Mothers and Daughters Ch. 09

"Wow."

"I also found pictures."

"Of her having sex?"

"No, not that bad. But enough to show me that she was a really beautiful woman when she was young. She had a great sense of style. Her clothes showed off the great figure she had without making her look trashy. That was part of her deal with my Father, I guess. Be discreet and look like a part of the social stratum they lived in. But apparently there was a lot of discreet extra marital sex in that social stratum."

"So are you going to read me some?"

"Sure, but get me another beer and bring me that saddle bag laying over by the tree."

Melissa returned with two more opened beers (now much colder from lying in the lake) and the saddle bag.

Lisa dug out an aged looking note book and opened it to a flagged page. "All the entries were dated, sometimes weeks apart and sometimes only a day apart. There wasn't much in the diaries beyond her sex life. Very little detail on her life with her husband and nothing on her parents, at least not in the first twenty years' worth that I've read. I don't think I was ever even mentioned. One of my objectives for this summer is to read the rest of the diaries. At some point in time something changed because I know she spent the last few years of her life caring for your grandfather after he had a stroke. She was also running the family businesses during that period because he was incapacitated. Did she stop being a slut and become a loving wife and a business person at some point? I don't know yet."

"I take it she didn't talk to you after you left home to go west with Luke?"

"Between nannies, boarding schools, and college, she barely ever talked to me. But she definitely didn't approve of Luke and our marriage. She wanted me to stay home and help her run the businesses while she looked after my father. I said no and moved to Oregon. The only time we talked after I left was when my father passed and you and I went east for the funeral. She still wanted me to leave Luke and return to Virginia. You may have gotten cookies, but I got lectured, by a woman who had never paid any attention to me as I grew up."

"Ugh. Well, read me one of the steamy parts. We can at least enjoy that."

"Okay. Good Plan. It doesn't do to dwell on the past.

Opening the book, Lisa said, "One of the quaint features is that she starts each entry with 'Dear Diary.' It seems so formal a beginning for the lurid material the follows in virtually every entry.

"This entry is from the late 1960s. A few years before I was born." She began to read:

"Dear Diary,

"Last night started out to be a dreadfully boring evening, but it took a surprising turn that more than saved it. James had insisted that I join him at one of those dreary trade association meetings he insists on attending—downtown Washington, D.C. in a big hotel, rubber chicken, sticky rice, and canned peas, washed down with a very mediocre white wine, or scotch if you are smart enough to bring a fresh double to the table when seating starts, followed by a never ending series of long boring speeches, often without an opportunity to replenish your drink. Dreadful. Just dreadful.

"But this dinner turned out differently. The evening started with an hour of being towed around the room on James' arm looking like a piece of jewelry. It's true you know. Men never wear jewelry beyond a watch and sometimes a college class ring (Wedding rings don't count as jewelry for men. They are for women, but for men they are just a label). But for some men their real jewelry is the glamourous woman they tow around on their arm for other men to see and lust after. I'm willing to let James use me that way to a point because I've always kind of enjoyed being lusted after. However, at some point it becomes boring. Lust needs to climax in real sex. Otherwise there is no point to it.

"After an hour of trying to look beautiful and interested at the same time, we moved to our assigned table. When we were seated James just disappeared. Not literally of course. He was still sitting on my right. I could even reach out and touch him if I had wanted to. He wouldn't have noticed however. Actually maybe I was the one who had disappeared, at least for James. I simply ceased to exist for him once he realized that the man seated next to him was a potential customer. Once one of these dinners gets to the stage where I have become invisible it is really bad. There is no longer anyone lusting after me, much less talking to me. It's just me, my Scotch, and my rubber chicken.

" 'Excuse me, but I don't think we've met. My name is Richard, Richard Addleton.' It was just about the sexiest voice I've ever heard. He might as well have said, 'Bond, James Bond.'

"I turned to look and found a face that matched the voice. Not Sean Connery of course, but still a very attractive masculine face. And the eyes. Some men have eyes that you can just sink into.

"And he was actually looking straight at my face, rather than my décolletage as most of the men do at an affair such as this. (Okay I admit it. I always wear a dress that shows a respectable but still very noticeable bit of cleavage to these affairs. After all the objective is to be lusted after. James wouldn't have it any other way.) But this guy, this guy with the sexy blue eyes, was looking right at my eyes, like he was interested in me as a person rather than a pair of tits. It was devastating. Why aren't there more men like this in the world. He was probably in his early forties, neatly trimmed dark hair with just a touch of grey at the temples, strong chin, clean shaven, but with a virile looking five o'clock shadow. My god he had to be from central casting. There aren't real men like him at rubber chicken trade association dinners. Never.

"I blinked once trying to regain my composure and then I put on my moderately sexy smile (don't over-do it girl I thought. This guy's a pro. Maybe a movie star or something). 'Oh hello. I'm Louise Smithson.' Then I sat there with this silly looking face while I basked in his attention.

" 'What brings you to this event?' he asked. 'You don't look like a manufacturer of... what is it?'... then he mentioned the product the trade association was focused on.

I laughed. 'No not me. My husband (I pointed with an over my shoulder nod at the missing in action James) owns a company that supplies most of these guys with their raw materials. He's here to sell.' (Actually I owned the company, but why bother this god with details).

" 'Ah.' He thought for a moment, and then said, 'And you're here to be beautiful?'

I shrugged, admitting his perceptive observation. "And what brings you here?' I asked.

'Oh I'm here for the chicken.'

I choked on my drink at that comment.

" 'Really,' I said, once I recovered from breathing my scotch. 'I never would have guessed.'

"He laughed and said, 'Well actually I own the hotel and I like to see how my staff is performing at events like this from time to time. I own a lot of hotels so no one knows me here except the manager. I travel around from hotel to hotel sampling my own fare as they say. Most of the time I live in London.'

" 'Ah, I see.' I was infatuated. We chit chatted through the chicken (overcooked and tough, we agreed), the rice (too sticky, he thought), the peas (better than in England), and finally the dessert (too sweet).

"I noticed he assiduously avoided the wine. 'Not really drinkable,' he said when I asked, 'but the price is reasonable for this kind of event. The organizer wouldn't want to pay for good wine.'

" 'Actually,' he continued, as he put his hand on my arm, looking deep into my eyes, 'I have a much better bottle of White Burgundy chilling in my room. Perhaps you'd like a taste. That is if your husband doesn't mind.'

Ah, at last the proposition I had been waiting forever for. Of course I wanted to taste his White Burgundy and his cock too, I thought. 'And is there a Mrs. Addleton?' I asked, not wanting to look totally easy.

" 'Oh, of course. Actually she is in the room. She doesn't like to join me while I am working.'

" 'Will that be a problem... for our wine tasting?' I asked.

" 'Oh no. I'm sure she will want to join us.'

"Oh yum a threesome, I thought.

" 'And your husband?' he asked.

" 'Not a problem.' I leaned over towards James and said, 'James, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to leave early. I'll take a cab and see you at home.' Cab fare to our home across the Potomac in Alexandria was only a few dollars.

" 'Yeah, whatever,' he responded. I think he had his order pad out. At his point I could have told him I was going to the White House to seduce the President and he would have shrugged and said 'Sure thing Louise, but be discreet.'

"I turned back towards Richard and smiled. He had risen from his chair, satisfied my husband wouldn't be a problem and was handing me a hotel key. 'Room 2012. Ten minutes.' I noticed that for the first time since I had started talking to him he was looking down the front of my dress ogling my tits, a confirmation that he had more than wine tasting in mind.

"Ten minutes later I used the key he had given me to open the door to room 2012. I knocked timidly before pushing it open, not wanting to appear as though I assumed his wife's welcome.

" 'Come in.' I heard a feminine voice say. 'You are Louise, I presume.'

"I pushed the door fully open and stepped into the room. It was a sumptuous suite. Fitting I supposed for the owner of the hotel. The door opened into a sitting room. There were doors off of it I was later to learn led to bedrooms, bathrooms, and the like.

"A very attractive woman about my own age was reclining on the end of a sofa holding a glass of wine. An open bottle resided in a wine bucket on the table flanked by two more glasses. She was wearing a long sheer peignoir that covered all and hid nothing. Her long dark hair hung down almost to the tips of her large breasts, readily visible through the diaphanous fabric of her garment. Her make-up accentuated her high cheek bones and drew one's attention to her round dark brown eyes. Her lipstick was a fiery red that contrasted nicely with her olive complexion. It would have been a bit much for downstairs, but it was seductively attractive here. Her shapely legs were crossed with the fabric of the peignoir draped gracefully to each side. She wore mules with a modest heel, one of which dangled by the toe from the foot not on the floor.

" 'I'm Alicia,' she said. 'Richard is changing out of his work clothes and will be out shortly. Can I pour you a glass of wine?' As she reached for the wine bottle she turned her hips up enough to confirm my expectation that she wore nothing beneath the peignoir.

" 'Please,' I said. I was awe struck by the woman's beauty. But then I thought, what would I expect a man of Richard's extraordinary appearance to have for a wife—one of the ugly step sisters from Snow White? Besides, this was just a one night fling. No need to feel insecure or competitive with this woman.

"She patted the seat next to her on the sofa inviting me to sit. I strode across the room, first bending to accept the glass of wine she proffered, and giving her a good look down the front of my dress at my tits as I did so, before I turned and sank into the seat next to her. The sofa was soft and I slid towards her. I immediately felt the warmth of her body where our hips met.

"I took a sip of the wine and said, 'Oh very nice,' referring in my mind to the wine as well as the warmth of her hip

" 'Yes, it is, isn't it,' Alicia responded. As she spoke she turned towards me. She dropped the mule that had been hanging on her crossed over leg and begin sliding her foot along the back of my calf. 'You're very nice too,' she continued. 'I never know what to expect when Richard goes to one of these affairs.' She was leaning back now so she could fondle the back of my upper calf with her toes.

"I responded by putting my free hand on her knee. I took another sip of the wine and said, 'I hope I meet your expectations,' while I let my hand slide to the inside and up onto her thigh.

"Alicia released the belt that held the peignoir closed around her waist and pulled it back on both sides so her beautiful breasts were fully exposed. The areolas and extended nipples were dark, a lovely match with her olive skin. The garment fell away from her hips at the same time, so she was essentially naked. 'I'm sure you will,' she responded, 'but...' she paused enjoying the massage my fingertips were giving her inner thigh... . 'but well, you see... not to be rude, but... you may be just a bit overdressed.'

" 'Ah, of course,' I said. I stood and reached behind my back to draw down the zipper that held my dress in place. It fell to the ground leaving me standing in only a garter belt, thigh high nylons, and of course three inch heels. I had taken advantage of the ten minute delay Richard had requested to dispose of my bra and panties in the hotel lobby's ladies room. I did a quick pirouette, leaving me standing before Alicia, indecently dressed with my legs spread widely, my hands on my hips.

" 'Well,' I asked. 'Do I meet your standards?'

" 'Mmmm. Yes, very much so,' she said as she looked me up and down and licked her lips. 'But come a little closer.' As she spoke she let the peignoir slip off her shoulders and arms so she was completely naked. I stepped forward and stood, my legs spread widely on either side of her legs. She reached up and put a hand on either side of my ass and then pulled me forward and down. I cooperated by bending my knees and sinking on to the couch, a knee on either side of her hips and my breasts dangling before her face. No longer needing her hands to pull me forward, Alicia used them to begin fondling my tits. When she reached my nipples and began to rub them with her finger tips I leaned my head back and gasped. Then I arched my back a bit and leaned forward, my hands on either side of her head and kissed her, a long, aggressive, sexy kiss.

"When we broke the kiss I tumbled to the side, sitting next to her my legs spread obscenely and tangled with her similarly spread legs. I put a hand on her mound feeling the dampness leaking from her and began to massage it. Within moments each of us had two fingers invading the others cunt. That was when Richard walked into the room, saying 'Oh my, I may be late for the party.' He was naked but for a pair of boxers.

" 'Not to worry, Richard,' Alicia said. 'With two women and one man, I'm sure you won't be left out. Why don't you just watch for a while. Let Louise and I play for a bit and then we can bring that cock of yours into the game.'

"Richard filled a wine glass and then sank into an arm chair opposing us and smiled. 'Just let me know when I am needed ladies.' Then he pulled out his half engorged cock and began slowly stroking it as Alicia and I picked up where we had left off.

"The finger fucking was good; really very enjoyable, especially with Richard watching, but it wasn't going to get me off anytime soon. After about ten minutes, I looked at Alicia and said, 'We need to get our tongues involved. Sixty-nine, s'il vous plaît?'

" 'Oh mon oui,' she responded. We tumbled to the floor where she lay back on the thick rug and spread her legs invitingly. I straddled her face and leaned forward to place my face between her legs. We quickly went to work on each other. Oh my God, her tongue was fantastic. We both took our time, licking the others pussy lips and finger fucking, but not getting too aggressive on each other's clits. We wanted to make this last, and last it did for about 15 minutes of groaning and crying as each of us tortured the other.

"Finally I pulled my head up. 'My God Alicia. This is fantastic, but I need to cum.' I heard a muffled 'yes' from between my legs and then we both attacked the other's clit. We were so aroused by that time that it didn't take long. Within minutes each of us were cumming with energy and enthusiasm. Funny thing about cumming in a sixty-nine. If it's really simultaneous no one hears all the noise you are making. It's all muffled. We both fell to the side and lay gasping for air while we heard Richard slowly applauding.

"Alicia sat up and looked over at Richard and said, 'Richard, Louise is our guest. You should fuck her first. I get you all the time.'

Just hearing that lewd proposal lit a new fire in my loins. I knew I would still be tight from my climax, but all I could think of was that beautiful man forcing his cock into my cunt and then fucking me until I came again while I looked up into those eyes. I was laying on my back and I pulled my knees up and spread my legs as I looked over at Richard and beckoned him with a lewdly crooked finger, that said, 'Come fuck me Richard.'

"Richard stood and let his boxers drop to the floor. He had a beautiful firm cock sticking straight out, obviously eager for action. It wasn't the biggest cock I've ever seen, but a bit bigger than average, straight, well ribbed with engorged blood vessels, and capped with a lovely plumb shaped head that glistened with the precum he had been generating as he masturbated while watching Alicia and I fucking. It looked delicious.

"He walked across the room, his cock bobbing obscenely as he walked and stood staring down at my swollen and dripping pussy. He dropped to his knees between my legs and, holding his upper body on his outstretched arms, leaned forward, and began pressing that beautiful prick against the entrance to my cunt. There was no need for foreplay. We were both fully aroused.

"As I anticipated, I was tight, but he still managed to enter me with a few moments of probing. It felt so good. Yes, I enjoy it when a woman (or a man) eats my pussy and drives me to a climax, but there is nothing like that first moment when a big hard cock forces its way into your cunt. So good. Well, maybe there is one thing that is just as good. That's when that big hard cock is being used to pound you in thrust after thrust of aggressive fucking, and that is what we quickly progressed to. I was laying on my back with my legs spread and my hands pulling on the back of my knees to spread my legs ever wider while Richard pounded my cunt with thrust after thrust of his big hard cock. He was grunting on each thrust and sweat was dripping from his brow. Every time he hit bottom I screamed. I could feel my climax approaching like a prowling cat about to pounce. So soon after the last one I wondered, but yes it was building deep in my core, and then he stiffened holding himself deep in my core. I could feel stream after stream of his cum squirting into my cunt. That set me off and I wrapped my legs around his back as my body sought to crush that invading cock and I screamed in ecstasy. My fucking god that was good!

He collapsed down on to my chest and we lay gasping for air as his softening prick slowly eased itself out of me. That was when we heard Alicia again. 'Done so soon Richard? I believe it's my turn again. We mustn't let our guest feel abandoned.' Richard rolled off of me still gasping and Alicia dived between my legs before I could close them, burying her face in my crotch. Again I thought? No, not again, not this quick, but it was only moments before I felt the fire start between my legs as Alicia's magical, devilish, tongue worked wonders on my sex. She was lapping up the volumes of Richard's cum leaking from my cunt and using it to caress my pussy lips and even my clit. I knew I wouldn't cum quickly this time. Not a third time in the span of a few minutes, but Alicia had staying power and she took her time lapping up Richard's jism and massaging my sex, holding me in a state of arousal and slowly, over I don't know 15 minutes, half an hour, who knows, bringing me closer and closer to a climax so that eventually I was hanging on the edge wanting her to push me into that third climax I didn't think I could have. 'Oh God yes, Alicia. Fuck me. Fuck me. Don't stop. Make me cum. Oh yes, yes, yes, Aiiiiiiigh,' and I came with a scream.