It's been a great few weeks. Mary and I have been getting along well, but her ex is being a pain which is limiting overnight time.
So it's funny the way memories work. I was getting coffee one morning at my local coffee shop. As I was walking in, my ex-wife's friend's husband was walking out. We recognize each other and say hello. We talk for just a minute or so. I walk in to get my coffee and muffin on the way to work.
I am driving to work and I remember the 2 couples going up to her parents ski chalet for a long weekend. My wife's friend insisted we try this place that had a whole 50's look and theme to it. We had been sitting there eating, and I noticed there wasn't a ton of movement table to table but some people were talking to people at other tables more like you would see at a club and not a restaurant.
On my way back to the men's room I stop at the bar and wave over the bartender. I look at him, "Can I ask you what might be a strange question?"
"Sure"
"Is there some large gathering here tonight? Like maybe ΒΌ to a β of the people here all know each other?"
He laughs, and says, "You really don't know do you?"
I just look at him, "No I don't but something is going on here right?"
He reaches behind the bar and hands me a flyer. "There was a local swingers group getting together here." He looks at me and points across the street to the seasonal cabin rentals across the street. "They start here, and then go back to a group of cabins to party" and he uses his fingers to air quotes "party".
I laugh, "Well I knew something was odd here." I order a beer and leave $10. "Thank you" and go back to the table.
I look at my wife's friend, "So Michelle are you trying to hint at something with us?"
She looks at me oddly, "Hint at what?"
I show her the flyer and she freaks. I mean like people looking over freaks, and storms out. Needless to say, that put a damper on the whole weekend. I got blamed for being an asshole and "pushing" it, because I teased here about it on and off all night. Screw her if she can't laugh at it.
All that comes back to me in a heartbeat from saying hello to a guy I haven't seen in probably 15-20 years. The mind is an amazing thing. Not only did those memories flood back. The next thought is I need to look into this and take Mary.
We are at Mary's house after driving Rob to a game, and he is excited about a basketball camp. Mary has told him she will think about it. It's 2 nights away Friday & Saturday night. She isn't sure she can afford it, and we are talking about it. As we talk I pull up the Swinger Club I had been looking at on my phone that looks amazing. It's a bit of a drive in CT but looks great. That same weekend they have a Newbie Night Friday night. I pull up my hotel app and my favorite hotel has rooms open.
I look at Mary, "Let him go."
"I am not sure I can swing it."
I laugh in my head with the play on words happening in my head. I put on my firm tone, "I said let him go. I will pay."
"I can't let you."
I grab her and pull her over my lap and spank her.
Now I am getting a different look. "Stop." She wiggles but I hold her firm. "Let me go. What if Rob comes down?"
I spank her twice. The second time dragging my hand firmly from the bottom of her crotch back up to her ass.
"Stop"
I spank her twice more, a little firmer. This gets her moaning, and she starts to grind against my hand when I drag it across her again. "Are you going to send him?"
"Let me up"
Two more, but this time I don't stop rubbing her pussy through her pants.
"Stop"
Four spanks between every two or three words, "All you have to say is you will let me pay and send him and this can stop." Towards the end she is hissing with each spank. She is starting to feel them. Now I am digging into her clit. Her hips are wiggling.
"OK, I give up, he can go."
"Good girl, and here is your reward." I love stretchie women's pants/tights. I push my hand under her pants and reach down to her pussy and clit. "You are soaked."
"Please no, not here. What if Rob comes down?"
"Then you better cum first" she just moans as I alternate between fingering her and rubbing her clit. In no time she is getting wetter and moaning and groaning louder. I put my hand over her mouth, and she looks up at me. "You better cum before Rob hears your moans and comes down."
I concentrate on just her clit. I am a little rough. If my hand weren't over her mouth I am sure Rob would be coming down to see if I was killing his Mother. It's not two minutes later and she comes hard. My hand is soaked. I pull out my hand out of her pants and help her sit up.
She is sitting there panting and I notice a big wet spot on her pants. I grab her water and splash some of it in her lap. She shrieks and stares at me. "You had a huge wet spot on your pants. Did you want Rob to see it? Now you have spilled water on yourself."
Rob yells down, "Mom are you ok?
"Yes I spilled some water on myself. I am coming up to get changed."
She comes back down, "He thought it was funny. I looked like I peed my pants"
"Well he wasn't far off" I say smiling.
"You are a brat. You are also kind and generous to me, and then you do that to me."
I put on my tone again, "You can try to say you didn't like it but you soaked yourself so we both know that's BS. You say you don't like it to appear lady-like, but just admit it. You are my little labor performing slut."
She gets shy, blushes and smiles.
"I don't hear you. Do you need to be spanked again?"
"NO. Yes I am your labor performing slut."
"That's right and you will be performing a labor that weekend."