Chocolate Laughter - Sex Stories

Chocolate Laughter

We had met at a seminar the month before, and had been messaging and chatting since. She was 38, married with two teenage kids, starting to rebuild her career, having taken a break. I could see she was a go-getter, fiercely intelligent, and going to be successful. If I had vacancies in my company, I would have head hunted her. Instead, here we were on another course (long booked ahead), planning to meet at the hotel. She was about five-foot-eight, to my six-feet. She was half Scottish, half Swedish, living in the South. The big difference was in our ages, as I am 60. She was slender, with firm breasts about 34C (probably what first caught my eye, if I'm honest!), with blonde, thick hair in a tidy bob cut. She dressed quietly smart in style, whether tailored jeans, or a suit. She enjoyed our conversations, and seemed to like my sense of humour. She said she had a tight circle of friends, but it was good to talk away from work with someone who listened. I booked into the hotel, and went for a walk after the drive. She wasn't expected till later, and the first 'get together' was purely social over dinner that night. I had just set out when my mobile rang. It was her. 'Hi, I saw your car in the car park, where are you?' I told her that I was stretching my legs, and she asked if we could meet, preferably somewhere we could talk. She said she was in her room, so I said I could meet her there or in the bar. She said to give her a few minutes and come to her room. I asked if she ...

... was OK, as I heard a break in her voice. She said we could talk about it privately. So I offered to come straight away. I knocked at the door, and she opened it. She was wearing jeans and a sheer blouse over lace underwear. Her case was open on a stand, and her driving jacket hung in the wardrobe. It was a double room with bathroom, and just a small table and chair. Typical for the type of hotels used for these meetings. She had opened a bottle of wine, and had a couple of glasses ready. She greeted me with a hug, and I smelt the subtle perfume of lime and cedar notes. We greeted each other. She poured a glass of wine for us both, and seemed to be gathering her thoughts. Her eyes did not look red or puffy, but I sensed she was 'gearing' herself. She turned to me and said, 'Look, I think I can trust you, but I need someone 'anonymous' to talk 'at', and you fit the bill. Would you mind if I discussed something really personal?' Of course, I agreed, wondering what was up. She said to let her speak, and get it all out, then to comment in any way I felt right. 'Before I became a mother, my husband and I were quite sexually adventurous, even trying a swap with two couples we still know. I just found out that he has started seeing one of the couples very occasionally for threesomes. Turns out he is a little bi-curious. We girls used to play a bit in the group too. He said I had become set in my ways, and figured this wasn't cheating. And that I wasn't interested. But I AM. Being a ...