben."

Ben and I hit it off right away. Harriet had me describe our idea, and he just grinned and asked 'When?"

Megan and I made other selections of men, allowing two men per woman for the three of us. Thus, we had Megan, Harriet, and me, facing off with Ben, Gary, Bob, Roger or Rog, Steve, and Lance.

The following Saturday, we all converged on Ben's large home just before dinner. We each brought various wines, hors d'oeuvres, and potluck meals. I brought a lasagna and potato salad. Megan brought a large Caesar salad and a couple of dozen little scallops wrapped in bacon.

We set up the party on Ben's patio, partly shaded from the western sun as it set and turned the sky in a million beautiful hues of oranges, grays, reds, and blues.

I'd worn a bikini beneath my shorts and blouse, so as soon as we got the meal set up, I stripped down to my bathing suit. I knew I looked good enough to eat, and I was expecting all six guys to do exactly that in the near future. Harriet also wore a bikini that did little to hide her charms. Megan wore a one-piece suit with large chunks of the suits cut away to reveal a lot of skin. We three women instantly got described as 'foxes' -- an adjective we all liked. Later, I proved I could fuck like a mink.

We ate and actually had some pretty fun conversations. The men were particularly entertaining and sparkling, clearly at the top of their game. I could see this was some sort of mating dance before the serious 'stuff' started.

Of course, Megan started the 'serious stuff.' She rang a fork against her glass to get everyone's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have a proposal to get our real festivities started tonight. I have placed each of our names on a slip of paper in this bowl. I propose that our host draw names until one woman and two men have been selected. These three people will put on a rather intimate pornographic live sex show for the rest of us, who may watch or may choose to start their own recreation as the show continues. Any objections?"

We all stood around on the patio in silence, but with large grins on our faces. We were obviously a horny group and now eager to start playing.

Megan walked over to Ben and held the bowl on high. He reached up and drew a slip of paper from the bowl. He opened it and read, "Lance."

Megan moved to Lance and said, "You draw next."

Lance stirred the slips and pulled out a number. He opened and read the name, "Penny." My heart leapt into my throat. My God, I had to put on a sex show with two men for six other people who would eventually be mauling my body in the nicest of ways, and giving me orgasms that would be making me nearly oblivious to the world around me. In a way, I was frozen with fear, yet so eager for things to start.

I drew the next slip of paper, opened the folded note, and read, "Rog."

Megan pulled the three of us together, put me between the two men, and whispered, "Give us a good show."

Lance bent down and kissed me in a most tender way. I felt as though this was truly some kind of romance instead of an orgy. Rog gently turned me and repeated with a similar kiss. He whispered to me, "Don't feel shy about telling me, Lance, or any of us if you want us to stop or do something else." He chuckled, "We are a sex crazed but loving group and don't want to do anything to hurt or embarrass you."

I kissed him again, this time driving my tongue into his mouth in a gesture of pure lewd passion. As I did, I jerked his shirt out of his pants and made a gesture for him to pull the shirt over his head. I turned and repeated the kiss with Lance, and then pulled his shirt over his head.

I whispered, "Strip me."

Lance reached to my neck and unhooked the strap from my bikini bra that encircled my neck. At the same time, Rog undid the clasp at my back that held the bra to my body. Before I could react, the flashy red piece of clothing fell to the ground, and my breasts were exposed to everyone.

I moved forward and rubbed them against Lance's chest as we kissed. As I did, I could feel Rog's hands untying one side of my bikini bottom. He undid the other side a moment later, and my monokini fell to the patio deck. I was nude ... and incredibly horny.

I pulled a pillow off the nearest chaise lounge, knelt on it, and pulled Rog's pants down his legs. His partly inflated cock flipped into the air about two inches from my face. Before it had flopped again, I grabbed the unit and inserted the mushroom shaped cap into my mouth. After a moment of suck and play, I turned and dropped Lance's pants and inhaled his cock.

Soon, I had the two men together; sucking on both of them simultaneously or nearly so, as I held their cocks only inches from each other as I turned and lapped, sucked, and loved each of their dicks. I brought each man up to a rigidity that surprised me for men their age.

Suddenly, I got picked up and tossed on my back on the chaise. I laughed at the audacity of the situation. Lance immediately buried his face in my pussy, doing to my cunt what I'd been doing to his cock only a minute before. I started to gush girl juice as his fingers, lips, and tongue did their magic on my nether region. As Lance paid attention to me, I pulled Rog's cock to my lips so I could continue to suck on him.

Soon enough, I felt Lance's cock swishing up and down my slit as he prepared to mount me. His motions were slow but deliberate, every move intended to excite and stimulate me. They did. My juices were flowing from my pussy in the expectation that I was going to be royally fucked.

Lance started the royal fucking as I continued to suck on Rog. After only a minute I heard Lance say, "Switch." I watched from my supine position as the two men moved. Rog immediately sank about seven inches of man meat into my cunt, pushing right to the hilt until our pubes ground together. After the initial wave of pleasure from his penetration passed, I pulled Lance's cock into my mouth and started that blowjob.

As we fucked, he asked, "Do you do anal? Do you want to be DP'd?"

*********

[rangeela]

I whispered, "I've never done it. If you're gentle and very careful, I'd be willing to try. I'll need a lot of coaxing, priming, and lubrication to get me ready."

My thoughts adopted a competitive posture. If Megan could do anal sex, I certainly could. She indicated she'd pussyfooted around doing it, and needed to be coaxed by just the right person in just the right way. I'd just given a green light to a man I'd barely met to fuck my ass -- and to have his partner do it.

Rog disappeared for a minute but then returned. He held up a bottle of Astroglide for me to see. I recalled that was what Bill had used only a few weeks earlier when I'd first become associated with OPALS as a guest.

Lance backed away for a moment, jerking his cock from my slippery cunt.

Rog turned me over, so I knelt. He lubed up my asshole, and then I felt his right thumb slowly and carefully worm its way into my ass. He pumped for a couple of minutes, and then slid in two fingers, and a few minutes later three, and a few minutes after that four. He pushed hard helping to expand my opening and to get me ready for his cock. After I felt another application of the gel, I felt Rog's rigid cock slide into me about an inch. He held it there and then slowly pushed in, pausing or even withdrawing slightly on a frequent basis.

I was in some kind of sexual ecstasy. Certainly, the penetration wasn't the most comfortable, but I'd felt lots worse from my OB/GYN. Here I was a fifty-eight year old woman, a respectable woman of means and a mother of two adult children, being ass-fucked for the first time in my life.

Rog was gentle and careful. I felt as though he treated me like a porcelain doll. Slowly, his large cock snaked its way into my butt until I felt him bottom out. When he did, he just paused and let me get used to his presence.

I gestured Lance in front of me, and I sucked on him as Rog slowly pumped his cock inside me. I looked up at him and said, "Well stud, it looks like you get my pussy for this round."

Lance lay down and shuffled up the chaise beneath me until his cock was about even with my pussy. Rog pulled out of my ass completely, and then I dropped my hot little pussy onto Lance's cock. We fucked for a couple of minutes, and then I felt Rog swat my butt. Show time!

Rog inserted his cock back into my ass. I was now being DP'd for the first time in my life. He'd no sooner started to pump into me than he said, "Penny ... Lance, I'm not going to last. Penny you have the sweetest ass, and I'm about to fill it with my spunk."

I turned back to him, "Do it. Do it. Fill me. Pump me full of cum."

Lance said, "Me too. I'm about to cum too."

I couldn't resist. I actually felt Rog's surges into my ass as he started to fire off volley after volley of cum deep inside my rectum. I felt the warmth spread, and it felt ... delicious. It was naughty, dirty, and above all fun. Oh, I've been more comfortable while having sex, but being DP'd was all those other things that plain vanilla sex just can't be, and that made this wanton act delectable.

I'd no sooner enjoyed Rog's warm juice, than Lance erupted like a volcano deep inside my tight little cunt. I felt his cock surge, and then the hosing down of my insides with his warm man juice. He went on and on, and I knew I was going to be very full when he stopped.

I leaned down and passionately kissed Lance. "Thank you. You are a magnificent lover. This isn't over yet, by far."

I rolled onto my back beside Lance and pulled Rog down into my arms. I praised him for the care he took in introducing me to anal sex, and then the double penetration of my body by two men. I still felt in seventh heaven, and my pussy kept enjoying little spasms of pleasure every few seconds. We made out for a few minutes as the men's cum ran in rivulets from my pussy and ass onto the chaise.

I reached down and grabbed a good dollop of cum from my nether region, undoubtedly a mix of both their juices. As they watched, I brought the gel-like mass to my lips, and then sucked in every drop and made a show of swallowing.

Only then did I become aware of the applause from the six others at our dinner party. I had been only distantly aware of their presence for the past half hour or more as Rog, Lance, and I made love in various ways. Now, I blushed. I waved the fingers that had just been licked around in the air to accept their accolades. I heard a few laughs.

Harriet came over and nudged Rog away from his slot next to me. She took his place and kissed me. "Penny, that was the sexiest porn show I've ever seen. You can come to my parties any day you want." After I got another more passionate kiss from her, Harriet said, "Now, I'm going to do some clean up."

With that, Harriet slithered down my body until she was between my legs. I felt her fingers and tongue start to plunder my pussy and ass, collecting the remaining juices from the men. At one point, she came back up my body, dragging her naked breasts against mine. As Harriet and I kissed she gave me a huge injection of the cum she'd collected from my holes by spurting the liquid from her mouth into mine.

Based on her motions and a word or two, I swapped the men's juices back and forth with Harriet for a few minutes. Gradually, we swallowed away the juice. Harriet went back for more. I thought about how I didn't mind the taste of the cum, and I particularly enjoyed kissing and swapping the fluids with the red head.

After another minute, I felt Harriet's body start to bump against mine. I opened my eyes and saw that Ben was fucking Harriet from behind as she ate me out. Oh, how sexy. I'm being eaten and she's being fucked at the same time.

Eventually, Steve came and offered Harriet his cock, and she started to suck on him. I moved away from the chaise, flowing right into Gary's arms. He whispered to me, "Wow. You are the sexiest woman in the Club. Un-fucking-believable performance. I hope you enjoyed it."

I kissed Gary hard, and then moved beside him and kissed Megan, and then Bob. Megan looked at me in awe. "Penny, you outdid yourself, and certainly outdid me. I've got a new goal to aspire to. Harriet even inspired me, and watching you gave me so many ideas of things I want to try. She turned to Bob and Gary, "Ready, guys?"

Megan stopped the proceedings with a single remark, "Hey, have any of you ever participated in a bukkake, you know, where the men come all over a girl's face? I never have and with six guys I think it might be fun."

I asked, "Can all the girls join in at the same time? I like that game."

Harriet expressed her wish to participate as well.

Megan gave me a lewd grin, "Oh, what a good idea. Come on girls, we are going to take a cum shower at the end of this round."

Megan spurred us all on to a new high -- or a new low, depending on your point of view. I actually found myself surprised at my lustful reaction to the prospect of having cum dumped onto my face. The depravity of the act excited and aroused me beyond the state I was already in. I had begun to think I should just declare myself an aging nymphomaniac slut, stay naked, and fuck all comers.

I fucked Bob and Steve, and when the various guys got near, we bided our time until the men were close and thought they could come close together. For that matter, I was also close to yet another orgasm.

Megan, Harriet, and I lay down so our heads were together. The six men stood over us jacking off. When one would come, he'd spray his cum so it rained down on our faces. As the third load of cum splashed across my face and Harriet's, I rubbed myself to another orgasm, delighting in the climax as I felt the cum running down my cheeks. By the time six men had done this, we three women were facially drenched and laughing at our hedonistic act.

Megan led us in the further decadent act of licking the cum from each other's faces. As we did this, I watched three of the men who had declared themselves 'done' for the night, rise to solid erections. I guess we put on a good show for them.

Lance captured me in his arms and kissed me. Before I could say anything, he'd picked me up and just walked across the patio and off the edge of the pool with me in his arms. We made a huge splash into the refreshing pool that immediately started to wash away the sweat and body fluids from the past hour.

Our little orgy went until three in the morning. By that time, each of the women had fucked every guy for a good long time. Megan had been analized and DP'd a couple of times, and I went again with Gary and Lance. Harriet hadn't been idle either.

During a 'Male Rest Break,' Megan, Harriet, and I had a beautiful sapphic hour of pleasure with each other where we bonded and brought each other to many orgasms. I found I liked the taste of Harriet as well as Megan, and Harriet taught me a few new moves to use on women -- and men, for that matter.

Bob and Rog left around two o'clock, completely done in. Megan, Harriet, and I gave each of them a fabulous naked send off in the driveway in plain sight of the other homes and the main road, kissing them goodnight and having them finger each of our pussies so they could smell us the rest of the way home.

We all messed around a little after that. Ben, Steve, and Gary took Megan to bed. Knowing Megan, I figured she would try to get fucked at least once more and hopefully three times more.

Lance, Harriet, and I took another bedroom in Ben's large house. With Herculean effort, Harriet and I got Lance hard enough to take turns servicing the two of us until we each came with the other's help. Lance was beyond climaxing, so we pulled him between us and went to sleep. I felt so loved by everyone ... and also so fucked. , sore in the morning we'd been fucked so much the night before. Moreover, each of us was walking funny because of the soreness and the unusual feeling of our asses from the anal play. I had been an early riser, and could attest to the therapeutic powers of Ben's hot tub.

We did a communal breakfast, mostly in the nude. Harriet, Megan, and I were hands off due to our soreness. We did give the guys a good show, however.

I collected my clothes and went home clad only in my bikini. Despite screwing all night long except for a few hours, I felt surprisingly rested. I think I was so excited and psyched up about the orgy, I just didn't need sleep.

At home I pulled out my diary and started to think about the impact of the OPALS Club on my life over the past month. I made a list:
•Was horny all the time, but couldn't do anything about it; now I can
•First one night stand
•Sex on first date with Bill, Gary, et. al.
•First threesome (wonderful)
•First orgy (more wonderful) and fucking six men and two women in one night
•Anal sex; didn’t know it is such fun
•Double penetrated -- Wow!
•'Snowballing' cum (a new sex word and act I learned)
•First daisy chain with two other women
•First 'air tight' experience -- also a new sex term
•First bukkake with six men; enjoyed with two other women
•First time 'tribbing' with another woman (another new term)
•First time simultaneously eating and being eaten by other women
•First night with more than two dozen orgasms -- Wow!

After a hot sitz bath, I eventually felt good enough below the waist to go for a long walk. As I walked, I thought about the Club and the blast of sex I'd had. I had all these guilty feelings initially, and I had to trace back and figure out where they were coming from. I realized that I had been inculcated with many of the restrictive beliefs and values by my parents and by the church I'd been raised in. Sex was sort of dirty, and could only be shameless under certain circumstances. I listed the reasons: child conception, marital consummation, and ... it was a short list. Sex for any other reason was vile, shameful, and sinful. I'd surely moved well beyond those things in the past month.

I thought, who the hell thought up those restrictive rules that ruined sex for so many people? Garth had helped me break at least part of those arbitrary rules. We had an active sex life in our marriage. I learned sex could be fun and fulfilling in so many ways. My daughters taught me more when they started dating and confessed a few of their open living arrangements with the boyfriend of the day. Before they got married, the activities of both daughters would have rated them as sluts when I'd been their age. Now, I was sure that in one night I had far surpassed anything they might have done. I had earned my 'slut' title, and I loved it. I would wear it with pride.

So, I reasoned I could write my own rules for sex without feeling any conflicts. I decided on something like this: 'Consenting adults can do anything they want in the way of sex.' If everyone consents, no one gets hurt. Because everyone is an adult, informed decisions are made. The statement also hints at the idea of negotiating what sex acts or games will be mutually enjoyed.

I liked my rule versus all the strictures my parents and the church had created in my early life. This rule made everything I did the past month acceptable. I was a consenting adult, and so were the people I had sex with -- men and women. We all liked what we'd done and wanted to do more of it.

Did I want to continue? Hell, yes! Did I want to taper back from what transpired the night before? Well, I wouldn't want to do that every night, but what a lot of fun for all of us. I liked the men and women I'd met, particularly those I'd had sex with. I looked forward to having sex with most of the others, as well as repeat performances with everyone else. I felt appreciated and even loved by them, and I returned those feelings.

I looked ahead to the next couple of decades in my life -- my golden years as so many people called them. For most people those years were sexless, non-physical, almost loveless, affectionless, and unchallenging time periods before they died. For me they would be the opposite, and I couldn't thank Megan enough for introducing me to this group of people. I would be having sex, being physical to the utmost, kissing wildly, loving freely and being loved, and feeling bathed in affection every minute. I couldn't wait for tomorrow and what would happen next.

* * * * *

[rangeela]

Two days later, my doorbell rang in the late afternoon just as I was starting to think about what to fix myself for dinner. I opened the door, and there stood a very handsome Bill Matthews. He looked freshly scrubbed and shaved, and wore neat sport clothes that emphasized his good looks and physique.

I know I broke into a happy smile about the width of the planet. "Bill, what a pleasant surprise."

"I was in the neighborhood ... and I wanted to drop these off." From slightly behind his back, Bill produced a large bouquet of different colored roses -- pinks, whites, dusty reds, and bright reds. How did he know roses were my favorite? I also knew he didn't 'just happen' to be in the neighborhood.

He mumbled, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything ... I mean if you have guests, I can come back another time. I just really wanted to see you again, and I didn't want to wait for the next social ... and I heard about your party at Ben's and wished I'd been invited ... and ..."

Bill held the flowers out while talking. Before he could finish, I moved inside his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck. I put my mouth over his, even as he tried to talk, and I gave him a thousand-megawatt kiss that I hoped melted the zipper on his slacks.

When we parted slightly, Bill looked pleased. I said, "No, you're the most pleasant surprise of my day. I am so glad you came by; I've been thinking about you a lot, and I've missed our time together. You're just in time for cocktails ... and dinner ... and whatever we can think of to do after dinner." I grinned coyly at this handsome hunk of a man, and then kissed him really hard again. "I even have a clean toothbrush for you."

From the happy look on his face, I wondered if we'd ever make it to dinner.

THE END

[rajbr1981]

Excellent story

[bewakoof]

What a club!

[urpussysucker]

nice story!