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Part 11
I stumbled out of the taxi, almost breaking my ankles as I placed my
heeled feet onto the gravel driveway, before teetering towards the front
door. I searched through my handbag, trying to find my keys but Robert
must have heard me. He opened the door and noticed my obvious drunken
state straight away.
"Did you have a good night out with the girls?" he asked with a sly grin
displayed across his face. He reached out and helped me into the house.
"Yes, Jacqui and Andrea, asked me to say hello," I replied, trying to
disguise my intoxication levels by speaking as coherently as currently
possible, but failing miserably.
Robert helped me remove my heels and then assisted me upstairs. He knows
I'm extra frisky when I've had a few drinks but little did he know, my
lust levels were through the roof tonight, after spending most of the
evening flirting with younger men. Andrea, Jacqui and I love to play the
role of cougars on our night out, but we always make sure we keep the
others in check and not allow it to go too far.
Once we are upstairs, I flop on the bed as Robert lays next to me. We
enjoy a little kissing and fondling before he stops and develops a
serious look, causing me to pout. "Aaaw, I was just getting into that," I
sob, hoping my puppy-dog eyes will get him back in the mood.
"Jane, I've been thinking about that night we spend with Greg and
Sandra," he uttered in a more playful voice than his face had expressed.
"Oooh, has that got you all hot, Robert? Was it the image of spraying
your hot cum all over two sexy, curvy women?" I teased, hoping this would
make him hurry up and get back to the action.
"Oh yes dear, that was amazing! But what I wanted to ask was, well, how
would you feel about taking it a little further?" Robert inquired with a
little trepidation in his voice, which was highly unusual for such a
confident, authoritative alpha-male.
"How far are we talking?" I asked. He had me intrigued now.
"Well, when Greg and Sandra were leaving, Greg handed me a card for a
local swingers club. He'd spoken to me earlier in the night about it. All
kinds of people go there and there's no pressure. Some just gather there
for social meets and others like to take it further. I thought we could
take a visit and you know, no pressure..." he rambled. It was kind of
cute to see him getting nervous, it was a new experience!
"Greg," I interrupted him, "I'd love to go with you," I replied with some
enthusiasm, making him smile in relief. "Now get over here and fuck me!
Mummy wants a baby in her tummy!" I commanded. He didn't need telling
twice!
It had now been well over a year since I had swapped reproductive organs
and lives with a middle-aged housewife - something that would traumatise
most people for life. Strangely, I had taken to living as Jane like a
duck to water. The longer I lived as her, the easier and more natural it
became. I was a wonderful wife, who loved her husband and pleased him in
the bedroom. I was a great, supportive mother to my three brilliant
children (I saw them very much as mine now) and I was a great friend! All
my girlfriends adored having me around as a shoulder to cry on or as a
partner-in-crime on nights out. It was as if I had always been Jane.
Rarely did I think about my life as Mark, and when I did, it felt like
I'd never even been that person at all. I must admit, I did, on rare
occasions, wonder how the new Mark was getting along, but, from the
start, Robert had insisted that he would be the one who communicated with
him, to make my transition to Jane as easy and smooth as possible. It's
almost impossible to believe that 18 months ago, I was a depressed 35
year old man and tonight I'm a 57 year old sex kitten getting ready to go
to a swingers club with her husband!
There were no plans as to what we would get up to tonight - it could be
as simple as some nice chats and a few drinks - but I hadn't ruled out
any wild debauchery! I was feeling very naughty so I opted for a sexy but
classy lacy shaper teddy, that showed off some curves and created others.
The garter, stockings and heels were obviously a must! Then, in
traditional fashion, the entire outfit was concealed by a long wrap-
around coat. Robert was wearing a casual shirt, trousers and shoes combo,
but who cares about that?
We pulled into the club car park around 10pm as we didn't want to be too
late but we also didn't want to be waiting around awkwardly in an empty
club. However, most of all, I'm an attention whore and I wanted as many
eyes on me when I walked into the building and revealed my outfit. We
paid the entrance fee and entered the main room through a set of double
doors and found, inside, a large dimly lit room full of all kinds of
people dressed sexily. This was definitely our kind of place. We located
Sandra and Greg by the bar and had a brief chat before exploring the
venue. There was a room with a swimming pool and jacuzzi, a number of
rooms with beds and even a dungeon but we decided on heading to one of
the quieter side rooms to begin with, where I made friends with a couple
of ladies around my age and Robert chatted with their husbands.
After some time, I looked around and realised that Robert must have
wandered off because he and the other men were no longer there. He
returned around 5 minutes later with a glint in his eyes. "Are you up for
some fun, Jane?" he asked mischievously.
"Possibly," I replied, feeling slight unease.
"There's a bit of a game going on in the other room, come and have a look
to see if you want to take part," Robert continued.
He eagerly grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me along with pure
excitement to the room just down the corridor. Inside, there were a
number of women wearing blindfolds sitting in chairs in the middle of the
room, and to the side there was a large black velvet curtain that had
divided the space. Robert explained to me that the females sit and wait
in the centre for the men to, one at a time, emerge from behind the
curtain and pick a lady to take away with the. The only rules were that:
1. All participants must have a partner.
2. The lady can say stop at any time.
3. The man decides when and if the blindfold can be removed.
"So, what do you think?" Robert enthusiastically asked.
Normally, this would have been out of my comfort zone as I like to choose
who I get intimate with, but the drink and the occasion got the better of
me. I replied "Sure, honey," and swiftly he pulled me to the centre of
the room, placed me in the chair and made his way towards the curtained
area. Shortly after, I was handed a mask, which I nervously placed over
my eyes.
The suspense was intense as I sat there waiting. Who would pick me? I
wonder if Robert would be the one to select me or maybe Greg was behind
the curtain? Or would it be a young stallion? You may have guessed that
recently I have developed a taste for younger men. Being an older woman
but knowing you're still attractive enough to turn a young man's head,
despite all the young women available, is a massive turn on for me. It
felt like an age, but it was probably around 3 minutes before I felt a
hand take mine and lead me out of the room.
All I could hear was the click, click of my heels as we walked down the
corridor. I could feel the cold on my exposed bum, which was swaying as
we headed off to god knows where. Next, I heard a door handle being
turned followed by the door opening and a light switch being clicked on.
He placed his hand on the small of my back to usher me into the room and
sit me on a bed. I waited for him to introduce himself, but he never
uttered a word. The next thing I felt was him freeing my tits from their
constraints and taking one nipple into his mouth as his hand fondled the
other breast. It felt so good, even though he was a little rough -
possibly inexperienced?
The attention he paid to my breasts went on for some time before he stood
up. I could hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, the belt
buckle clinking on the floor as his pants hit the ground. I then felt his
cock brush against my full lips and needed no encouragement to show off
my sucking skills. I took the dick into my manicured hand and freed the
head by pulling the foreskin back. He wasn't anywhere near as large as
Robert - maybe 6 inches - but the excitement of the situation was enough
for me anyway. I started teasing the already rock-hard head with my
tongue before taking him into my mouth, getting him as sloppy and wet as
possible, as the fingers on my other hand teased his balls. This
combination was enough to get a deep moan out of him. "Well done, Jane!"
I thought to myself.
I could tell he was eager to fuck me as he pulled away shortly after and
lay me on my back.
"Please wear protection," I instructed.
I heard him tear open a packet as he knelt on the bed. Next he placing my
stockinged legs over his strong shoulders. I wanted to make sure he was
wearing a condom so, in the pretence of helping him, I grabbed his cock
and placed it at the entrance to my pussy. He slid in easily to my damp
hole and began fucking straight away at an rapid pace. I had the feeling
he was a younger man due to his eagerness, but that was also an extra
turn-on for me. He was getting a little rough now, slapping my tits as he
fucked me, and tongue kissing me with great intensity! I knew he wouldn't
be able to keep it up, but it was hot being used like this in contrast to
the tender but powerful love-making between Robert and I. This felt more
animalistic.
A couple of minutes later he guided me into doggy position and resumed
fucking me hard, his strong thighs thumping into my ample arse, causing a
slapping noise each time. At one point he even asked me to twerk my arse
on his pole, which normally would be demeaning for a lady of my advanced
years, but now was, to bluntly put it, fucking hot!
He was really getting into this and had even become vocal now, calling me
a "dirty bitch" every so often and smacking my jiggling arse cheeks.
Then, shockingly he called out, "Oh you dirty slut, Jane!".
"How do you know my name?" I responded, confused and worried, almost
ready to tell him to stop but not wanting this pleasure to end.
The next thing I knew, my mask was removed. In front of the bed was a
full-length mirror which displayed a man fucking a woman doggystyle. My
eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the light in the room, but I could make out
that he was a fairly well built, short man with black hair - he was
certainly younger than me. Then it clicked, I recognised that face. It
used to belong to me!
"Mark?!" I cried out in utter dismay.
"Oh fucking yes it is, Jane," he laughed wickedly, as he increased the
pace. Despite the shock of the situation, and the fact that I know I
should be repulsed, I was even more turned on. I involuntarily tighten
myself around his cock to gain the maximum level of enjoyment from my
predicament. Logically, I should be screaming stop right now, but I want
more. I start to moan loudly because the intensity is almost bringing me
to tears.
"You're loving this, aren't you? You're as depraved as me, getting a kick
out of fucking your old body, you absolute slut!" Mark gleefully
tormented me, before he tensed and pushed himself inside me as deep as he
could manage before exploding inside me with a thunderous groan of
pleasure.
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