Mary’s story

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Mary’s storyIt was Tuesday morning. The taxi arrived to pick up Mary’s husband at nine o’clock to take him to the airport. He was going to Tokyo for three months on business. Mary could not wait for him to go. She kissed him quickly and ran back upstairs to get showered and dressed.Mary looked at the clock again. It was now twenty five past ten, and she was ready to go herself.She took one last check in the mirror, and hardly recognised herself. There was the familiar face, and dark hair and figure, still very good and firm for 55 she thought, but the skirt she was wearing was very short, not even reaching down to her stocking tops, and the blouse was semitransparent, showing her nipples above the quarter cup bra. The cold air between her legs reminded her that she was not wearing knickers, and that she had just shaved her pussy.She blushed at the sight in the mirror. She could not let the neighbours see her leaving the house looking like this. She looked as though she was on the game. She slipped on a coat, pulling it tight together at the front, and looked out of the window to watch for the car.While she waited, Mary thought about how she had come to be dressed like this and be waiting to be picked up this morning.Her best friend, Sue, had listened to her complaining that life was passing her by. How she was bored now that the c***dren had left home. How her husband paid less and less attention to her as the years went by. How all he did was work, and how he was away now most of the time. Sue was the same age as Mary. They had been at school together and had remained friends ever since.Life had been good to them both. Mary had married young, and had a nice house, and was well provided for. In the early years, her husband had been very attentive, with sex taking place on a regular basis. Nothing special, but dependable, and enough to produce two daughters and keep Mary satisfied, but now something was lacking, and the sex was very infrequent, with her husband spending most of his time away from home on foreign business trips. Sue had also married but was quickly divorced. She had inherited money from an Aunt, and had bought her own house and lived just round the corner from Mary. When Mary’s husband was away they spent a lot güvenilir bahis of time together, usually going out shopping.Mary joked that they had a lot in common, and that they both had to go without sex nowadays. Sue had responded that maybe Mary went without, but she certainly did not!Intrigued, Mary had pressed Sue for more details, and Sue had told her about swingers clubs, and how she was now getting more sex than she knew what to do with. “You can come with me if you like.” Mary was horrified. She was a respectable married woman. “Come on,” Sue said, “it will do you good to have a night out next time he goes away. There is never any pressure to do anything, so you can sit in the bar on your own if you like, and just watch the world go by. I’ll be there to look after you”.And so Mary went to the club with Sue the next time her husband went away. Mary was shocked to see that Sue was wearing a really revealing dress, very low cut and finishing well above the knee. Three young men approached and whisked Sue up the stairs. She shouted back over her shoulder, “Wish me luck.” Mary had stayed in the bar, hardly daring to move from the spot. Sue was right; there was no pressure if you said no thanks, the men just walked away. It was very nice to keep being asked upstairs by a variety of men, though, and she had a lot of compliments on her figure. Mary started to feel like a teenager again. She realised that she was getting slightly wet between the legs.Later, returning to the bar, Sue introduced Mary to a man called Bob, probably about 60, who she had noticed eyeing her up earlier in the evening. He also remarked on her figure, and said, “You really should show it off more. I first noticed you because you are a bit overdressed compared to some of the girls.” Mary explained that she was not looking for sex. She had come to keep Sue company and was sure that she would never be unfaithful to her husband, but she really quite liked the PVC outfits that some of the other ladies were wearing.Bob said, “It can be a bit scary here if you don’t come to have sex. There are special fetish clubs that I go to that you might like better than this, where you can just dress up and show off, or be shown off if that is all you want. If you like, türkçe bahis I will take you and Sue to the next one. Take my email address and let me know if you are interested.”Next week Mary had a parcel delivered. Inside was a short black PVC Dress, with a black feather boa, and some fishnet hold-up stockings. The Internet is a wonderful thing, she thought, so much to choose from. She tried them on. A perfect fit, and with some heavy makeup added she realised that she would look quite a slut. The men should like this, she thought. Oh! She felt wet again.Quickly, she emailed Bob. “I’ve bought a dress that I think you will like, and I want to come and show it off at the next Fetish Club.” Bob emailed her back with the date. Fortunately, her husband would be away again. She was very excited now, and kept looking at the dress which was hidden in the back of her wardrobe, and trying it on when her husband was out at work. Sue nearly caught her in it once when she came round to see her unexpectedly. Although there were only two weeks to wait, it seemed an age before she went to the club.Looking back on that night at the Fetish Club, Bob had been right. She had thoroughly enjoyed it. She was really turned on by all the admiring glances, and Bob’s prompting to pull down the zips in her dress and expose her breasts; and after a few more drinks, take off her knickers and lift her skirt to show her pussy. This had made her weak at the knees. Sue had been really envious of the attention that she got, so that was something different, as Sue had been telling her that she was a stick in the mud because she would not join in at the swingers club.Best of all she had not been unfaithful to her husband, just exposed herself a bit to other men and women. True, Bob had tried to feel her up in the sauna later on, but there was no penetration, so that was all right. Anyway, he deserved something as a thank you for the lift. She noticed that none of the other women at the club had pubic hair. On the way home, she asked Bob about this and he told her that she ought to shave her pussy. She did this ready for the next time that they went out. It was quite difficult to do though, and it itched and was spotty when she went to the club again. Talking güvenilir bahis siteleri to one of the other women about it she had discovered that she needed to keep shaving every day, so that the skin toughened up. Or she could have laser treatment, and Bob had offered to pay for it, but she was too scared to go and have it done. Besides, she needed to grow it again for when her husband came back home, just in case! Bob said, “Just tell him that you shave for going swimming, if he notices.”She had been going to the club with Bob every time her husband went away. The last time that they went out, she had asked Bob when they were going out again, and he had said not for a while, because he was going to a new private club that had just opened. “Can I come with you?” “Not really,” said Bob, “it’s for members only. I can’t take you there because you don’t comply with the rules.” “What do I have to do to join? I’ll do anything to come with you.” Bob told her to be careful what she said. Was she sure she really meant, “Do anything at all?” “Yes, I’m sure, I really want to go.”The next morning, Bob sent her an email, saying that he would be taking her out and telling her what to wear, and when to be ready. She had had to go out shopping specially for the outfit, and had to try several shops to find a quarter cup bra. The woman in the shop had gone in to the changing room to help her get the right size. Mary thought that she paid too much attention to her breasts, feeling under them to fit them into the cups and then passing her hands over her nipples. The woman had commented that, “We don’t get many women wanting to wear these at your age”, so it was altogether quite an embarrassing experience.The clock hands showed ten thirty. It was time to go. A car pulled up at the gate, and she walked down the path. She got in quickly, and the car pulled away. She looked down and realised that her skirt had risen up, exposing her stocking tops.“Did you bring it with you?” Bob said. “Yes,” she replied, and handed over an envelope containing the consent form that he had emailed and asked her to sign. It simply said that she had agreed to totally submit to whatever was needed for her to be admitted to the club. “Good,” said Bob, “we can’t do anything without that.”Looking out of the widow, Mary realised that they were heading into town. She dreaded being seen by anyone who knew her, and started to shake a little. Bob noticed, but did not say anything. Mary was left to her own thoughts.

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