Chapter 4: Meg’s Tale

Both my lovers, Jack and Kate, had returned to their normal lives. My decisions, however, were now made. I had decided to sell my house in the suburbs and move downtown into a condo.

This would be another life change for me. Meg, the suburbanite, had resolved to become Meg, the follower of new lifestyles which could not occur in the suburbs. I had spent my marriage in this house and the years where I had rebuilt myself into a new woman. Now I was ready to face the world and new challenges.

I was also intensely aware that I did not want to face those challenges alone. I needed to do that with a partner. Sweet Jack had volunteered to be the one, as had Kate. However, both my young lovers would not fit the criteria I was looking for. Furthermore, a woman in her forties would prove to hinder them in time.

I needed a man who would be comfortable that I was bisexual and would tolerate my occasional affair with other people. In addition, he had to be financially independent and share my interests. Unfortunately, I knew nobody who fit the bill. However, I was only at the start of my search for that elusive individual I was determined to find.

Jack had invited Kate, my sweet bi-nurse, to a fraternity party on Saturday as his date. He had also asked me to come saying that he had a surprise for me. My mind pondered what kind of a surprise he had in store. Might he want to introduce me to another young stud to compensate for the fact that he seemed very interested in Kate?

I had determined that I would attend as my curiosity was piqued. But, hmm ... maybe another young stud was in the offing. The thought was enough to make my pussy wet.

Saturday afternoon, I considered my wardrobe, trying to determine what was appropriate for a mid-forties woman to wear at a fraternity party. My thoughts went back to my university days, and I smiled at the image of myself entering wearing a toga made up of a bedsheet as I had once worn to one of those events. Promptly lustful thoughts of a memorable party/orgy surfaced. I smiled at myself, remembering that wild weekend. Well, maybe not for tonight.

I showered and depilated myself so that my legs and other intimate parts were baby smooth. Then, I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. After the last two years of working out at the gym, my body was tight; flat tummy, slender legs, and a nicely rounded tush, tits showing almost no sag for their size. I realized that I had turned myself around from the frumpy ex-housewife image to who I used to be.

I did my blonde hair allowing it to cascade over my shoulders, and applied polish to my finger and toenails using a soft pink shade that accentuated my green eyes and matched my lipstick.

I started getting dressed, donning a sheer white silk thong that was translucent and had about as little material as a Kleenex. The feel of it against my pussy made my mind wonder what it would feel like to expose myself to a new lover. I followed that up with a pair of sheer silk thigh-high stockings that seemed invisible on my legs, which were held up by a white garter belt. I finally chose a green sequined strap dress that barely came down to cover the top five inches of my thighs. Without a bra, its cleavage revealed my babies to full advantage.

Dabbing on a dash of perfume in strategic locations, I picked up my purse and dashed out. Driving my recently repaired Lexus, I wend my way through traffic to reach downtown, thinking that this would soon be something I would no longer be doing when I moved out of the burbs.

The university was located downtown on a vast campus, and the fraternity was on University Street. Luck was with me, and I found a parking spot within yards of the address I was going to. YLT fraternity was easy to spot from the sound of music blasting, which seemed to make the sidewalk vibrate.

As I reached the door, it was opened by a young black man who stood at least six foot two and who I was sure must be a football linebacker. He looked me over from head to foot with a lascivious smile and asked me if he could help me.

Looking at him lasciviously myself, I said with a smile, “I’m here as Jack’s guest.”

“Lucky, Jack,” he grinned, “Let me go find him in this madhouse.”

He returned in a few minutes with Jack, who, on seeing me, broke out in a huge smile and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Meg, I am so happy you decided to come. I see that you have met Tom, our treasurer,” he said, indicating the young man who had greeted me at the door. “Tom, this is Meg, my friend. Her money is no good here tonight. Just put everything she has to drink on my bar tab.”

He took my hand and escorted me into a vast room jammed with couples dancing and through to another room that housed a well-stocked bar. Kate was waiting for us there with a man nobody would have mistaken for a fraternity boy. She rushed up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss.

“Meg,” she whispered, “you have no idea how happy I am. I think that I am in love with Jack. He and I have been inseparable for the last week, and I think he feels the same way about me. So I have you to thank for that. Come on over, let me introduce you to Dean Thomas.”

She took my hand and led me to the man with whom she had been talking. “Dean, this is Meg, the friend we have told you about.”

I smiled and took the hand he extended as he smiled at me, “Glad to meet you, Mrs...”

“Please no, Mrs., call me Meg. Glad to meet you, Dean,” I replied.

His face broke out into a wide grin, “No, not Dean. Dean is my title. My name is Greg Thomas, and I can tell you that I am more than glad; I am enchanted to meet you, Meg. But, unfortunately, the description of you given to me by Jack and Kate doesn’t come close to doing you justice,” he said, still holding my hand in his.

I looked up at his dark blue eyes and saw that they were twinkling, and his infectious grin struck an immediate chord in my heart, and my pussy got very interested.

Turning to Jack, I said, “Is this what I think it is?

“Well, it might be,” he answered. “Would you accept this blind date as your surprise gift? You did tell Kate and myself you were looking for someone who was more in your age range.”

I blushed and turned to Greg, who was standing next to me. I smiled at him, taking in his tall six-foot frame, broad shoulders, and lithe body. He back smiled at me, and I felt myself melt.

“Well, Greg, I think this is a two-way decision. Are you interested in a date with this old broad?”

“Meg, old broad? Hell! You look young enough to be my daughter, and yes, I would love to become better acquainted with you.”

“Okay then, we have a date,” I said, smiling at him.

He led me to a couch in a secluded area of the room, and we sat down next to each other. I could smell a faint odor of cologne or aftershave, and he exuded a strong male presence. This was a real man and a very powerful one at that. I sensed his strength and virility.

“Greg, why do they call you Dean?” I asked.

He chuckled, “Well, that might be because I am the Dean of Student Affairs at the University.”

“Do Deans normally attend fraternity parties then?”

“No, however, I am an alumnus of this fraternity, and Jack, one of the wrestling team members I coach, is my protégé. He invited me, telling me that I would meet this extraordinary woman. And here she is.”

“What has Jack told you about me?” I asked, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.

“Meg, Jack is like a son to me. He has told everything about you that he knows and has even told me about your time with him and Kate.”

Blushing even more, I asked, “And you still want to have a date me?”

“More than ever. Let me tell you a bit about myself.”

Greg’s Tale

“Before I start, may I get you a drink?”

“Sure, a glass of white wine would be great.”

I went to the bar and got two glasses of wine. Bringing them back to the sofa allowed me to look at this gorgeous woman.

I felt my groin stir at the sight of her. To me, she was faultless. Her cleavage revealed a set of tits that were large and firm. The indentation her nipples made in the silk blouse showed that she was not wearing a bra. Her slender thighs and long legs were the stuff wet dreams are made of. What struck me the most was her face. She had the face of an angel, a naughty one.

Sitting back down next to her, we clinked glasses, and I proposed a toast. “To new beginnings.”

She answered with a giggle, “New beginnings and possibly happy ending.”

“Okay, Meg, here is my sad story. I hope that the things I say will not scare you away.”

“Well, I won’t know till you tell me all your sordid secrets,” she said, smiling at me.

I gave her a brief rundown of my life, how I had been in a fifteen-year marriage with a woman who was unable to keep pace with my sexual desires and turned from a loving wife to a shrew who continually nagged and bitched at me. She had caught me cheating with a young co-ed and how that led to an acrimonious parting of the ways a year ago.

“I am not proud of that, Meg, but I now know who I am and what I need in a companion. I am not looking for a one-night stand though god knows I would not turn one down.

What I am looking for is a woman whose sexual appetites match mine. Knowing that are you still interested in this date?”

“Tell me more,” she said.

“Meg, I have very few sexual taboos. I enjoy every facet of women. I am a dominant man in sexual situations, and the woman I am looking for will have to be ready to accept that. With the right woman, I would love her, protect her and cherish her in all ways. Within certain limits, I would enjoy that she has the same sexual appetites and want her to be able to love me even though we might both stray out of the bounds of the relationship.”

“You would be ready to accept that? She asked.

“Yes, would you,” I retorted.

Her answer surprised the hell out of me. She lifted her face to mine, looked deeply into my eyes, and parted her lips to meet mine. Our kiss was long and passionate, with our tongues twining till we had to stop for lack of air.

“Yes,” she answered. “You already know that Jack and Kate and I have been intimate. I know that I want more. However, I want to feel the love and not only the lust, so I can understand you.”

I enfolded her in my arms, and we kissed again. Her hand rested on my thigh, and I felt my cock straining to burst out of my pants.

“Meg, do you dance?” I asked.

Without waiting for an answer, I took her arm and swept her to the dance floor.

Meg’s Tale

I protested that it had been years since I had danced and did not know how to dance to this type of music.

Greg ignored my protest and said, “I’ll lead; you just have to follow and sway those beautiful hips in time to the music.”

He took my hand, wrapped an arm around my waist, and moved right into the rhythm of the music. It was a sensual percussive song, and he flowed into the rhythm leading me with gentle hand signals. “Sway those hips now side to side and back and forth,” he whispered in my ear.

The closeness of his body to mine and the feel of his hand on my back was exhilarating. “Close your eyes and feel the beat in your body and not only with your ears,” he urged.

I felt myself sinking into the voluptuousness of the music and lost all sense of time and space. His mastery over my body was intoxicating. Finally, I let myself go entirely and succumbed to his control over me.

The moment ended all too soon as the music ended. I opened my eyes and realized that the rest of the people had moved to form a large circle around us. People clapped and cheered as he dipped me for the ‘finale. I blushed beet red. I was glad he had told me to close my eyes as I was not sure I could have danced, realizing everyone was watching us.

Kate came rushing and exclaimed, “Meg, I did not realize you were such a good dancer. That was magnificent. Where did you learn to dance the Kizomba?”

“The what?”

“What you were dancing is called Kizomba.”

“Kate, my love, I didn’t even know that. Was I really dancing that ... Kizomba?”

“You were, and it looked beautiful and magical.”

Greg came back from the bar with two glasses of mineral water. He took both my hands in his and looked right into my eyes. “Meg, how about if you and I go and get better acquainted without all the noise and people around us?”

“I would love to,” I told him.

We said goodbye to Kate and Jack and stepped out. On the sidewalk, Greg asked me If I had any objection to going to his condo, which was located just down the street.

“So fast, Greg? We just met, and you already want to lure me to your den of iniquity?” I said with a smile.

“Kate, all I am suggesting is that it is close, comfortable, and would allow us to get to know each other better,” he said with a mournful face and sparkling eyes. “I promise you nothing will take place that you will object to.”

I was not sure if he was aware that at that moment, I would have wrestled him to the ground and fucked him in the middle of the sidewalk. He slid his arm around mine, and we slowly started walking towards his place.

I teased him unmercifully by letting my breast rub against his arm with each step and occasionally bumping my hip against his.

On entering his apartment, which was on the penthouse floor of a small high rise, he closed the door and, moving towards me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with a passion as I had never felt before. I closed my eyes and fell into his embrace. All sense of time and place stopped. When we finally parted breathlessly, I was dizzy and giddy at the same time. “Wow! Now that was a kiss.” I said.

He took my hand and led me to the living room. It was a true reflection of the man, floor-to-ceiling windows opening to view the city with recessed muted lights and comfortable leather furniture, which imparted a sense of his masculinity to the room.

We sat on the couch next to each other, and he inquired whether I needed to freshen up or something to drink. When I declined, he said, “Meg, there’s something I have wanted to do all night.”

“What’s that?”

He took his hands and slid them into my cleavage, firmly grasping my tits.

“Greg, I thought we came here to get acquainted?” I gasped at the feel of his hands on me.

“We are. Meg, I believe in the hands-on approach to getting better acquainted. Would you like me to stop?”

“Oh ... no, don’t stop. That feels so good.”

Greg’s Story

I was enraptured by this woman. She was mesmerizing. I loved her looks and her vivacity. She was a dream come to life, and oh, what beautiful flesh it was.

Her tits were a comfortable handful, firm and hot, nestled in my palms. I slowly moved the straps off her shoulders and was awed by how succulent they looked. My erection was threatening to burst through the fabric of my trousers. I was pretty sure that I was dripping pre cum already.

“What the hell,” she said and stood up.

I was startled and thought that I had offended her. She lowered a zipper and let her dress slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet. Then, stepping out of the puddle of clothes, she kicked off her shoes and stood in front of me wearing a tiny thong, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings.

“So Greg, like what you see?” she asked while rotating to reveal her whole body.

“Like? No, I adore what I see.”

I stood up and reached out and gripped her nipples. Those tiny nubs standing out from the circle of her pale areolas were begging to be caressed. I rolled them between my fingers and pinched them hard. Her moan of pleasure spurred me on, and I slapped her firm tits with my palm, making her squeal.

Her eyes betrayed both her lust as well as her fear. She started to protest, and I told her to be quiet.

“Meg, I warned you that I was dominant. You are not to speak or complain if that is not possible for you; get dressed and leave now. If you decide to stay, understand that I will use you as I see fit. You will not be hurt, and I guarantee you will experience sex as you have never experienced it before. Decide now; staying or leaving?”

“I’ll stay,” she answered with a slight sniffle and a tear running down her cheek. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“Maybe,” I replied. “I promise you that nothing I do will do to you will cause you any damage. I would not want to mar that lovely body of yours. If you want me to stop, use the word ... yellow. I will immediately stop what I am doing. Saying stop will not do it. It would only encourage me to go further. Do you understand?”

“Uhh ... yes. I understand.”

“Also, when we have sex play, you will refer to me as Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now get your ass over here and undress me.”

She came and undid my shirt and removed it from my shoulders. Next, she ran her hands down my chest, undid my belt, and removed my pants. Then, standing there in my jockey shorts, her hand slid across my erect cock to massage it.

“No! Don’t do that. I will tell you when you can. Remove my shoes and socks and then pick up all these clothes off the floor, fold them, and put them on the table.”

I watched her closely as she did while trying to detect any traces of rebellion, but she cheerfully and efficiently accomplished this task.

I seated myself back on the sofa and motioned for her to come and stand in front of me. “Kneel down on the floor, Meg. Now sit on your heels with your legs spread wide. Look at me and keep your eyes on me for now. Tell me, what is it you want from me?”

“I want to make love to you,” she answered.

“Don’t forget the Sir, I’ll not remind you again.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“Is that all you want, just a quick fuck, and that’s it?”

“No, Sir. I want ... Damn, I don’t know how to say this.”

“Just take your time and know that there is to be no shame and no holding back here. Either I will be able to fulfill your needs, or we will have a great fuck and part as friends, and that will be it.”

Meg’s Story

Kneeling in front of Greg, I felt totally exposed. I could feel the heat of my pussy, and I was sure my thong betrayed my desire. I was ashamed that this type of treatment could be so arousing to me. His tit pinching and slapping had sent a rush of lust through my body that I had never expected.

Gathering my courage, I decided that total honesty was required in this situation.