Part I
I really don't know where to start in describing this. It all happened so fast – well, sort of. Things happened slowly, but when the threesome happened, that's when it really picked up speed. I guess the best way is to tell you a little bit about myself and the things that happened to me over the past few years.
I was married when I was 21 because I was pregnant. It was a lousy marriage, but what could I do? After ten years, my husband left me. I admit it, I had let myself go, but in a way, the divorce was the best thing that happened to me. It forced me to face things head on. I went out and got a full time job. I arranged for day care, for my son Steven. I don't know how I did it, but soon, I was working full time at a travel agency and loving every minute of it. By the time I got up to speed on the travel business, Steven was in high school and pretty much old enough to take care of himself. Things started looking up. I made good money that enabled us to buy a small house. I got a car. As an added benefit, the weight started falling off of me. I didn't return to the look of that twenty one year old girl, but I didn't look bad as a 35 year old woman. The better I felt, the more I wanted to work out, which I started to do. And as I got more seniority in the travel agency, I was able to take a lot of those freebie trips you always hear about. Some of those trips, I see now, led to the events that I'm about to tell you about.
Actually, probably the biggest thing that led to these events was my physical conversion. By working out, I got my body back. A body that seemed to get me in more trouble than my twenty one year old body ever did. I always had big breasts (36C's), but the pregnancy made them bigger (36DD's). After I had Steven, they stayed as 36DD's, but you really couldn't tell because of all the weight I gained. When I started working out, the fat left, but the breasts stayed. A nice fringe benefit. Also, my hips got a bit bigger during the pregnancy, but the working out knocked the fat off of those as well. The result was a bigger, curvier behind, and some say, a sexier shape for me. A true hour glass shape if you looked at me from the front, and almost an "S" shape if you looked at me from the side. I started noticing the results about a year after I started working, but I didn't notice the looks and stares from men until after about six months of working out. Not that I didn't like it, mind you. I enjoyed flaunting my body, especially in the summer time, wearing tight T-shirts and halter tops. I also went out and got a new, short haircut that just changed my look completely. With my dark skin (I've got a little Portugese in me!), I tanned easily and well. I was hit on many times, with some guys even propositioning me outright. Fortunately, I have an open mind and laughed them off. But as the years went on, I sometimes wished I had taken them up on their offer.
So now I'm 46 and Steven is 25. He still lives at home, after just getting out of the Marine Corps. He joined right after college and did four years. I missed him terribly, so I'm happy to have him home now. I enjoy the company around the house. The effect of the military on him can't be missed. He's not the skinny high school kid anymore. What college did for him emotionally, the Marines did for him physically. I sometimes sneak peeks at him going into the shower. We were both pretty open, living alone together, so it was not uncommon for him to jump in the shower, leaving the bathroom door open. He picked right back up on that habit as soon as he got home. That's where I get my quick peeks, admiring that firm solid body, those muscles flexing under the taut skin. I make sure I position myself in the house so I'm walking by just as he drops his towel. I know what you're thinking, but at the time it really was just curiousity for me. I wanted to see how my son turned into a man. If you had seen him when he was in high school, you'd know what I mean.
On the other hand, I noticed him doing something similar. I can tell he's looked at me, only he hasn't been as subtle as I have. I've caught him a couple of times staring at my breasts or my behind just a little bit too long, then he'll make eye contact with me and look away. I can't blame him though after being away all that time in the desert with the Marines. I'm sure there wasn't much there in the way of women for him. Besides, it's all harmless, what does it matter if he takes a look at me? He's a man, it's normal.
I should let you know that while Steven was in the Marines, I took the opportunity to "sow a few wild oats," so to speak. After all those men started noticing my body, and since I had gained a large amount of seniority at the travel agency, I decided that some of my free trips should be to some of the more tropical climates on the globe. Actually, I made sure I went to Jamaica several times. While I outwardly told people I was just going to Jamaica, I was actually going to the resort known as Hedonism. In case you never heard of it, it's an all-inclusive resort that lives up to its name. Nudity is a given, if that's what you want. And if you want lots of sex, that can be had too. It's all there, just for the asking. It can be as sedate and calm as you want, or it can be as wild and swinging as you want. It's all up to you. When I first went, I was a little apprehensive of walking around a beach resort nude, but that apprehension left very quickly. I remember getting to the hotel and checking in on the first day of my first trip. I showered and changed into a one piece bathing suit and made my way down to the pool. I went to the pool bar where I ordered myself a nice Jamaican mixed drink. After two of those, I was in the hot tub, naked with twenty other people. It didn't take much coaxing, because it looked like so much fun. I couldn't believe how much fun I had that first night..... and the next night... and the next. The men couldn't get over my breasts. They kept remarking how big and firm the were – which excited me! As a result, I made up for some serious lost time that week, considering my marriage. I lost count of the number of guys I had glorious sex with that week. Many of them were men 20 years my junior, and I loved every minute of it. It sometimes makes me wonder if that's what made me take those looks at Steven. Since I had seen young guys at Hedonism and had sex with them, maybe I wanted to see if he was similar to them?
On one of my trips, I met another woman, around my age, named Arlene. As it turned out, she works for a travel agency in a city about an hour's drive from my house. We met at Hedonism (at the hot tub of course) and hit it right off. On this particular trip, a group of swingers from Minnesota was meeting at Hedonism, and naturally, Arlene and I joined in on the fun. Since meeting her, we've gone to a few swingers parties here. She knows some swinger friends near where she lives and they have party about every other month. It's great for me because Arlene's friends live about 45 mintues from Arlene, so that makes the distance even further for me. Not much of a chance of running into any fellow partiers on the street around here! The great thing about Arlene is that she shares my new taste in younger men. A few times we've "shared" and even traded some of the guy's we've met! It's made for some interesting times!
So by the time Steven got home from the military, I was in shape, with a killer body, and a lot of sex experience under my belt. And now I was living with a 25 year old man, who I hoped wouldn't cramp my style. My fears were unfounded though. Steven went right out and got himself a great job with a parcel delivery service. He said it was temporary, but I'm sure he enjoyed it. Hell, the parcel guy at my job was a hunk (unavailable, unfortunately) and all the girls drooled over him. From what I heard, those guys got all the action they could handle. So I was under no false impression that Steven would be leaving any time soon. The job kept him out of the house for most of the day, and with the new friends he was meeting, he was staying out late too. So I pretty much still had all the privacy I wanted. Many times I was out of the house on my dates before he got home. I couldn't bring any guys back to my place, but then again, I rarely did that anyway. There were only a few times when I did that, so it really didn't affect me.
Things went along fine until one day I noticed Steven was going out a lot. I assumed he had dates (how could he not, he is so handsome!). I asked him one night, and he said he had a date, but he didn't go into much detail. I decided to let it lie, figuring he wouldn't want me cramping his style either. Still, it was good seeing him going out.
One Sunday night I got a call from Arlene, who I hadn't heard from in several weeks. She told me about this great new guy she was seeing.
"So, who is he, what's he like?" I asked.
"Oh, he's a nice stud, with a great body. Really nice to talk to, too, but who cares about that, right?" Arlene replied, laughing. "He's really buff, with a nice big dick! I just love it! I think I might be getting more than I can handle!"
"What?", I asked incredulously. "Miss Arlene getting too much? Now I've heard everything! So where did you meet him?"
"I met him at the Crazy Horse, that bar not too far from my house. We've been there before."
Yes, we had. The Crazy Horse was a well known "meet-market" where Arlene and I shopped together many times for young studs. We did very well there, especially in the summer time when it was hot and we'd be wearing short skirts and skimpy tops. Most of the guys we met there, ended up being one night stands. Many times, we had forgotten their names by morning. It looked like Arlene had been doing a little shopping on her own.
"So what's the deal," I said, "have you been holding out on me? You pick up guy and don't give me my shot at him?"
