Fucking One of My Mother's Card Club Friends - Sex Stories

Fucking One of My Mother's Card Club Friends

My dad and mom loved to play Bridge, and they had a group of three other couples--their Card Club-- which played together every week at our house. I was sixteen and very interested in learning the game, so I often would watch them play. Occasionally, I got a chance to sit in for a few hands, while one of the men took a break to make drinks or go to the bathroom. I was an apt pupil and picked the game up quickly. Although my bidding was a bit quirky, I discovered I had a natural aptitude for playing the hand and enjoyed pulling off a tough bid with a nifty finesse. One of the moms, Etta, was very complimentary of my play and frequently encouraged her husband to let me sit in for him--often sending him off to reload her scotch and soda so she could play with me. Etta was quite a good player herself, was patient with my bidding mistakes and always had a tip or two--or a compliment--after I played a bid we had won. "You can play with me anytime," she often declared, as I left the chair so her husband could rejoin the game. Etta was about 5' 4" and a very sexy, short-haired, "dirty" blonde package with a slender but curvaceous figure and gorgeous ass. Picture Chloe Foster with dirty blonde hair as a 40-year-old milf and you would not be far off. Etta had a really alluring, melodious voice that just made love to your ears. And, whenever she said “You can play with me anytime” I couldn’t help but imagine something other than a card game. I was "in lust" with her. As I was later ...

... to discover, she was "in lust" with me too and the “play with me” line actually was a hint of an invitation to something more than just a card game. A year passed, and I continued to sit in on the Card Club games frequently, often playing with Etta as my partner. I was now 17, a junior in high school, and a virgin who didn't want to be one. Getting any further than second base at the Catholic high school I attended, however, was an unusual event --at least for any of the guys I hung out with. There were very few girls in the school who would put out. And, frankly, you wouldn't want most of those who did. So "horny" was our middle names. One night, as I was studying in the kitchen while awaiting a chance to sit in on a hand at the Card Club, Etta came in to mix herself a drink, while she was waiting for a rubber to end at the next table she was supposed to join. "Your mom tells me you think you may want to become a lawyer," she said. Etta was a secretary at a prominent local law firm. "Quite possibly," I replied. Etta responded: "Well, why don't you come down to my law firm and chat with the senior partner I work for. You might find it interesting." "I'd love to do that," I answered. And so she arranged a visit during my lunch break the next week. I enjoyed hearing about what her boss did on a day to day basis and his tips for getting into a good law school. As Etta walked me out to the door after my luncheon chat, she invited me to come back the next day to talk to another ...