Stepping out of the taxi, Ella's knees felt weak. Was she really going to go through with this? Two complete strangers were waiting for her at the bar directly in front of her. Maybe they wouldn't be there. Maybe they were completely opposite of the pictures they had sent. I just have to make an appearance and say I'm not interested, she told herself.
The doubt continued to burn in her stomach. Ella had posted the wfmm request on the casual encounter board. She had gone through the hundreds of crazy, whacked, scary emails that responded to her request:
Smart, fit, sexy business professional, 5'7" 115lb, looking for two hot, smart men to have some fun with while traveling in town for work. If you and your friend would like to give a married woman some focused attention, send me your information. Let's meet for drinks and see how things progress.
There was one reply that made her shiver. It took her two days to decide whether to answer the message.
Ivy League. Federal agents, that like you, require discretion. Safe, sane and DDF. Funny and good looking, but dominant.
She wasn't really intending to find someone. Curiosity drove her to post the ad. Ella was a good mom, wife and businesswoman. Ok, maybe not such a great wife, but she did love her husband. He was gentle, caring and an amazing dad. They met young. He was the quintessential boy next door-type and seemed like a white knight as she ran from a darker side of her life.
Was she alone in her fantasies and wild thoughts -- or was there really a world of normal people out there that had the same needs? Fifteen years of bland, marital sex had not wiped out the desires she believed would die over time. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Ella's hormones felt like they were in overdrive since she hit 36 a few years back.
