"Della, the best place to start is Mon Chalet."
"I've never heard about it. Where is it?"
"It's in Aurora. Less than half an hour away from here."
"Why Mon Chalet?"
According to my colleague, it's an interesting adults-only place. It's a hotel with 12 suites. The outside is unassuming, but each suite is equipped differently. Once we are there, you'll see. There is a spacious main room. It contains a pool, two large jacuzzis, and several other features. Most people are naked in this area. They talk and stay in the pool or whirlpool. Danny told me he went there several times alone and other times with a girl or friends. There is always fun activity there - In the main room and the suites."
She smiled, "The place sounds interesting, but I hope we won't meet people who know us..."
"Della, guests of the facility know exactly what's going on there, so if they attend, they have the same intentions - Sex, sex, and more sex!"
"One last thing. It's your responsibility to take care of safety issues. If there is somebody or something I do not like, I'll give you a sign, and you handle it. OK?"
"Love, but of course. The whole idea is to enjoy. Anything you are uncomfortable with, give me a hint, and I'll stop it."
"Tom, let's go there Friday afternoon."
...
Della was so different than Barbara.
I married Barbara, my high school sweetheart, when I was 21. She was pretty, intelligent, and funny. The only drawback was her lack of interest in sex. Initially, we did it three times a week, and our daughter, Sarah, was born a year later. However, after the delivery, Barbara became less interested in sexual activity, and a year later, the frequency dropped to once every couple of months. My attempts to diversify, buy her lingerie, and talk dirty were fruitless. I stayed married to her for another 10 years because of Sarah, but the lack of sex was too much, and we divorced soon after.
In the following years, I had several short-term flings with women, but nothing serious.
I met Della at a relative's party. After 20 minutes of schmoozing with people I knew, I became bored and went to the less-noisy, darker balcony. I sat on a reclining chair and enjoyed the fresh air. A couple of minutes later, an unknown lady sat nearby and lit a cigarette. She said, "Sir, I hope my smoking does not bother you."
"Lady, I do not smoke, but the breeze shifts the smoke away from me."
She chuckled, "I guess we are lucky then. It's too crowded inside."
We started talking, and I found her very interesting. She loved discussing social issues, literature, history, and... sports. The balcony was not illuminated enough to see her face, and the anonymity made it easier to talk about everything. I found out she lost her husband to pancreatic cancer three years earlier and had two older children living in other states. I told her about my divorce and Sarah. Time passed fast, and the next time I glanced at my watch, it was about 10 pm.
I stood up, "We were never officially introduced. My name is Tom. I loved talking to you. I need to leave, but I'd like to see and talk to you again." I gave her my phone number and left.
I have been waiting to hear from her for five days and almost forgot about her. The following evening, I got a phone call. The name on the screen said Della. I didn't know anybody by that name, so I didn't bother answering. The next evening, Della called again.
I said, "Ma'am, I do not know a Della. It's probably a wrong number."
I heard her laughing, "Tom, it's me, the woman you talked to on the balcony the other day."
"Oh, sorry I disconnected you yesterday. It is nice to hear your voice again. How are you doing?"
We chatted on the phone for fifteen minutes, and then I suggested we meet at the nearby Starbucks. It was the first time I saw her in the light. She was around 40, about 5'4", 120 pounds, with brown, shoulder-length hair and a nice figure.
She noticed me inspecting her up and down and grinned, "Did I pass the visual test?"
I blushed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be that overt about it..."
She laughed, "It's natural to be curious about somebody we see for the first time in daylight. I did the same, but in a more subtle way. If you care to know, you passed with flying colors."
Her direct approach, easygoing, and unassuming demeanor were delightful. I liked her a lot, and we started dating. The first time we had sex was on our second date. We liked it, and she commented, "Tom, I haven't gone to bed with another guy since my husband became sick. I forgot how pleasurable it could be!"
In the following months, we explored each other's bodies and tried a variety of positions. We found out we both liked almost everything, and sex became our obsession. For months, there wasn't a day without lovemaking at least once, sometimes even three times.
About a year later, we began talking about our sexual fantasies. I told Della that one of my hottest wishes was to have another partner join us in bed. She said her husband mentioned he had a similar fantasy, but he died before they were more serious about it. Della's favorite fantasy was related to exhibitionism. Several times, she dreamt about being naked in the forest and getting watched by anonymous men or being peeked at by a stranger while taking a shower. Each time, it aroused her, and she masturbated to an orgasm.
Next, we went on a week-long vacation to California. I was so struck by her beauty and craving for sex that, on a few occasions, I forgot to close the curtains during our frequent intercourses. I recall vividly one time the large window to our room was open as I was pounding her hard. A young man walked by and saw us naked in bed. He stopped and watched through the window. My first reaction was, 'What a pervert!" But then I remembered Della's fantasy and whispered about the stranger outside. She blurted, "Tom, right now, I want you to fuck me hard. If he likes to see my naked body, and you ravage me, that's fine, but don't stop!" Needless to say, both of us climaxed a VERY short time later. The same evening, we were at it again. When Della was highly aroused, I told her that I wished to call the same guy to join us.
She hesitated and mumbled, "I wish to be thoroughly manhandled. If you want him to participate too, that's fine with me!..." My woman was warming to my fantasy...
When we returned home, twice during our sex, I mentioned to her another guy ogling her body, hoping to fuck her. Both times her answer was similar, "I am too horny to think about it. I want to feel lips, hands, and cocks using my exposed body. Call the whole football team to join us if you want!"
I knew she was ripe to go!...
The next day, I returned from work and said, "Della dear, when you are aroused, you seem to agree to have another partner join us in bed. I think it's time to take the plunge. What do you think?"
