Mrs. Gordon’s Bridge Club Ch. 04

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Jean Gordon was stretched out in a lounge chair beside her outdoor swimming pool sipping her morning coffee. She enjoyed this part of her day, a quiet time to contemplate both past and future. The chair was positioned under the patio roof that extended from the back of her house out to the pool. The rays of the morning sun were low enough in the sky to beam under the roof to warm her topless body. She was pretty much protected from prying eyes, but she could not care less about being seen.

She had been a little down these past few weeks. What had been a full and fun life for the past year or so was about to change. She had been enjoying regular sex provided by a young college student and pizza delivery boy who was about to graduate and leave town, unlikely to ever return.

She would still have her afternoon ladies meetings to enjoy, but even they would be affected by Jim’s departure. What had started out as an afternoon Bridge Club hosted weekly by Jean had evolved into a group of ladies relating intimate erotic stories and watching porn videos. They had eventually all taken turns screwing Jean’s pizza boy and his departure would remove some of the luster of their afternoon of bridge.

Jim was to graduate this coming weekend. He had a busy few days ahead of him so they had selected this night for their last time together. Jean was not certain how she would deal with his departure from her life, but right now was thinking only of the pleasure to come later that day.

Thoughts of sex with her young lover were filtering into her mind when her cell phone buzzed. She removed her fingers from one of her nipples and settled back with a “Hello, Jean here,” expecting to hear from one of her bridge club friends.

A vaguely familiar voice responded, “Hi Jean, this is Emily Martin. Glad to catch you, I was not real certain that this was your number.”

Jean responded, “Emily, my God, a name from my distant past. How are you? We haven’t talked in years. Are you in town?”

Emily said, “Yes, I have just arrived and will be around for a few more days. I thought we might meet and chat if you have the time. You know, relive old times and bring each other up to speed on our lives.”

Jean said, “Oh so glad you did call. Can you come over to my house right now? I have a few hours to spare and it would be much nicer to meet beside my pool. Where are you? I can pick you up.”

Emily responded, “Love to come over, but you stay put and I will catch a cab. What’s your address?”

The two ladies had been roommates and close friends many years before while attending the local college. Jean had married locally and Emily had left town for work before she in turn had married. They had remained in contact via Christmas cards for the most part, with the occasional phone call on special occasions. It had been a long time since they had chatted and even longer since they had met. Jean was a little surprised that Emily had made the effort to meet her again.

Theirs had been a typical young woman friendship demonstrating the old adage that opposites attract. Jean had been the outgoing extrovert, and Emily the introvert, calm and restrained. They had double dated on many occasions, usually instigated and arranged by Jean. They had spent one wild Florida spring break week in a rented condo with two boyfriends that had included drunken partner swapping.

Jean stood in the doorway as she watched Emily pay off the cab and turn towards her. She was still gorgeous and still carried that shy and slightly standoffish look that Jean had admired and envied. Jean may have been the driving force in their relationship but she had always been aware that Emily marched to her own drummer. Today she wore a lace blouse and flared pleated skirt that swirled as she walked set off by high heels enhancing already shapely legs.

They embraced tentatively, twenty-five years was a long break in any relationship and it would take them a few minutes to relax. Jean was still wearing her bikini but had pulled on a light swimsuit cover with the intent of returning to the outdoors for their chat. She showed Emily around the main floor of her home before guiding her to the pool where Emily pulled off her high heels and settled comfortably into a lounge chair beside Jean.

They started with updates on their lives, marriages, children, widowhood and divorce. Jean had married but lost her husband quite recently, while Emily had married and struggled through an unhappy relationship until her divorce the previous year.

The subject turned to their college days and they relived and recalled the fun and friends of those carefree times. At some point after finishing one bottle of wine, the subject turned to that wild week of sex on spring break.

Emily said, “How did we ever get ourselves into that situation? It must have been a dare of some sort, I can barely recall their names, and yet we were taking turns with these guys. I swear that I have never bursa otele gelen escort told anybody else about that week, and without this wine I could not discuss it with you.”

Jean laughed, “Well, I did tell the story to my Bridge Club partners on one occasion, but relax, I made no mention of your name. We share all of our secrets following bridge, and I left no detail out of my story. The bridge ladies were highly turned on. That week with you and those two guys remains a highlight of my erotic life.”

Jean continued, “Which brings me to your life now. I gather that you have not enjoyed much pleasure from your marriage. What happened?”

“Not much to say,” Emily murmured, uncertain about discussing her unhappy married life, “except that there was never a good part to it, he worked in construction and was away more than he was at home. He treated me poorly and I should have left him a long time ago. He was never physically abusive but belittled me in front of others and publicly blamed me for our inability to have children. The only nice part of the marriage was his family, his older brother and wife and their children. They recognized my situation and made every effort to keep me involved in their family lives.”

“Oh damn Emily,” said Jean, “you deserved much better than that, you have always been so kind to others and beautiful to look at. But I guess choosing the wrong man will do that.”

Emily asked, “How about you? Have you recovered from the loss of your hubby? After such a long time happily married it must be a jolt to live on your own.”

“It was rough the first year,” Jean said wistfully, “the house seemed so empty. But I got back at it socially, travelled a bit, tried a few lovers, and then by chance started a regular weekly bridge club. Had as many as sixteen here in the house at first, but it has tapered off for the last year to six of us.”

She opened another bottle of wine and filled their glasses.

She continued, “We have a great time with the bridge club. Started having a few drinks at the end of the game instead of tea and crumpets, giggling about life and sex. As the sex discussions expanded each week, most of the ladies dropped out, I suppose because they were not comfortable with the direction we appeared to be taking. Somebody brought a porn video on one occasion, and that became a regular agenda item. By this time we were pretty well down to a core group of sex starved women.”

Emily breathed, “Oh, how lucky can you be, I doubt that I have even met one woman who talked about their sex lives, let alone admit they like to watch someone doing it. But you always were interested Jean. In sex I mean. If it hadn’t been for you I probably would have graduated as a virgin and missed all that fun we had.”

Jean said, “It’s been a blast and only got better. I was home alone one day and ordered a pizza to be delivered by this young college guy. He looked good enough to eat. I liked the way he looked at me, you know, his thoughts were obviously about getting in my panties. He made me so damn horny. I repeated the order over several weeks, asking the pizza place to send it by the same guy. Matters became hotter with each delivery. He could barely keep his eyes off my tits and ass, and I was desperate to grab him. I swear he was hard all of the time. One day I met him at the door wrapped only in a towel.”

Emily drained her wine in one gulp, her eyes bulging, her mouth open as she gasped, “My God Jean, deliberately? What happened?”

Jean laughed, “No need to guess what happened Emily, he just tore the towel off and screwed me on the kitchen table. It was thrilling, can you imagine? And oh yes, it was deliberate on my part.

That started a regular diet of sex between us. He was insatiable, ready every time that I called him. He was a busy guy, studies, sports and working spare time. I gather that he wanted to be true to a girl back home and I was providing him all of the pussy that he wanted while away. It worked out great for both of us.”

Jean grasped the wine bottle again and filled their glasses once more. They were into the second bottle now, but what the hell.

She continued, “One day at Bridge Club, I admitted to the other ladies that I was getting regularly laid by this young stud. Long story short, they wanted some too and it turned out that young Jim was ready to provide it. Each week at the end of the bridge competition one of the ladies would go upstairs to meet him in my spare bedroom, and the rest of us would sit around giggling and laughing at the sound of the bed bouncing across the room. It usually ended up with one satisfied gal and five of us hornier than hell. It has been quite wonderful. It was beyond my dreams to think of having so much erotic fun at my age. I swear that I am enjoying sex now more than I ever have.”

A pause and then she asked, “What about you Emily? You have to tell me how you have made out for escort bayan sex, both during your marriage and since the divorce. Don’t wait for it baby, if you can find it, do it. You have the looks to get pretty well any man of any age.”

Emily said, “Well compared to you Jean, my sex life has been like the Sahara Desert, dry and desolate. The first few years of marriage were not bad, although the sex was ‘procreational’ rather than ‘recreational’. And when it did not result in pregnancy, Larry lost interest. It was pretty much that way for the rest of my marriage. The divorce was only a year ago, and I have not done much as yet. I did bed a guy who has sort of worshipped me for years, but let’s just say it did not light a fire in me. I’ve since told him that I was not ready to pursue things. Nice guy though.”

Silence ensued after Emily’s review of her sex life. But Jean sensed there was more, something that Emily wanted to relate, and said, “Come on Emily. I do remember you and sex from way back. I may have been the forward one but you really got into it once things started. I recall being screwed in one bed while you shouted directions and screamed your pleasure from the other bed. You were wild baby.”

They both laughed and Emily finally continued. “Well, yes, there is more, but it is not something that is easy to talk about.”

She sipped some more wine, girding herself to continue. “I have a nephew, he is about 22 now. He is the son of my husband’s older brother, the ones who have kept me sane over the years. I have spent a lot of my time at their family cottage, summer and winter. It is just so much more relaxing out there than in my apartment. My nephew also loved being there on the lake, and we became quite close.

He turned twenty a few years back and our pleasure in each other’s company took a sudden sexual turn. I became more provocative, showed more boob, waved my ass at him and thoroughly enjoyed his response. We started to play peek-a-boo when changing to our bathing suits, timing it for when we were alone in the cottage, stripping down so that the other would walk past an open door at just the right moment. We both made sure to wait naked until the other passed by. He was always hard and I was always bent towards him with my tits dangling. And the silly thing is that neither of us acknowledged afterward that we were doing it deliberately. “

Jean interrupted, “Hum, baby, sounds like fun. Cannot imagine a young man seeing you naked and not jumping your bones immediately. You are not going to tell me that you have never laid him are you?”

Emily, slightly embarrassed, said, “Well yes, or I mean no, I have never laid him, despite having the opportunity and recognizing how much he wanted me. I suppose because of my respect and love for his parents, more than any concern about my husband Larry, and usually being in the family cottage, I just could not spread for him. But I wanted him.”

Jean sympathized, “You must have touched, kissed or something Emily. Surely you could not just look and drool. Horny young men are not real patient for the most part. Tell me that you let him feel you at least!”

“Oh yes,” said Emily, “It was not all just look and don’t touch, we got real close on a few occasions. At our last encounter, we were in the sauna alone. There was nobody else at the cottage that day, but there was always the possibility of someone showing up. We stripped inside the sauna, sat naked beside each other. We took turns adding steam, standing and moving and sitting back down. He had an enormous erection, can still picture it a few inches from my face as he moved past me to throw water on the hot stones. I let my legs spread and reveled in him gawking at my nicely trimmed pussy.”

Jean groaned, “God baby, you are making me very horny, all that going on and you are telling me that you didn’t fuck him!”

Emily continued, “I know, crazy isn’t it, my pussy is clenching right now as I think back. He kissed and sucked my nipples; I just lay back and closed my eyes. He put his hand on my knee and I spread for him. His hand slipped up my inner thigh, I could barely wait for him to touch my pussy as he continued to suck my nipples. He whispered, ‘Feel my cock Auntie, feel it please’. God, after months of seeing it and wanting it in me, my hand was shaking. It felt huge in my hand.”

Another pause in the conversation, the only sound being heavy breathing as they sipped their wine. Emily could barely believe that she was revealing so much detail, but it was a relief to relate it to someone.

“Remember, we are in a sauna,” Emily continued, “wooden benches and steaming hot heat, not the best or most comfortable place to get it on. We kept at it, he sucking my tits and fingering my pussy, and me stroking his throbbing cock and starting to wonder what would happen next. As far as I knew, someone could have arrived during the hour or so we had been in the sauna so the option mudanya escort of going back to the cottage was not a consideration. Finally he said, ‘Let me fuck you Auntie, right here, right now, I need to get off ‘.

I couldn’t do it. I was so damn horny and just aching to feel that big hard cock inside of me, but I just couldn’t do it. I moved to my knees between his legs and said, ‘I’ll get you off Jim’. I sucked and jerked him off, a complete blowjob. I had never done Larry like that, and in fact it was probably the first full blowjob I had done since our weekend with those two guys. Remember Jean?”

But Jean was not thinking back to their joint blowjob; her mind was fixed on Emily’s exclamation of her nephew’s name, ‘Jim’. She asked, “What is Jim’s last name Emily.”

Emily looked up with a guilty look on her face and said, “It’s Paulson, why? That’s my married name.”

“Strange coincidence I guess,” murmured Jean, “My young man’s name is Jim Paulson as well. It didn’t connect because you used your maiden name Martin. Weird isn’t it. And he calls you ‘Auntie’, very formal; my Jim calls me ‘Mrs. Gordon’ even while he is screwing me. Emily, it’s the same guy isn’t it.”

Emily could not look Jean in the eye and staring fixedly out over the pool confessed, “Yes Jean. He and I share pretty much everything in our lives and while he never named you outright, in the course of our sex chats he told me about all of the action he was getting with some older women while at college. He dropped your married name in error a few times and combined with what I knew about your life, I pretty much figured it out. I became certain when he then mentioned ‘Jean’ one time during an exchange.

I am sorry for appearing underhanded but I was so very curious. I am here for his graduation on Saturday ahead of his parents who arrive tomorrow. I was hoping to meet him before they got here.”

Jean stared at her friend, shrugged a bit and said, “No problem Emily, I understand. I am not sure whether I should tell you, but I have a date with him this evening. It will be our last dance; he’s staying the night. I’m guessing that you were hoping to get alone with him weren’t you.”

Emily smiled wanly and replied, “Well yes, I had planned to give him a graduation present from his Auntie. I feel freer now, what with the divorce sort of eliminating the family connection. It will just have to wait. I am sorry that I bothered you Jean. I shouldn’t have intruded in your life.” She struggled to her feet and straightened her clothes.

Jean said, “Nonsense, I have enjoyed the intrusion. It has been a wonderful morning and afternoon reliving old times with you. As far as Jim is concerned, I love being in bed with him, but I have already shared him with my close friends, so why should I worry about you getting some of him. Why not stay and surprise him tonight? It might be a blast.”

Emily turned pale, she may have hoped for something like this to happen today, but had never dreamed the possibility might actually arise. “Oh God Jean, I can’t do that! What if he doesn’t want me? He might be angry to find me here. Oh no, can’t do it, I’d faint from embarrassment.”

But Jean was excited about another possible threesome, especially one with Emily. She said, “Come on, you know that he wants to fuck you. I have seen this nephew of yours in action, and baby he has never turned down the offer of some pussy. And he will be hard for yours I guarantee. This could be great fun. Please stay Emily. However, no holds barred, everything goes, that is how he and I enjoy sex. And, he gets excited when me and another lady get it on. Does that shock you?”

Emily sat back down, let out her breath, and said, “It does sound exciting. I had convinced myself that I would bed him tonight.” She paused and looked into Jean’s eyes, “Not sure about you and I getting it on, I have never done it with a woman, although I used to like watching you naked. Remember when we used to try on each other’s clothes and undies? I used to get really horny, but did not know what to do about it.”

Jean laughed, “Oh yes, I remember very well. I tried your panties on one time after a gym class and almost got off feeling your moisture on my pussy. But I did not try it with another woman until this past few months. I have done it twice now with Jim and another woman. It’s fun; the sensations are quite different being felt or feeling another woman. Jim loves watching and then becomes a wild animal when it is his turn with two of us.” She closed her legs tightly, caressed her breasts and said, “We have to do it Emily. It will make my last night with him very special and serve your needs as well.”

Jean’s preferred approach was to surprise Jim with his Auntie when he arrived. Emily thought they should tell him before he got there and give him a chance to decline. Jean won out and the plan was that Emily would be naked in bed when Jim first saw her.

Later that afternoon Jean waited in the kitchen for her pizza boy to arrive. She planned to relive her very first encounter with him and was once again wrapped in a towel. Although he no longer worked for the pizza place, he was to pick up a pizza for an accurate replay of the first time. She opened the back door as he knocked.

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