Beth supposed it had started from boredom as much as anything else.
After all, even with a well-off husband, there was only so much shopping a woman could do in town. Just so many charity events one could help with, or lunches at the country club, or any of the other "expected" things. And, "No wife of the Saunders family is going to work at some menial job," was the response she'd gotten the one time that subject had come up.
She'd known coming into things most of what to expect, of course. That was the price you paid to live on the "right" side of town, to be one of the families that all the regular folks pointed at and admired and wished they could be like. Growing up she'd always known the proper steps, the little rituals and pretend smiles that took place to get what you wanted and maintain the status quo. Go to the right schools, take the right classes. Find the proper husband and live a comfortable life without too many questions. Terry might be a bit older than she'd planned on, and of course there were the occasional whispers because she was his second wife, but it was the perfect setup for a proper young lady.
The first couple of years that had been enough - Mrs. Elizabeth Saunders put on a good face, played the social circles, and minded her manners. Those youthful college indiscretions and experiments were now well behind her as she settled into her role of well-behaved housewife. Decorating the home with her own touches; Terry certainly didn't mind, as he focused on his family business and watching their accounts grow, as well as his flirtations with political office and the required travel to the state capital. Maybe they didn't have sex as frequently as she'd hope, but a girl could get past that. But, as time went on, it started to strain on her more and more, the need for passion and closeness making her understand the temptations that lured those soap opera women becoming real in her own life. She was only 30, surely there must be something she could do to add spice to her day, to satisfy her lusts and yet still maintain that perfect image and decorum for their comfortable lifestyle?
Of course, she was far from the only wife (or husband) in the neighborhood tempted to stray, she wasn't naive on that by far. Half the couples on the block were probably marriages of convenience by this point, or had their own secret issues and kinks. Among her circle it seemed at times the only real rules were "be discreet, don't make it a scene," and "whatever you do, don't let the "regular" people find out. Enough chats over coffee or afternoon cocktails gave her the idea of trying a brief fling with one of the handsome pool boys, and a second dalliance took place with a well-read young teacher at the local university. But Beth quickly discounted those routes as a means of satisfaction; the other party kept having a horrible habit of getting feelings, of turning what should be simple physical release between two willing adults into dreams of a future, as if she'd walk away from her life for the sake of a few orgasms.
No, she'd stumbled upon the perfect setup by accident. A forgotten lawyer's appointment at the house, when she had been working on her tan by the pool, leading to a mutual seduction and afternoon of sex had opened her eyes. Beth had found the way to satisfy her urges, all while ensuring the other party was equally invested in the discretion.
Older men. Older, married men. And, not like "mid-30's, stepping out on their wife," men. No, the late forties to fifties respectable men - still passionate, but not getting what they needed at home, and more than happy for an eager partner who was there for release as well, and wasn't about to bother them to be set up as a mistress or financially supported. In fact, Beth liked the element of being their kinky little secret; she may not be some tight little co-ed anymore, but her curves still turned the heads of people when she walked by, and she loved indulging their fantasies (as well as learning a few new things from her own).
So, over the summer she'd built up her little rotation, the ones who knew she was available at the right times, the ones who brought a new smile to her face and spring to her step. She wondered how many gossips in the town would be shocked at the things she'd learned, the secrets she was now part of?
The family lawyer, always eager to make a house call now, knowing that before the papers were signed he could lick her to his heart's content, how he worshiped her close-trimmed ginger pubes, and loved to have her ride him afterwards. The model of discretion, he made sure the billable hours always added up when they got sent to her husband.
