The �Club� Gets Back Together

By Donna M.

 

With kids to worry about, divorces gone by, pending divorces and just plain life, we girls hadn�t had one of our all-girl vacations in a couple of years.  This year was shaping up differently.  For various reasons we had to get away from it all.  The Lonely Pussies Club, as we dubbed ourselves last time, was getting together again.

I was the one with the kids.  My family had planned for some time to vacation in Ireland, where my husband traced some of his ancestral roots.  As spring of 2011 approached summer, for some unfathomable reason, hubby changed his mind and began souring the kids on an Irish tour.  I was pissed, especially since he wouldn�t tell me why the sudden change of heart.

When talk evolved into the possibility of an insipid Disney vacation, my young teen daughter rolled her eyes and with one of her patented �Pah-lease!� retorts dismissed the idea for both of us.  I wasn�t sure if the whole destination discussion colored me as selfish, but there are only so many places to visit in one�s lifetime, and I figured Dublin had Orlando beat by several miles.

We couldn�t agree.  We fought.  In the end all plans looked shot, my son was angry with me, and my husband was inexplicably nonchalant about all the family discord.

And I was extremely horny.

I called Derek�s service and that of another of my favorite escorts to find that they were on the road and weren�t available.  �On the road� meant they were travelling to other cities and bringing other lonely women to orgasmic bliss.  The frustration got me writing more, which was my usual way of handling things.

One day while speaking with my best friend Shannon, the subject came up of having another all-girl vacation, which we hadn�t done in a while.  What was once a tradition of sorts among old friends petered out when first Erin, then Millie, and then Linda got divorced.  Shannon and I recognized the uneasy predicament we were put in as the others were wont to run wild, while we were still married.  Now Shannon was getting divorced and our friendship was strained because of it.

As we talked in generalities about vacations, Shannon was the first to bring up the underlying issue.  �What�s happened to us, Donna?  Is it my fault?�

�We both can share the blame, I guess.  I think I wanted to give you some space to settle into the new life, and I believe you felt a little guilty with me still married.�

She took my hand, �No.  I can read you like an open book,� she said.  �You didn�t want to be the fall-back position, right?�

That certainly was part of it, but not all.  �Shan, I�m afraid.  I don�t want out of my marriage.  You know how things are with me, the writing, gigolos, the works.  I�m worried that I�ll end up divorced like you.�

She smiled.  �I never thought divorce was catchy, like the cold bug.�  That set us to laughing and a big hug, and then to crying as in each our own way we recognized our fear of the future.  Shannon kissed me, but it was a friend�s kiss, not a lover�s kiss.  �I was remembering the vacation at Millie�s beach house where we first made love.  We never planned it, never talked about it, but it was so natural, so beautiful.�

�Yeah, the Lonely Pussies Club�we did have a great time, didn�t we?  Even if Linda and Millie went crazy and fucked anything that moved.   Too bad Millie sold the place.�  Shannon was right, she could read me, and the way she looked at me let me know she knew I was avoiding the subject.  So I added, �Yes, we�ve had some nice sex, haven�t we, but I�m glad it never overwhelmed our friendship.  I just hope your situation doesn�t do that either.�

�Let�s not let it,� she answered.

We called Erin.  Erin was the first of the group to separate from her husband (would I end up being the last?) and had not been with us at Millie�s beach house that vacation, although it may have seemed to her that she had been since she�d heard all the stories ad infinitum.

We floated the possibility of us girls going on a vacation together, and solicited ideas.  Erin told us that she had gone to a Hedonism resort in the Caribbean a couple of years ago with a boyfriend.  The boyfriend did more trolling for other women than anything else, so the experience had been less than hot for her.  �I�m sure they have resorts like that for singles, right?  We should check those out on the web,� she said.

Singles.  Well, we all were except me.  I volunteered to call Millie and Linda to get their ideas, as well as research possible vacation destinations.  The �Lonely Pussies Club� vacation looked promising to me, and because of the precedence of past years, my husband couldn�t say much in protest, could he?  And what did that say about me?  Was I about to turn a corner in my life?

My mind was made up the next time Shannon came to visit.  Where my hubby usually goes gaga over Shan, this time he was surprisingly aloof; surprising mostly since she was now �available.�  I wondered if his cool attitude reflected the fact she was no longer a �challenge� for him, but then it hit me.  My mind made the kind of intuitive leap that usually serves me well.  He was having an affair, I was sure of it.  It wasn�t the first time, but I hoped those days were behind us.  If he was screwing someone else as I suspected, the irony was sublime.  Considering how my ASSTR fan base lusted after me, telling me in e-mail after e-mail how lucky my husband was and how they would treat me, to think that once more my husband was cheating on me was indeed ironic.

�We�re going, Shan,� I said.  �I don�t know where but we�re going on that trip, and I�m getting laid.�

�Whoa, what got into you?�

I told her my suspicions.

�You want me to find out for sure?  I know a PI who can find the dirt in a jiffy.�

I laughed.  �PI?...jiffy?...what happened to the old Shannon I knew and loved?�

Now it was her turn to laugh.  �Yeah, that�s what my life�s about now,� she said with a sigh, �digging up dirt on my husband for the divorce.�  We talked a bit more about the end of her marriage.  She revealed some things she hadn�t yet told me; some nasty things about how she�d been treated.  �You know, I simply accepted everything as normal until that night last year with your gigolo buddy Derek.  I think that scene works well for you, but I�d get too dependent on it, I think.  I�ve had men want me since puberty but that�s the first time a man actually made me feel special, and I had to pay him for the privilege.�

�No boyfriend yet?� I asked.

�Hell no!  Besides, why give my husband any ammunition for the coming war?�

�So, maybe the answer is one of those hot resorts in the Caribbean somewhere like Erin suggested.  You game?  I don�t think your husband can have you followed there.�

�You�re serious about this aren�t you?� she said.  �This is so NOT like you, Donna.  You really think he�s screwing around again, don�t you?�

�All the signs are there, Shan.  I can smell it.�

�The bastard.�

�Oh, don�t be so hasty, it�s not like I�ve been this chaste angel.�

She shook her head, �That�s not the same thing.  We�ve been over this ground before about the emotional element of real cheating.  You�re not there.�

��Yet,� was my comment, and we both left it at that.

I did speak with Millie and Linda about a vacation, and they both were extremely enthusiastic.  Linda mentioned a good friend named Amber, and wanted to know if she could come along.  Considering everything is double occupancy, I took it upon myself to say okay.  The �Club� now had six members.  Shannon pulled up some web pages on the Hedonism resorts.  When we read that one of them had a high ratio of men to women, we both agreed that we�d look into that one.  On my own I read some web articles on sex tourism and how excursions once made only by men were now something women were doing.  Sex tourism sure sounded like what we were doing, though I kept this categorization to myself, the only married woman of the bunch.

Shannon became our booking leader, contacting various travel agencies looking for the best deal.  Our flights would be complicated seeing that the six of us would be coming from four different locations to get there.  We debated booking a large suite, but considering our fantasies and what may happen, we decided on three rooms: Erin and Millie; Linda and her friend Amber; and Shannon and me.  Hey, even if something happened between us, we could simply swap roommates.  We didn�t know Amber or if her relationship with Linda was more than friendship, but it seemed like a practical solution to all of us.

My kids weren�t happy.  I did the nasty thing and blamed their father.  We�d been talking about Ireland for so long and he killed the idea.  He still wouldn�t tell the truth about why he killed it.  Was his new suspected mistress that important, more important than the family?  I hoped and prayed that wasn�t the whole story.  Nevertheless, mom needed a vacation and she was going to have a fun one.  Dad made promises to make it up to them.  I warned him he better not let them down.  Of course, I had �warnings� thrown back at me, but to hell with him.  I was going.

Shannon and I went bikini shopping; her with glee, me with trepidation.  It�s been a while since I owned a bikini, and frankly from the waist down I wasn�t too happy with the look as I tried on various suits.  Shannon, on the other hand had lost some pounds recently and looked marvelous for her age.  Watching her model bikinis in the boutique�s dressing room, I could easily hate her if she wasn�t my best friend.  She picked the best one for her, a little turquoise number.  She then turned her attention to me before I had a chance to quit in resignation.  She convinced me to try on a black one that wasn�t as severely cut at the hips as others were.  The bra was more substantial than her two triangles, which is what I needed.  It wouldn�t remind me of my youth, but she was right, and I bought it.  I didn�t show my husband.

We had plenty of round-robin phone calls to plan everything�what clothes to bring, what to expect when we got there, nudity once there (oh God!), and most of all, MEN.  I got to know Amber a little bit during the calls.  She seemed more subdued, tame compared to Linda who had a wild streak like no other.  I had visions of Linda and Millie chasing after every young dick in the resort.  It was certainly going to be interesting to witness if nothing else.  How would I act?  That was the big question.  I could fantasize like anyone else, and maybe more so, but actually being wild and promiscuous?  That would be the biggest step of all.

I won�t bore you with any more pre-flight and flight details.  Suffice it to say that Shannon was a nutcase during the flight, and I probably mirrored her.  She fidgeted like I�d never seen her do before, talking incessantly about what it would be like and whether any men would �go� for her.  I had a feeling that wouldn�t be a problem, since she looked the part of a cougar, and would have no problem acting as one now that she was divorcing.

When our conversation turned to speculation on who�d get laid first, we knew adjacent passengers were paying attention.  All the craning necks gave them away.  We both put our money on Linda, remembering our last all-girl vacation and Ryan the surfer.  Linda was bold and out-there.  She honed that petite body of hers in the gym like she was obsessed, as perhaps she was.  You saw strong men go weak in the knees when the petite blond dynamo approached them.

I closed my eyes and tried to nap but couldn�t.  I was in some sort of emotional storm, thinking about what lay ahead.  If I thought about sex at the resort as an extension of the gigolos I paid for, then maybe I could do it.

There was no doubt in my mind that my friends could do it.  After last year and the threesome with Shannon and Derek, I knew Shannon was entering a new phase of her life with relish.  She�d do okay.  Millie was as unpredictable as her weight.  The last time I saw her she�d slimmed down considerably, succeeding in overcoming her mousiness that always crimped her behavior.  I�d witnessed her wildness along with her transformation.  Erin was a complex woman.  An attorney who conveyed a take-no-prisoners image, she often was assumed to be a dyke by those who didn�t know her.  She wore her dark hair in a short shag and didn�t smile much, though I always knew that was simply her lawyer �balls� showing through.  She could be as bold and assertive as Linda, and if she wanted something she got it.  So if Erin wanted a man, she�d have him.  Amber was an unknown, but if she was anything like Linda�well.

And then there was me.  This wasn�t the first time I pondered a correlation between motherhood and marital status.  I was the only mother in the �club.�  Maybe that�s why I was the only one of us staying married.  I sure hoped that wasn�t the only reason.  The correlation bothered me, as it seemed so pessimistic, so morose, and that got me NOT thinking about my marriage.

As the plane approached the airport, Shannon may have read my mind, for she said, �No matter what we all choose to do or not do, I won�t let you be alone.�

That was the big question: what would I do?  What I won�t do here is write a travelogue.  The web site or a brochure can describe the resort well enough. 

Transportation had been arranged, so Shannon and I got a ride to the resort and we checked in.  The desk clerk told us that two of our friends had already checked in and handed us a message.  Millie and Erin were here and invited us to the pool where they assured us that they would be �topless and drinking.�

�Sounds good,� Shannon said as we were shown our room.

We rummaged through our bags for our suits and put them on, then ensconced in our cover-ups and sandals we asked for and were given directions to the nude pool.  Millie jumped up and with a big wave, came running toward us, her unencumbered breasts bouncing wildly.  She gave us both kisses while announcing to the world (at least the world around the pool) how glad she was to see us.  What was cool and not totally unexpected was the way many eyes around the pool checked us out, both men and women.

When we took our wraps off, Millie asked �You�re gonna lose those tops, right?�

Like she usually did, cool Erin waited for Millie to splash us with her enthusiasm before she joined us and said hello.

I hugged Erin and bussed her cheek.  With her arms around me, she undid my bikini bra and pulled it away.  �I figured you�d take awhile to do it, so now it�s too late,� she said.

I hugged her closer so her pointed breasts dueled with my rounder ones, saying �You�re right, as always.�

With Shannon and me now topless, we drew four lounge chairs together and got down to good old fashioned girl talk.  We had a lot of catching up to do.  Millie and Erin took turns trying to outdo each other in telling �weird boyfriend� stories.  What occurred to me was the stark difference between men in each woman�s life.  Millie was drawn to the bad boy type, which doomed her to disappointment after the initial gratification became a memory.  I remembered one such man, Barry, her boyfriend-du-jour who made a pass at me the first moment he could.  On the other hand, Erin the lawyer ended up with Type A�s in her bed, and it sounded like gross mismatches considering her propensity to control every situation she was in.   Nevertheless, their stories were wild.

Shannon and I couldn�t compete so we didn�t try.  Millie probed Shannon, saying she must have some juicy stories to tell since she left Bill.  At first she didn�t acknowledge anything, but then she looked at me and started telling the other two about our night last year with Derek.

�No shit!� Millie exclaimed.  �You paid a guy for a threesome?�

I didn�t really want to talk about it, but Shannon continued, �Yes, he�s Donna�s regular gigolo, and he�s no �regular� guy,� making sure to put emphasis on regular with a pantomime of his equipment size.

Millie was dumfounded, but Erin picked up on the dynamic right away.  �I can�t see myself doing it, but it makes all the sense in the world,� she said.  �You see him regularly?� she asked me, and when I nodded, said �He must be good at it, right?�  I nodded again.  �No emotional baggage, just a good professional fucking.  Yes, it does sound like a solution.�

A solution; to what exactly I didn�t know.  �It works for me,� I said.

Millie said, �I wouldn�t pay for it,� and all I could think of was every idle boast I�ve heard from men throughout my life when the subject of prostitutes came up.  Instead, she�s gone through boyfriends one jerk at a time, and as she claims has never been truly satisfied by any of them.

Shannon picked up on it right away.  �Millie, how much did you pay for this trip?�  When Millie quoted a figure that was of course well known to all of us, Shannon said, �So maybe you are paying to get laid.�

Erin and I laughed.  Millie pouted.

Erin said, �You know, if we�re after sex partners, girls, we better find them now before the other two get here.  Those two will have every man on their knees as soon as they get here.�

�You�ve met Amber?� I asked.

�No, but I�ve seen pictures of her on Linda�s Facebook page, and she drips sex like a thawing icicle.�

�You know, Erin, sweetheart, you do have a way with words,� I said.

�That�s because she�s a silver-tongued lawyer,� Millie said.

Silver tongued, indeed; I probably wasn�t the only one who figured Erin swung both ways.  She never made a pass at me, and neither Shannon nor Mille has ever indicated anything.  I considered myself staunchly heterosexual, even though I�ve dallied a few times with Shannon, which I consider a special case yet there have been times when Erin�s intensity has triggered something within me.  I admit it.

We didn�t run off looking for sex partners.  We continued to get caught up on everything that had happened the last couple of years, before we decided to head to the beach.  Plenty of folks, mostly couples, stopped us for a welcome and introductions.  The four of us got enough looks from the men to bolster our forty-something self-esteem.  A good looking, young black couple cried out �Vanilla� when they saw us, and got us talking about the resort�s theme for the week.  Introductions were made, and the woman, whose name was Maisie, gave off plenty of bisexual vibes, enough that Erin�s usual inscrutable disposition slipped for a second or two.  The couple was hot enough that I could easily fantasize about being in between them in bed.  As we walked along the beach, I guessed that each of my friends was contemplating how far she�d go this week, as I most assuredly was.

That�s when we heard the yell, and saw Linda and who I assumed to be Amber walking towards us.  Both blonds were topless, without a tan line between them.   They were holding hands.

Seeing the hand-holding, Millie was quick to ask, �You two aren�t hooked up, are you?�

Linda answered, �Hello to you too,� and introduced Amber to us.  She may have not answered Millie�s question, but it did look like they had something going.

We talked amongst ourselves on the beach, occasionally having couples and groups say hello, with one couple saying they thought it was �cool� for a group of lesbians to be vacationing together like we were.  When they walked away, Millie muttered �Oh my God!  Is that what we look like?�

I expected Erin to say something�I detected a momentary frown on her face�but she didn�t.  The rest of us chuckled at the reference.  We spent the rest of the afternoon mingling and meeting people, and frankly sizing up potential partners.  Linda and Amber were especially popular, as I figured they would be; the other three and I were over-the-hill merchandise in comparison to the two athletic blonds looking at least ten years younger than they were.  I could have been jealous of Linda, but she worked harder than all of us to stay trim, so she earned what attention she gets.  Of course, being relatively newly single, she seeks attention like a missile seeks a heat source.  And she�s equally explosive, as I�ve witnessed.  Before we left the beach area, Linda and Amber had already been invited to �party� with a bodybuilding man and wife.

�Do you think he�s got a dick to match the rest of his muscles?� Linda said.

Shannon added, �Steroids have been known to shrink dicks.�

Amber said, �The wife looked happy enough, so maybe it�s a myth.�

�You two gonna find out for sure?� Millie asked.  �If not, I�ll offer my services.�

�I bet you will,� I chimed in.

We eventually walked back toward the pool and the main complex to see what was on the menu, not just for food but also entertainment, which here meant games.  Sexy games.  Amber and Linda liked the idea of nude volleyball when I brought it up.  The other three weren�t as thrilled.

�When�s the toga party?� Millie asked.

�What about this chocolate-vanilla thing?� Shannon wanted to know.  �I know Donna yearns for a big, black cock.�

Erin looked at me and said, �You should have said something to those two,� meaning Maisie and her hubby.  �They seemed to want an oreo threesome.  After all, you�ve got the right filling.�  She saw my reaction and quickly added, �I�m talking about your libido and those puppies,� pointing to my breasts, with their rosy glow and taut nipples in response to being �free.�

�I don�t know�� I said, and let it hang there.

Erin said, �I�m sorry, Donna dear.  You do what you want without pressure from the rest of us unattached, unfulfilled women.�

Linda chimed in, �Unfulfilled?  Speak for yourself.�

Shannon said, �You know, we don�t have to all hang together all week.  Let�s do our own thing, okay?�

Erin said to that, �Then Donna and I are going to find a bar, get the biggest Bloody Marys we can, and get caught up on old times.  You all can go find some chocolate thunder, if that�s what you want.�  She took me by the arm and led me away. 

The whole thing had been surreal, and I think I captured the conversation well enough.  The weird part had been standing on a nude beach and not being completely nude; the six of us still in our bikini bottoms.  I thought I�d be nervous exposing myself, but so far I was pretty comfortable.

We found those Bloody Marys with our names on them, and relaxed by the nude pool, reminiscing.  Erin wanted to know so much about �my ASSTR life� as she called it, especially my motivation in writing about myself the way I�d done.  In the midst of our conversation, we got with the program and lost our bottoms.  She looked at my pubis and said, �You�re still shaving, I see.  Looks good on you, especially with the nice tummy you have.  No telling by looking at you that you�ve had two kids.�

�Thanks.�  I didn�t know what else to say.  Erin didn�t shave.  In fact, her bush was rather lush, though bikini-trimmed.

�So tell me about this Derek dude.  Is he really the stud you make him out to be?�

I told her Derek�s real name, and then told her about not only his physical attributes, but the skill with which he used them.

�I still can�t fathom any woman paying for sex, but I can see how good he must be in the way you light up and get all pink�hot and bothered when you talk about him.�

�I do?�

�Don�t you know it, girl!�

We drank and watched the parade of good looking nude folks around us.  I saw Erin particularly checking out a large breasted (they looked real) blond.  �Erin, just like we said earlier, you don�t have to hang with me.  If you want to hook up with someone, go for it.  Don�t worry about me.  I�m a big girl.�

Her eyes bored into me, and she responded, �You don�t get it Donna, do you?  It�s you I want to hook up with.�

I was flabbergasted, and struck mute.

She continued, �Look, it�s no secret I prefer women.  When I read about you and Shan, I got jealous.  Do you believe it?  We were always such good friends but I figured you for staunchly straight and kept all my feelings to myself.  Then I saw you here��

�You really mean that?  You want me?�

�There�s a �but� in there.  I can hear it.�

�No �but.�  I�m just caught off guard, that�s all.  I never knew.�

�Like I said; you�re really straight.  I can tell.  I finally came to grips with who I was, out of the proverbial closet, so to speak, and now I can�t hide my feelings any longer.�

�Then let�s go to your room.�

�You mean that?�

�I always mean what I say.�  But did I?  Did I want to sleep with Erin, or was I simply acquiescing to her stated, surprising desires?  I�d soon find out.

We put our suits back on and walked to where Erin and Millie�s room was.  With Shannon, lovemaking was a natural extension of our deep friendship.  Erin and I would be different.  She knew how nervous I was, so she took the lead and I submitted.  She pulled all the strings, figuratively and literally (the strings of our bikinis that is).  She made love to me with her hands, her lips, and her tongue.  My breasts felt heavy and swollen, and my nipples responded to her touch, as did my pussy, which opened up with an internal geyser that surprised both of us.

Erin muttered, �Oh Donna,� with my juices wet on her lips and chin, before going down for a second helping.

I grabbed her hair and bellowed in the most excruciatingly wild way as the mother of all orgasms swept over me and crushed me.  Was it just because it had been so long?  Did Erin possess skills beyond mere mortals?  Or was it something so mysterious within me it had no name?

She let me come down from my orgasmic high before we got down to it again; this time her turn.  Her nipples proved to be extra sensitive, and she had a little quake while I sucked on them.  Then I went for her pussy.

�Higher�a little more�more�THERE!� she murmured and then yelped as, much like a pit bull, I nailed her special spot and didn�t relent, didn�t let go.  Erin turned out to be a very loud cummer.  I made noise, but she was quite a few decibels beyond me.  I never heard the word �Yes� shouted so many consecutive times, and at that amplitude.

As we lay in bed together, sweaty and spent, she chuckled and said, �You came here to get laid, but you never thought it would be by me.�

�No�that never entered my mind.�

�Any regrets?�

�Of course not.�

We stayed in bed, touching and exploring each other�s body in a more relaxed manner than the original frenzy.  Neither one of us budged when we heard the door open.

�I don�t believe this!� Millie barked, gaping at us in bed.

�What�s there not no believe?  We�re in Hedo, land of enchanted sex, and we enjoyed a little of that enchantment, didn�t we, Donna dear?�

I acknowledged we had.  For some reason, Millie�s expression pissed me off, as if somehow finding Erin and me together was an affront to her vacation.  �Maybe we should swap roomies,� I said sharply.  �You can room with Shannon.  We�ll swap clothes and things later.  What about it?�  I always believed Millie to be a bit of a closet homophobe, and the way she jumped at the chance to room with someone other than Erin may have confirmed it.  She changed out of her bikini and left the room.

�You didn�t�?� I said.

�No, I�ve never made a pass at her.  Frankly I love her as a friend but she�s not my type.�

�And I am?�

�Always have been, lady.�

Now, that was a revelation!

Eventually we rejoined the group and had to withstand all the teasing from the other four.  Shannon had agreed to room with Millie if that�s what I wanted.  Erin squeezed my hand, and I said yes, that�s what I wanted.  We ate, visited the beach again, got drunk, laughed our heads off, played silly themed games, and overall had a great time.  The current membership of the Lonely Pussies Club; so far from home and yet so close.

I�m not going to recount everything we did.  If you�ve been to a Hedonism resort, then you know how things are.  Amber, Linda and Millie were quite active, and loved to tell the rest of all the gory details.  Shannon met a recently divorced doctor who was with �a friend� and one afternoon they slinked off.  Shannon was aglow afterwards.  Erin and I slept together and learned quite a lot about each other�s buttons to push.  We pushed the buttons, and the orgasms were sublime.

�You still seem surprised by my desire for you,� Erin said to me while in bed.  �It�s really strange that you�re the married one, since you�re way more intelligent and ballsy than the rest of us.  I like that.�

�Intelligent and ballsy?  That description fits you more than me.�

�Ah, modest to the end,� she said, and we both laughed.  She went on to say that she had no delusions, that I was �hetero� and she knew it, that she just wanted to enjoy the week in all ways possible, and one way was to sleep with me.

I could buy that.  Our hook-up had no complications, unlike any I could have with a stranger.  Erin had driven that fantasy away a little bit.

But we still had fun and games.  Linda and I were the volleyball queens.  Whatever team we build around us, we�d kick the ass of the other team.  I�d never played volleyball naked before, and it took some getting used to with my unencumbered larger breasts, as I guess it did with the men and their unencumbered balls.

One man who we drafted for our team sure made the effort on the nude beach worth it.  He was around six-two, with chocolate skin. A few tattoos, and a fabulous piece of dangling meat that could be nine or ten inches, not quite surrounded by a small trimmed patch of wiry pubic hair.  The rest of him was manscaped perfectly.  His name was Teddy.

After one hard-fought point, he said to me, �You�re gonna be sore tomorrow, with those babes bouncing around like they are.�

�And maybe you�ll be sore too,� I answered, pointing to his large package.

�One can only hope,� he said, which I was sure was a double-entendre.  The question was whether it was meant specifically for me, since he also made similar complimentary comments to other women, including Linda.

Later, Linda had me aside and said, �He�s quite a specimen.  You going for that?�  I told her that I�d let things play out however they did.  �Passivity won�t cut it here.  Aggression, sweetheart, aggression.  Go for it, or it won�t happen.�  It was easy for her to say.  After the game Linda walked away from the beach with two dudes young enough to be her sons.  That�s a threesome I�d pay to watch.

�Looks like your friend has plans.  Do you?�  Teddy was behind me.  I turned around, but fell to temptation and glanced at his dick.  He knew, but thankfully didn�t say anything lewd.  After all, he was looking at my tits.

�Is it too early for the hot tub?� I asked, and he wholeheartedly agreed it wasn�t.

The large hot tub was sparsely occupied at that moment but I knew it wouldn�t last long.  It was a popular place.  No need for small talk; I got right down to asking everything about him.

He was: Married, and his wife was here; he thought she was in a group thing in someone�s room at the moment (�Getting her bi-side taken care of�); he was thirty-five; one child at home, a son; they lived in North Carolina; and he was attracted to me.

�Explain why?� I said, and that caught him by surprise.  He tried to explain, but it really came down to two things�my ample chest (�I admit it, I�m a breast man�) and what he called my �attitude.�

�You�re older than me, and you probably have kids, but you�re still �out there,� I mean that you look like you get what you want, like how you took charge in the volleyball match, and I find that attractive in a woman.  Besides all that, you have a bitchin� body�a MILF.�

�If you�ve declared me a MILF, then I guess the next move is yours.�  He kissed me, a hand immediately going for my crotch.  My hand went where it was destined to go.  I felt his long fleshy shaft stiffen and grow in my palm.  He had one formidable tool, and my body responded to the thought of how he�d use it on me.

He knew it, too.  He felt my heightened state of arousal.  �Whoa, mama, you�re a hot one,� he muttered as his fingers worked into my pussy.

I knew public sex was frowned upon here, but I wasn�t sure if that applied to the hot tub.  I�d read stories of this place, though, and in the blogs it sounded like the hot tub was a hot place indeed.  Teddy�s cock had grown to massive proportions, or at least that�s what it felt like underwater.

He was about to set me on his lap when I whispered �condom.�

�You kidding me?� he said.  �Those things don�t work in the water, anyway, I�m clean.  You can trust me.�

�It�s not trust�just gotta be safe��  I said, breathless.

Teddy suddenly raised his voice and said to someone who was behind us, �Marcus, you believe this mama?  She doesn�t want the big guy without pro-tec-tion,� emphasizing each syllable.

I looked over to see a grinning black man in shorts watching us.  I pushed Teddy away from me, and said, �You had to be an asshole, didn�t you.  I�m not going to be the white lady conquest you can brag about to your friends in the �hood.�

�What happened to your Chocolate craving, Vanilla?�  He stood and waggled his semi-erect cock at me.  �You won�t find one like this anywhere else on this island.�

I climbed from the hot tub, just avoiding his hand grasping for one of my breasts.  �Don�t flatter yourself.  I�m sure there are bigger ones around, and they�ll probably not be attached to an asshole like you.  In fact, I think I�ll go look for your wife.  That sounds like better �chocolate� action for me anyway.  How is that for attitude?�  I walked away to the sounds of their laughter.

I located my bikini and wrap, and went in search of a drink.  Or two.

When I met my friends again, they were disappointed I didn�t get it on with Teddy, but when I told them about his behavior, they agreed upon his asshole status.  �Too bad,� Linda said.  �The bro� was hung!�

Ironically, Amber realized who Teddy�s wife was, having taken part in the same all-girl orgy.  �She�s hot, and NOT an asshole,� was her assessment.

�Well, what about you?� I asked Linda, and she regaled us with a tale of her threesome.  �Those boys were game, but I fucked them silly and they went away tired and sore.  Good cummers, though.�  Millie eagerly requested their names and room numbers.

We drank, and got drunk.  Not falling-down drunk, but close.  That loosened up our lips, if not our libidos.  Shannon told us she was going to join an older married couple in a threesome later, and of course we wanted to know everything.  When Millie began telling us about some anal sex that she�d �loved,� we declared it TMI.  Not surprisingly, Erin was silent.

It wasn�t until the next morning that Erin told me how much she envied Linda and Amber.  �They�ve got a hot thing going, don�t they?� she said.  �I doubt I�ll ever meet a soul mate.  Maybe I�m too�too�something.�

�Maybe you�re too everything.� I said.  �I bet in a different life we�d make a great couple.�

�You mean that?  It sounds like you�re coming over to the home team.�

�Not likely, Erin.  Not likely.�

�But you are in bed with me.�

�So, stop thinking like a lawyer and start feeling like a poet.�

Erin was nothing like Shannon as a lover.  As I was cumming, I thought, the �home team� wasn�t such a bad thing after all.

The following day, as Shan and I sat at the swim-up bar and sipped drinks, she asked me about Erin and me.  I explained that it was a passing thing, born of old friendships and new longings.  �Like with me and you.�

�Is there still a me and you?� she asked.

I kissed her and said that there was, as long as she wanted me �as a friend or otherwise.�

The bartender saw the kiss and smiled before bringing us another drink.  He asked, �You two come together?�

I chuckled and said, �We�ve cum together several times.�  Good man, he got the joke.

The toga party was fun.  Sailing a little catamaran was fun.  Flailing my tits about playing volleyball was fun.  However, before I knew it the week was over and it was time to go home.  Shannon�s and my flight was the earliest, so we bid our goodbyes to our friends as we prepared to leave.  I welcomed Amber to the �Club,� and after she gave me the puzzled look, I laughed and told Linda to fill the newest member in.

Erin took me aside and thanked me.  I said, �Okay, maybe I didn�t get a taste of chocolate cock like I planned, but I experienced something better.  Let�s keep in touch.  I know that soul mate is out there.  Keep looking.�  Our parting kiss was more than between friends, and the girls razzed us for it.

On the flight home, I asked Shannon if she got everything she wanted out of our Hedonism vacation.  Using veiled language, in case eager fellow passengers were listening, she filled me in on the sex she had and how �liberating� it had been.  �But what about you?  You didn�t get any, did you?�

�Except with Erin I didn�t, but I still had lots of fun, and I was with friends having fun, and that means the world to me.�

She told me some more Millie stories, ones she heard all about since they roomed together.  �Did you see her getting screwed from behind by that big badass at the disco?�  I acknowledged I�d seen it.  How could anyone miss it, with her miniskirt hiked up, her legs rhythmically lifting off the dance floor, and all the noise she made, only partway drowned out by the music?  As Shannon told me more, some passengers sitting around us were indeed getting an earful.

When we touched down at Logan, I contemplated the needs unmet by the vacation.  While waiting at the carousel for our luggage, I stepped aside and called Derek�s service for an appointment.  I had a date for next Friday evening.

So, that�s it.

I think I got it all down here as it happened, at least what was important to me.

If you were at Hedonism II in Negril in the middle of August, then you may have seen us, six ladies in our forties, four blonds and two brunettes.  Maybe we spoke.  Maybe you hooked up with one of my friends. 

I hope you enjoyed yourself.

 

Kids and hubby treated me strangely upon my return.  What sort of ideas about what mommy did on vacation my husband may have planted in the kids� heads would need to be ferreted out eventually, to keep some semblance of familial peace around here.  The fact I was going out �shopping� Friday night so soon after the vacation didn�t go unnoticed either, though it did go uncommented on.  I wanted to dress especially well for Derek, but that was out of the question, since that �shopping� attire would definitely raise too many questions.

Derek booked a room at the Marriott in Peabody.  He was dressed in jeans and t-shirt when answering the knock on the door.  �How�s my favorite client?� he asked.

�Kiss me first, and then I�ll tell you.�

He did.

When romance writers say someone was in �flames of passion,� they were talking about me at that moment.  I was afire.  Derek would usually take his time; undressing me as foreplay.  But not that night; our clothes were shed quickly, stumbling to the bed.  I worked him to stiffness (it wasn�t hard work) and within minutes he was on top of me and between my splayed, eagerly bucking legs. All my suppressed desire came rushing out, along with a fair amount of womanly dew.  I was cumming so strongly I almost cried, the contractions all breathtaking bliss bordering on sweet agony.

�Next!� he said teasingly as he positioned me on hands and knees and entered me from behind.  I docilely let him nail me good, a strong hand holding each side of my ass.  His strokes were rapid and deep, and before I knew it I was wailing again in orgasmic glee.

He wasn�t done.  He pounded away until I was cumming again and he pulled out of me.  �I�want�it�� I sang, flipping over onto my back.  He knew exactly what I wanted.  Yanking off the condom, he coated me.  I had his cum all over my body and I loved the hot feel of it; the warmth inside matched by the warmth outside.

Lying on the bed, I told him about my Hedo trip after he asked me about it.  �I should be flattered that you came home from a Hedonism resort and called me.�  He hesitated, then continued, �I said I should be flattered, but I�m worried about you and me.  Donna, there CAN BE NO YOU AND ME and you have to understand that.  I like you as a client, but that�s all you can ever be.  I can�t be your emotional safety net.  I can�t.�

By the time he finished, I was crying like a baby.  I consider myself a strong willed woman.  How could I be weak like this?  He was right, after all, and I pretty much figured it out before he said anything, but that didn�t fill the hole at the center of me�besides my vagina, the �hole� only Derek seemed to be able to fill lately.  I took a quick shower and fixed my make-up so I could once more look like a happy shopper.  We left unspoken the truth that I couldn�t see him again and remain sane.

�Buy something nice,� were his parting words as I left the hotel room.

I shopped, and realized how strangely I felt, as if I wasn�t the same woman anymore.  Somehow, my vacation got me thinking that my marital status wasn�t simply an anomaly among friends, but something worth fighting for.   I bought a too-expensive, racy nightgown ensemble closer to Frederick�s than Victoria�s.  If I was going to fight a war over my husband, I�d be damned if I wouldn�t make sure I had all the best ammunition�

 

Donna M.

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