Just divorced from her first marriage. She'd gone into that first marriage as a real, true virgin; never having had sex or even so much as kissing and petting with any other until her husband. Then after marriage, when she knew that he should have at least taken the same kinds of initiative she had already observed in common animals rutting, her husband turned out to be hyper-shy...afraid to so much as touch himself, lying flat on his own back on their bed and leaving it up to his wife to find ways to get him hard and then for her to mount herself on top of him and ride his medium-sized six inch cock for about five or six strokes and then he would come... and that was not enough for her.
She gradually became irritable for feeling starved for sex, especially anything at all remotely like having her own orgasms. It didn't seem fair to her that it was so easy for her to make her husband come and he did literally nothing for her at all.
Inevitably from the initial dependency on his wife to create the sex acts for both of them, her husband eventually became so dependent on his wife that he stayed at-home when he could easily have worked. He made more and more demands on her to supply them both with all their needs, yet without compensating her hard work with even a show of love so that after eight years of that love-less-ness she snapped away from him like a string pulled too tight and paid for their uncontested divorce herself.
And now she was "free", that divorce was finalized, and she felt starved for what she had still, after eight years of marriage, Still had Never had! some good wholesome healthy and natural sex with a willing man,
or several, maybe?...hmmm, several men sounded pretty good to her, at that moment! After all those years of her only man's near-unresponsiveness, she was way past merely ready for a good, long sexual romp. She was actually sex-starved.
So on her next weekend off from her work, she takes a train in to the City and goes to part of that City's "red-light" district where there are several swinger's clubs. She chose the second-largest one because she just wanted straight or strictly heterosexual sex with none of the variants or (what was called at the time) "kinkiness", and now that her eight years' worth of tension as well as curiosity were about to be relieved, she slowed down a little. After all, she was now 28 years old, in her own eyes practically a "matron"; and, besides, she had her entire weekend to spend, planning to leave in enough time to take a train back to her own town before her next work day. So she checked in to the swinger's club, which most of them, including this one, offered free membership to any women, as well as special bouncers hired by the club to make sure that if any of the women had the slightest objections or refused any attentions, that they had the protective arms of the club's bouncers to back them up. Just having the provisions of the club-bouncers on hand alone was the one factor that attracted many women to exercise their own sense of adventurousness.
The newly divorced 28-year-old was one of the extremely rare breed of completely fearless women and merely interested in the fee membership and general cleanliness of the club. (membership included showers, towels, a locker to put your clothes and valuables into where you could wear the little key either on a wrist or ankle, soft drinks and snacks "on the house"). So after our fearless 28-year-old walked in and filled out the forms and presented all her ID, got her little locker with it's key and exchanged her clothing for one of the big wrap-around towels for the ladies...she turned around at the main double-doorway to the inner-club entrance and surveyed the scene a moment. There were two pair of big club-bouncers in very short shorts on either side of the main inner entrance and three more just inside, each with the club's name and logo on their shorts. Surely they were for keeping out non-membership males as well as keeping the peace for the valued (and relatively few) single females in attendance. Along one side of the wall was a bar with another of the club's bouncer-types as a formidable bartender that had four or five plainly off-the-street women taking in soft drinks and barside snacks, each with their towels on. Against three other sides of the walls were half-booths , much like doorless walk-in closets, each with a single-bed-wide shelf built into its wall and mats on top of those shelves, one of them had a couple engaged in missionary-style fucking, the others were empty at the moment, in the center of the room was almost a small slightly raised centralized and extra-large round mat, around the size of a queen bed, she guessed, with two more curved partial walls on either side of it and that was occupied by a young black lady enjoying herself with a suitor and occasionally and very pointedly looking around and Then crying out ...she wanted everyone's attention "on her", she wanted to be sure she was getting that attention! And in the area between the bar and the "central" area were an overstuffed couch and plenty of cushions with some five or six young men...plainly awaiting someone just like our newly-divorced, fearless and sex-starved 28-year old!
Happily she removed her own towel and one of the bouncers discretely put it into a laundry chute in the wall. Right away, before her smiling self, three of the young men waiting for possible partners lined up before her! She could choose one at a time, or two or all three if she liked!
And she thought to herself that she would still like to remain in control at least of the situations and so she decided "one-at-a-time" and picked the first fellow before her who seemed to be well muscled, about a head-and-a-half taller than she was, but she was about medium-sized in every respect she knew of...and on another whim she reached around his waist and hoisted him up into the air...WHOA! He was LIGHT as a FEATHER! When she let him back down he ducked away, actually blushing and about as non-plussed as a young man could be because the ladies standing by the bar had burst out laughing at the fearless young woman's suddenly lifting a man almost twice her own size up into the air. (the 28 year old was amazed and asked how was it that the guy weighed nearly nothing!???, one of the grinning bouncers said "steroids"...ohhh! So the guy's muscles weren't the dense, hard-earned sort because he must have taken steroids) .
