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Paula

I was part of a team going to a 3-day trade conference in Birmingham. It promised to be a real bundle of laughs, not to mention hard work, but at least we got a 5-star hotel and all expenses on the company. The financial people must have had second thoughts about the cost, though, because at the last minute they said that we couldn’t have a room each and would some people mind sharing?

I’ve already mentioned my colleague Paula [see Maths]. She was the woman whose party I had gone to, been propositioned in the most blatant way and then seen the same guy taking Paula off for a quick session of nookie - one that I had ‘inadvertently’ spied on - and all under her husband’s nose. Not to mention that she was in her mid-fifties, although to be honest she doesn’t look anywhere near that.

So I was intrigued when she approached me and suggested that we share a room. We’re not close friends, although we get on fine, but I was interested to get to know her better and perhaps even find out more about her attitude to illicit encounters. I must make it clear at the outset that I have never cheated on my husband, whom I love, and had no intention of straying.

I arrived at the hotel first, having taken the day off to visit an aunt, and had registered, occupied our room (which I was relieved to find had twin beds as promised and not a double), hung my clothes up, had a shower and a cup of tea and was lying on the bed in the complimentary towelling robe reading the conference literature, prior to getting ready for the reception dinner.

The door opened and Paula entered, followed by a bellboy or whatever they are called, with her suitcase. I was glad that I was decent. She tipped him and they laughed about something. She flopped down on the other bed.

‘Phew, what a journey. Traffic was terrible. Rush-hour I suppose. What about you?’

‘No, I was OK, I got here before it got busy.’

She kicked off her shoes, revealing a lot of leg. Paula is quite tall and slim with legs that would be the envy of many a twenty-year-old. In fact, I thought, her whole body was better than most twenty-year-olds. Her tummy is flat and her hips haven’t spread, unlike mine; her bust is small and pert. She has short pale blonde hair which may or may not be natural, and her face is pretty without the need of make-up, with a full wide mouth and eyes that sparkle wickedly. Only the faint web of lines on her neck and around her eyes give away her age. Of course, I thought, maybe the bits I can’t see are saggy and wrinkly. Then I remembered that I had seen her from the back, naked, being pleasured by the guy at her party. No, there had not been any wrinkly bits.

‘There’s some tea in the pot. Do you want a cup?’

‘I suppose it’s too early to start on the mini-bar, isn’t it?’ she said with a grin. ‘Yes please, that would be lovely.’

I got up and poured her a cup, and she swung her legs sideways and sat up. We chatted about the conference for a while.

‘Well, I feel human again now. Time for a shower and a primp before the jollies.’

She unpacked her suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom while I continued to read. After a while she emerged, and it was only when she walked across my line of vision that I realised she was stark naked. Indeed, she was a fine specimen of womanhood. Her small but firm breasts were topped with big upturned pink nipples, and her pubic hair - yes, blonde - was trimmed into a neat triangle which left her pussy bare.

I must have made a noise of surprise.

‘Oh sorry!’ she said. ‘I forgot. We walk around naked all the time at home. I’ll cover up if you like.’

‘No, it’s OK,’ I said - I’m no prude, and she certainly wasn’t offensive to the eye.

Paula went to the clear part of the room and began to do a series of yoga exercises, slowly stretching and bending. I watched her with interest - I’d been to classes but never managed to keep it up once they finished. Paula however seemed very supple and expert, breathing properly and looking totally focussed. Maybe that was what kept her young. I found myself looking at the way her breasts lifted, and the way her pussy lips opened and closed during certain movements – surprising myself, as I’d never taken any interest in my own sex.

She finished and sat on the bed in the lotus position, eyes closed, breathing slowly, for about five minutes. Then she opened her eyes and grinned at me.

‘There, that feels better! Do you do yoga, Gina?’

I told her about my classes and lack of commitment.

‘It does wonders for me, especially if I’m stressed. Makes me feel horny, though!’

I noticed that her nipples were very erect, the aureoles puckered.

‘Let’s hope I pull tonight. How about you?’

‘Pull?’

‘Yes, you know, pick up some randy young stud. These conferences are great for that. Lots of fit young guys away from their wives.’

‘So have you ... pulled before?’

‘Every time! It makes up for the mind-numbing tediousness of the day.’

‘You know at your party ... there was a guy going round asking all the women if they’d have sex with him ... well, he asked me, anyway.’

‘Yes ...’

‘I saw him talking to you, and then you went off together ...’

‘Yes ...’ She was grinning, infectiously.

‘So did you ...?’

‘Did we fuck? You bet we did. Like rabbits!’

‘Does your husband know?’ I wondered if she would think I was censorious, but I was merely interested.

‘Oh yes, he knows what I get up to.’

‘And he doesn’t mind?’

Paula got up and stretched, then went to her make-up bag and got out some body cream. She began to apply it to her arms and legs, stroking herself luxuriously.

‘I’ve always had a very high sex drive,’ she said conversationally, ‘He knew that when he married me. We agreed that one man would never be enough to satisfy me - and Ian was pretty good in bed, I can tell you. Still is, especially with Viagra! So I take other partners. I never make a secret of it. But it’s just sex. He’s the one I love and always will. What about you?’

I shut my mouth which had fallen open. ‘Um, no, I’ve never cheated on my husband. I don’t want to. Although I suppose you would say it’s not cheating if he’s happy with it.’

‘Never been tempted? Or is he a super-stud?’

‘He’s OK. No, that’s not fair, he’s lovely. And we enjoy sex together.’ I felt a bit embarrassed at the conversation, but after all she was the one standing naked in front of me smoothing cream over her breasts and stomach - and enjoying the sensations it gave her, by the look of it.

‘Fair enough. Most women have a bigger sexual need than men, once they realise it. I’d be in a straitjacket if I wasn’t serviced regularly. And there is something deliciously thrilling about exploring a new guy.’

‘Yes ... like being a teenager again.’

‘Exactly! I’m a teenager in a old woman’s body.’

‘Hardly!’ I said. ‘Your body is ...’ I nearly said ‘gorgeous’ but then thought that it might be misinterpreted ‘ ... fantastic. Much better preserved than mine, and I’m only 42.’

‘Thanks,’ she said, suddenly coy. ‘It must be all the bonking that does it.’

I looked at my watch. The reception started in half an hour and I had to dress, fix my hair and makeup and generally make myself beautiful - or at least presentable. I gathered some clothes and headed for the bathroom, then wondered if Paula might think I was being a bit shy. If she could strip off in front of me ... I took a deep breath and slipped the gown off, trying to act natural.

‘Turn round,’ she said. I did so, and she looked me up and down. ‘Nothing wrong with your body, Gina. I wish my tits were your size. They’re perfect.’

‘I could lose half a stone,’ I said, rubbing my slight belly.

‘Couple of hours strenuous bonking a day would get rid of that, no problem!’ she grinned. ‘It’s not the yoga that keeps me slim, you know.’

She finished moisturising herself and sorted out some clothes. A small black bra and black thong, then suspender belt and dark stockings with lacy tops. A wispy black dress, a few inches above the knee, and 4-inch heels completed the outfit. She looked elegant, poised and very very sexy. I was a little ashamed of my sensible white bra and knickers, calf-length red evening dress and lowish heels. We applied cosmetics and tried to make our hair behave.

‘OK, let’s go!’ she said, linking her arm in mine as we went into the corridor. ‘Let’s see what the totty’s like here. Some guys are going to think they’ve won the jackpot tonight!’ Not on my account, I thought.

We mingled with the throng and I soon lost track of her. The food was mediocre, as it usually is at conferences, and the speeches excruciating. I tried not to drink too much. Afterwards most people headed for the bar, where the women sat around moaning about their husbands and the men got drunker and louder. A small amount of flirting went on, none of it in my direction, fortunately.

At about eleven I had had enough and retired to our room, where I spent half-an-hour chatting on the phone to my husband, then put on my nightie and settled down in bed with a novel. Soon my eyes drooped and I turned off the light and slept, idly wondering what Paula was up to.

She returned at some ungodly hour, trying not to wake me, but I did anyway when she put the bedside light on. The illuminated clock showed three-fifteen. Paula’s hair was mussed and her lipstick smeared.

‘Sorry!’ she whispered.

‘Had a good time?’ I said, although it was fairly obvious.

‘You bet! What a guy! He just kept pumping away. I’m knackered.’ She peeled her dress off and I was intrigued to see that she seemed to have mislaid her bra and thong, although not the stockings. Wearing only the latter, she went into the bathroom, had a perfunctory wash and toothbrush and then flopped onto her bed.

‘How about you, Gina? Enjoy it? Meet anyone interesting?’

‘Not really. I didn’t stay late. So who was he?’ I had developed an unhealthy interest in her love life.

‘Oh, just some young guy, can’t remember his name. He was trying to chat me up, not very skilfully I must say, but I had the hots for him anyway, so I just told him to shut up and take me back to his room and fuck me. I think he was a bit surprised. Didn’t put him off, though. Phew! He was pretty well-endowed too. Gave me a good reaming.’

I swallowed. To hear her describing it so clinically, as if she was a horny teenager and not a 55-year-old married woman, disturbed me and if I am honest also aroused me a little. The fact that she was lying naked on the bed stroking her very erect nipples did not help. I say naked – in fact the black stockings only emphasised her nudity.

‘I’m still buzzing,’ she said, ‘I’m going to need a session with my dildo before I can get to sleep. Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet. Good night.’ She got something out of her bedside drawer and turned the light off. I pretended to sleep but in fact lay there straining my ears, listening to the faint liquid noises as she presumably stuffed some sex toy into her well-filled and juicy puss. After a while she gave a series of stifled grunts, then all was silent. I gathered that orgasm had been achieved – hadn’t her pick-up given her enough?

It left me hot and bothered – it was too hot in the room anyway. I threw the duvet off and lay there in my nightie, resisting the urge to masturbate – something I almost never indulge in. Eventually I drifted into a dream-filled sleep, to be woken too early as morning showers and toilets livened up the hotel’s water pipes. Even 5-star hotels are prone to plumbing noises.

I got up and filled the kettle to make some tea, without which I cannot function of a morning. Paula was lying on her back, still clad in the stockings, her legs open, head to one side, fast asleep. The end of a black cylindrical object projected from between her pussy lips. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. The slut had gone to sleep with the dildo still inside her!

I drank my tea and felt better, although still lacking in sleep. I had a shower and washed my hair and dried myself with the big fluffy towel. Naked, I went back into the bedroom, checked the clock and decided to wake Paula, as I knew she had a workshop at 9 o’clock. I put a cup of tea on her bedside table and touched her shoulder gently. I wasn’t bothered about being naked, after all she had seen me like that the previous evening and it certainly didn’t bother her. In fact she didn’t seem to have any modesty or inhibitions at all.

It took a bit of shaking to rouse her, but eventually she groaned and looked at me blankly.

‘Oh hi, Gina.’ It struck me that her waking-up face was a good deal prettier than mine after I’d spent a lot of time on it.

‘Time to get up, I’m afraid. Have a cup of tea.’

Paula sat up, then winced and reached down and pulled the dildo from between her legs. She gave me a sheepish grin. ‘Silly me.’

Having downed the tea, she got up and inspected her face critically in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair. ‘Oh god, I’m covered in spunk,’ she observed, without much surprise in her voice. ‘It’s tough being a woman, isn’t it?’ Without waiting for an answer she went into the bathroom to clean up whatever fluids were clinging onto or inside her body.

I was dressed when she emerged, still naked. Now I know women are supposed to exchange the most intimate details of sexual exploits without turning a hair, but I’ve always been reticent about it. Nevertheless I yearned to know more about Paula’s evening. She fascinated me in an unsettling way.

‘Are you seeing him again tonight, then?’ I asked.

‘He wants to, but I’d rather find someone new. I get bored easily - except with Ian, of course. Men get so romantic and clingy about sex.’ She put on matching red bra and panties, very lacy and seductive, and saw me staring.

‘Well, you never know who’ll see it, do you?’ she grinned. ‘No, he was good, but plenty more fish in the sea.’

‘So you never ... date ... the same guy twice?’

‘You mean fuck, not date. Oh, sometimes, if nothing better’s on offer. But I enjoy the novelty. And every guy’s got at least one surprise up his sleeve.’ She pulled on black pants which fitted her neat bum and hips like a glove, then a similarly figure-hugging top.

‘You must be unlucky sometimes, though.’

‘Not often. After 40 years I reckon I’ve got a nose for a good shag. I can home in on ‘em!’ She smoothed the clothes down over her bust and hips. ‘Time to go, I think.’

So Paula had been sleeping around since she was about 15, had she? That would be in the sixties, the decade of free love. I had no doubt that her love was freely and liberally dispensed. God, how many blokes must she have had? Hundreds, thousands even. I felt a surge of jealousy ...

I wrenched myself back into work mode and toddled off to the first presentation. By the time the buffet lunch came round I was bored and weary. I had about twenty minutes until the start of the afternoon sessions so I decided to have a quick lie down to recharge the batteries. I slipped the keycard into the lock and opened the door to our room.

And stopped, thunderstruck. There on the bed was Paula, naked apart from her thin red bra, straddling a naked man’s hips. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest. His hands were on her waist, helping her to rise and fall on his erection - I could see it plainly sliding in and out of her bare pussy lips, glistening with wetness. Clothes were strewn on the floor, and the room was hot with the smell of sweat and sexual fluids. The couple grunted and panted in synchrony.

I was flustered, and I suddenly needed the loo. I tiptoed past the heaving bodies and sat on the toilet, thinking that I wasn’t going to get my quiet lie-down. I stayed in the bathroom as long as I could, in the hope that they might finish and fall asleep, but when I opened the door they were still at it as vigorously as ever. The man now had his finger in Paula’s anus and was pumping it in and out, making her moan throatily. I crept out and closed the door as quietly as I could.

I sat in a corner of a lounge mulling it over. I was cross with her for taking over our shared room for her sexual shenanigans, but I was also more than a little envious. It was ages since I’d impaled myself on a cock in the afternoon - not since the first few years of marriage, in fact. I resolved to seduce my husband when I got home ...

Paula found me during the afternoon coffee break, looking a little sheepish.

‘Sorry about that,’ she said. ‘I didn’t think you’d come back. It was just a quickie.’

‘I didn’t realise you’d noticed me,’ I said.

‘Oh yes, I knew you were there, but I didn’t want to put him off his stroke, as it were,’ she giggled. ‘Were you shocked?’

‘Um, yes,’ I said. ‘I’ve never seen anyone having sex before - in real life, I mean.’

‘Sorry,’ she said again. ‘I won’t do it again. Or I’ll check with you first.’

‘Was he ... the same guy as last night?’

‘No, a new one. Got to keep the average up! A man a day keeps the doctor away.’

‘Wait a minute, are you telling me that you have sex with a new guy every day?’

She shrugged. ‘I don’t keep count, but yes, I probably do on average.’ She lowered her voice. ‘ And you know what’s great about getting the menopause out of the way? I can have sex every day of the month!’

I shook my head. ‘You’re in a different league to me, Paula. I can count my partners on one hand.’

Suddenly she hugged me. ‘I’m sorry, Gina, I shouldn’t go on like this. Everyone has their own lifestyle. Maybe I’m deeply unhappy and disturbed, who knows?’

I warmed to her honesty, and the hug reminded me that I hadn’t held my husband in my arms for over 24 hours. ‘Well, you seem happy enough to me. Enjoy it while you can!’

‘Tell you what,’ she said. ‘Why don’t you and I go into town tonight? Have a slap-up meal, go to a club, find a couple of nice blokes, have a foursome. I’ll pick a good one for you.’

‘You mean, pick up some men for sex?’ I was genuinely shocked.

‘Yes. You’re a very attractive woman, Gina, you’ll have no trouble. You’ll be fighting them off. Just stick with me and do what I do.’

‘No!’ I said, before I could say yes. ‘I don’t want to have a one-night stand with some greasy bloke. I couldn’t be unfaithful to my husband. I don’t want to be.’

‘Well, let’s go to a girls-only bar then. I haven’t had a good licking for ages. It’s a dying art among men.’

I goggled at her. ‘You have sex with women too?’

Paula grinned at me. ‘Now and then. A change is as good as a rest, as they say.’

I put my head in my hands. ‘No. I’m not into women.’

‘Oh well, suit yourself. You can borrow my dildo if you like. Don’t worry, I’ve washed it.’

She left me feeling deflated. She had got me categorised as a boring wife who had vanilla sex with hubby and shied away from anything vaguely risque. Maybe she was right. Maybe that described my lifestyle, or rather rut, perfectly. Maybe I should go out on my own, dressed in next to nothing, pick up a couple of hunks - three even - and bring them back for an all-night session of multiple penetration which Paula would discover and be forced to watch. No, she’d join in, I thought. Well, why not? I’d never had sex with a woman ...

Nah, I thought. I can’t be bothered. My novel was getting exciting and I was looking forward to an early night after a long chat with my husband.

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