[This story continues the adventures of Daren, Jane and Angie from the story "10SNE1" (Tennis Anyone?"), 5/9/2024, (https://www.literotica.com/s/10sne1).]
The course of your life can pivot on a single event. It can happen in a moment, a mere instant of your time alive, and change your life forever. That happened to me after fifteen years of an unhappy and unsatisfying marriage.
On the day of my marriage, my instincts told me to throw the bastard back after I caught him having sex with one of the bridesmaids during the reception. I ignored my instincts that evening. Instead, I went for the money. My new and cheating husband was wealthy and that day wealth trumped common sense. I choose to remain Mrs. Peter Von Der Berg, Angie to my friends.
Fifteen years later, I was living large, mostly ignoring my husband and satisfying my wifely duties once a week on Saturday night. I don't know how, or who with, he was spending the other six nights and, frankly, I didn't give a damn.
One of my bridesmaids, not the one who was sucking his dick that evening fifteen years ago, and still my friend, constantly reminded me that a better life was possible even without the money. Lucy looked for opportunities for me to escape the self imposed life I was living, introducing me to opportunities and men she thought were attractive and hung. I ignored all her suggestions, preferring to honor my marriage vows even if my husband wasn't.
One day, Lucy gave me a one day free pass to the local tennis and aquatic club. "At least check it out," she said. "Maybe you'll at least learn to play tennis for the exercise you're not getting in bed."
The pass sat on my dresser for weeks, a constant reminder of Lucy's often misplaced kindness to me. "Maybe I should check it out," I thought. "At least Lucy's not trying to push another man into my life."
Late that boring Thursday afternoon, I noticed the club pass one more time. My long dormant instinct told me to pick it up and follow Lucy's advice. Remembering the last time I ignored my instincts, I took the pass and headed for the tennis and aquatic center.
The receptionist at the club validated my pass and gave me a visitor's badge. She told me to wander wherever I wanted and take as long as I wanted to get the full experience of what the club had to offer. I wandered aimlessly, discovering a weight room, an exercise area full of treadmills and other equipment and two pools, one indoor and one outdoor.
The tennis area was huge, including several racquetball and squash courts. I wandered down the second level of the tennis area noticing that most of the courts were empty at this hour. However, on court three, a man and woman were playing. Playing is a misnomer for what they were doing. The blonde woman was hitting services and volleys that ran the man back and forth on the court. She was clearly the more experienced player. He was quite sweaty and disheveled while she was neat as a pin and dry. I laughed at the mismatched skills and moved on.
Later, I passed the area of the locker rooms. There was a sign on the door to the men's locker room that said the room was closed for repairs. The women's locker room did not have a similar sign. Instinctively, I chose to check out the women's locker room.
It was significantly upscale with a lounging area with sofas, chairs and vending machines and a game room in front of the locker room. I wandered into the locker area. It had several rows of wooden lockers with padded benches in front of each locker and an entrance to what was probably the sinks, commodes and showers.
My instinct told me to check out the showers. As I neared the entrance to the showers, I could hear the water running. Someone was obviously in the shower and I was reluctant to look into the room where another, probably naked, woman was showering. My instinct told me to check it out anyway. I was not in the mood to disobey my instinct and my solution was to get undressed and take a shower, therefore leveling the embarrassment and getting a good look at the facilities.
I stripped to my bra and panties, leaving my clothing neatly folded in front of the locker where I stored my purse. I found a supply of towels, took one and headed for the showers. One step short of the shower door, I stopped. Something told me that showering in my bra and panties was a foolish attempt at modesty. I went back to my locker and left my bra and panties, neatly folded, on top of my clothes and headed back to the shower.
I walked into the shower area trying hard not to look at the other woman present. It was a large tiled room with eight shower heads spaced along two walls. No privacy walls which was surprising. I kept my eyes down and I walked to the nearest shower, put my towel on a nearby hook and started the shower. I put my hand into the stream of water to check the temperature and looked up.
The blonde woman I saw playing tennis was in the shower about fifteen feet away from me. She wasn't alone. The man she had been playing with was with her. They weren't just showering together. She was bent over with her hands on the wall and he was fucking her from behind.
The scene shocked me. I stood, frozen, unable to not look at the rutting couple. The man looked up and stared at me. For a reason I still can't fathom, I didn't try to cover my nakedness instinctively. I stood, facing him, fully exposed. He was fixated on my body and fucking another woman. Inexplicably, I wanted him to know I was there. I wanted him to see me. My body was responding to the sight of him fucking her and I wanted him to know that he could fuck me too.
The realization startled me. Why would I think that? Why would I want him to fuck me? I didn't have an answer, only a damp pussy and an overwhelming desire. I posed for him. I moved my body in ways that he could only interpret as an invitation. I knew I shouldn't stay much longer but I needed some indication from him that he had received my message.
When he blew me a kiss, I knew it was time to leave. I took my towel and walked slowly out of the room. I dried the few places that water had splashed on me, dressed and left the locker room. I wanted to go home feeling embarrassed that I had so wantonly exposed myself to him but my instinct told me to wait for him.
I sat in a chair outside the locker room and waited. About ten minutes later, the blonde came out of the locker room. She was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I don't think she was wearing a bra. She saw me, paused for a second, smiled at me and left. I don't remember if she had seen me in the shower and recognized me but she seemed to know who I was.
Five minutes later, the man exited the women's locker room. I stood up as he approached. I saw the look of recognition on his face. "Can we talk?" I asked.
He seemed startled at my request. I thought he might have misunderstood my intent. "Sure," he said.
"Not here," I said.
We introduced ourselves as we walked to a nearby pub. His name was Daren and I told him he could call me Angie. In the pub, with drinks in front of us, he smiled and told me, "I almost didn't recognize you with your clothes on."
The conversation I planned to have with him was off in the perfect direction.
I'm sure I showed signs of embarrassment as I explained what happened and what I wanted. My embarrassment only increased when I finished with the words most women never say and most men never hear, "I want you to fuck me."
We went to Daren's apartment and I didn't go home until Friday morning.
That was how our relationship started. In the six months since, Daren, I and Jane, the braless blonde with similar feelings about Daren, have settled into a life together. I tossed Peter to the curb that Friday and when the judge finally signed the divorce agreement, I banked over nine million dollars in cash and securities, in addition to my personal belongings, my car, the house and the Aruba beach house. Peter got to keep his personal belongings, his car, his businesses, the mountain cabin and whatever other cash he had hidden.
Daren had more than that and Jane was the glue that started it all and kept us working smoothly. We pooled everything and bought a five bedroom, forty-eight hundred square foot house in a private and secluded community with a pool, a pool house, a tennis court on four acres with eight foot privacy fences. Jane furnished the entire house with furniture and décor that she described as mid century modern. It was neat, clean and mostly natural materials. The result was a house that was attractive, comfortable and easy to clean and maintain.
Life in the new house was casual and easy. We began our relationship with sex and sex remains the primary activity. The house has two bedroom suites with adjacent bathrooms that Jane had furnished with identical king sized beds. Daren keeps his clothing in one of the bedrooms and Jane and I share the other. Neither arrangement influences sleeping arrangements. Most nights we sleep together in one of the rooms and other times we one of us sleeps alone while the others share a bed.
Sex is not confined to just the nights. Clothing was optional and sex wasn't. The nature of the sex was varied. We developed enormous respect for each other. Some sex was extremely personal, other times it was incredibly erotic and the rest of the time just fun. It was a rare day that passed without sex with someone, frequently everyone.
If we passed Daren in a room or hallway, Jane or I would pause and offer a nipple for a kiss or quick suck. The offer wasn't just for Daren. In return, Jane or I would accept a penis tug or quick kiss. Several times, Daren would sit on the floor and offer either Jane or me a pussy nuzzle and clitoris kiss. Jane would sometimes sit on the floor when she saw me coming and I wasn't averse to sitting on the floor when Jane approached.
During dinner one evening, I reminded the others that sex had brought us together and wondered if sex was keeping us together. Jane was quick to respond. "It's true that sex is currently the activity that dominates our relationships but time will eventually expand our interests and create many other factors that will enhance our relationships."
I was satisfied with Jane's prediction. "I just hope we never lose the sex," I added.
Jane's view was already developing. With little to do around the house, after the basic chores we were spending evenings, and part of some days, watching movies, playing games or doing puzzles. The games included backgammon, Scrabble and a number of card games. Last week, Jane suggested we play strip poker. Puzzled, Daren and I looked at her and wondered how that would work since we were already naked most of the time. Jane insisted, so we got dressed and played strip low card loses.
Jane was right. It was a lot of fun. The hour we spent slowly undressing for each other was erotic and stimulating. Sex that evening between the three of us was especially satisfying.
As we settled in, we began to expand our activities outside the house. We visited a number of churches and settled on one with a modern service. We attended most Sundays as a group. I began to volunteer at a shelter for battered women and Jane joined a book club and garden club even though the home owners association was responsible for all the outside maintenance.
