Mary slouched in her chair, gazing up at the wall clock as the minutes ticked by. One by one. Time seemed to go slower the more she looked at it. Mary snapped herself out of her daze and focused on her desk work. There was no point, it was 4:50 PM. She was off work in 10 minutes, but her boss wouldn't mind.
She grabbed her purse, pushed in her chair, and headed outside to her car. The anticipation was killing her. It was a Friday, her weekend was to start now, and she had major plans.
Mary was your typical middle-aged working wife and mother. She was 49 years old, the big 5-0 was coming up in just a few short weeks. "Ugh," she dreaded it. She was married to the same man, Robert, for 23 years. Twenty-three long years. Together, Mary and Robert had one daughter and one son.
Their daughter, Sara, was 23 years old and away at college. Mary missed her dearly. But Mary had always been closest to her son Michael, and luckily, he chose to go to a local community-college. Michael was 20 years old and though he didn't live at home anymore, he still visited Mary and Robert at least once a week.
Sometimes it astonished Mary that she ever got pregnant in the first place. Robert was never one of those men that craved sex. He was always content with having sex once a week, and if that didn't happen, then once every other week was completely fine with him. He just didn't have a high sex drive. That was ok with Mary early on in their marriage, but as the years went on, and Robert got more involved with his work, the sex became almost nonexistent.
Mary sat in her car and thought. It had been almost 6 months since her and Robert had sex. Six long months -- wow. And this was the basis for Mary's "plan" tonight. Or, more accurately speaking, what her best friend, Clarissa had planned for her.
Mary and Clarissa had their normal monthly get-together not long ago and Mary divulged the fact that she was downright horny and practically desperate. The alcohol eased Mary's mind and she spilled all to Clarissa. How she hadn't had sex in nearly 6 months. How Robert didn't even touch her anymore. How she practically had to throw herself on top of his dick to get him to fuck her. And how, upon fucking her 6 months ago, it was over almost as quickly as it began. Robert never could last very long, and as a result, Mary never was satisfied.
*BANG* Mary jumped in her seat and turned to the window to see a smiling Clarissa. Mary rolled the window down, "Geez you scared me!"
"Hey, meet me at my house around 7:30 and we will go from there." Clarissa said with a smile on her face and disappeared to her car.
Mary began her drive home and thought about "The Plan."
The Plan, as Clarissa called it, was something very simple, but very new to Mary. About seven months ago, Clarissa found out some information from one of her clients who she became very intimate with.
There was a large estate up in the hills. On the last Friday of every month the owner of the estate would throw a "party." A "sex party" to be more exact. There were different rooms where previously chosen men would be blindfolded and put on display. "Visitors" would enter the room and be able to pick any one of the men of their liking. The visitor would then put on a blindfold as well and together, the man and visitor, would be left alone to fulfill whatever sexual fantasies, taboos or desires they had together.
The men were chosen through a strict application process and were almost always younger men, in great shape, and were talented in the bedroom in one way or another. This is what allowed them to be chosen to be on display in the sex rooms.
The visitors were practically always older women, from all walks of life. Some were attractive, some were not. Some were single, most were married. But all of them were there because they "needed" more sexually and wanted to experience it in a discreet way.
The purpose of the blindfolds was simple. Anonymity and discretion. Some of the men and visitors were prominent within the community. Many were married and if found out, this could ruin their careers or even their lives.
It all sounded crazy to Mary. But crazy was what she needed now in her life. And since it was proposed by her best friend Clarissa, she was willing to go along with it and at least try it once. Clarissa had already been a visitor at the estate two prior times. And according to her, it was an amazing time.
Mary arrived home, parked the car and walked inside. Robert was lazy on the couch, remote control in one hand and a beer in the other. As per usual. Mary walked over to him and leaned down, kissing him on his lips. "Hi honey," said Mary. But the response was the usual as well -- an inaudible "hey."
"I'm going to shower and get ready so I can go over to Clarissa's" Mary said to Robert -- but there was no response. There usually never was. Mary retreated upstairs and into the bedroom. She wondered if Robert would even care if he knew she was going out to find sex with another man tonight. Maybe not. Mary honestly didn't much care at this point. But just to be safe, she had told Robert last week that tonight she and Clarissa were having a "girls night" at Clarissa's home. Robert would never even bother to double check the story, so Mary knew she was in the clear.
Mary slipped out of her clothes and walked into the bathroom. She was turning 50 years old soon, but she still had it. Mary's long wavy golden-brown hair and deep dark alluring brown eyes always got compliments from her female coworkers. Mary had generous breasts which she was lucky enough to inherit from her mother. Mary's breasts were not as perky as when she was in college, but that was the price she paid for breastfeeding. She always had a nice round butt on her that showed its form in any jeans or dresses she wore.
Mary liked to feel like a woman, not a girl, and as a result, she kept a nice bushy tuft of light brown curly pubic hair down below, but it was always neatly trimmed and never showed through her bikini line. Yes, Mary didn't look like a 21-year-old college student, but for a 49-year-old mother of two, she had a great body.
Mary stepped in the shower and spent a long while showering and washing her body. Mary then toweled off, moisturized, did her make up while her hair dried and finally slipped into her outfit for the evening. A form fitting black halter-neck top, dark blue jeans that hugged her curves, and knee-high black boots.
Mary was ready to go. She said goodbye to Robert and got a muttered response back that was so unenthusiastic she couldn't even hear it. As she walked out the door she hopped into her car and began the drive to Clarissa's. Mary felt guilty, ever since she found out about Clarissa's plan. But Robert wasn't helping the situation. He was acting like an asshole. So maybe he deserved a wife that would cheat on him just once.
Mary pulled into Clarissa's driveway and saw Clarissa standing outside all ready to go. The two then got into Clarissa's Jeep, backed out of the driveway, and sped off towards the hills.
It was a short drive. Approximately 25 minutes away. And as Clarissa drove around the bend, there was a large entrance gate with a pedestal camera next to it. Clarissa rolled down her window, pulled out an ID of some sort and showed it to the camera. A few seconds later the gate began rolling open.
