The Cougar Book Club

The four single women were friends, in their mid-thirties, and attractive. The group met every Tuesday at the Forest View Country Club north of Chicago in the suburbs. None of them were particularly good at golf, so it was more of a social event than a sporting one. Following their round on the course, they lunched together at the club to catch-up and gossip.All of them were divorced, so they had plenty to say about men. Most of it wasn't exactly favorable. Despite their opinions of men, they still had had their moments. In fact, two of them had one night stands shortly after their divorce that they hadn't shared with the other girls. The women just rationalized it as an emotional rebound. It was only about sex, nothing else. No one needed to know, not ever their best friends.In all honesty, all four women were in great shape, and still attractive enough to seduce nearly any man she wanted. However, none of them had a significant other to satisfy their lust.Harriet, the former Mrs. Marcus Rosenfeld, was the most extroverted of the four and by far the wealthiest. She wasn't afraid to express her opinions, and they spanned every possible topic from politics to sex. Sex was her favorite. The woman was full breasted with generous hips. Her charming personality disguised her aggressive nature.Over lunch, Harriet asked, "So ladies, what have you been reading?" She knew the others were avid readers like herself.Maria, the former Mrs. Luis Gonzalez with glorious copper colored skin, said she had just finished, "Double Felony," a mystery. Maria had the most alluring smile of the group.Jenny, the former Mrs. Thomas Belford, said she had two books on her nightstand, but hadn't started either one of them. Jenny was petite, almost fragile, with a killer sense of humor.Ann, the former Mrs. Frank Stolworth, had been recently divorced, a shy, quiet and reflective woman, who said she was in the middle of "Lost Beacon," a seaman story. Jenny questioned her and asked if she meant a semen story. They all laughed at Jenny's witty remark making Ann feel embarrassed by being the center of attention.Harriet sipped her Chardonnay and said, "That's funny, Jenny, but ya know what? I'm reading a book that would be a great semen story, but it doesn't go there, if you know what I mean. There's a scene with this attractive married woman who is having an affair with a hunk she met on the beach. The two lovebirds start doing it in his attic apartment but without the essential details. It's one of those trashy romance novels called 'Paradise in the Attic'. I don't know about you girls but these stories always stop short of what I really want to read, leaving too much to my imagination."Jenny replied, "Well, Harriet, you have a rather vivid imagination so maybe you don't need a book to be more descriptive."Both Ann and Maria had a good laugh at Jenny's wisecrack."Okay girls, maybe you are right about that but still, a book that spells it all out can be more stimulating. When I'm using my rabbit, I don't want to have to make up the dirty parts. I want to read about the couple getting it on and how they're doing it. Maybe we need to write our own smutty romance story."Maria and Jenny nodded in agreement. Ann, abstained from voicing an opinion asking, "What kind of novel do you think we should write?""Oh you know, sex the way women want it," Harriet replied.So the discussion continued in whispered voices for the next hour. Most of it was trying to identify what women wanted and what would be included in their book. Of course, they couldn't bahçesehir escort agree.Ann, who wasn't noted for expressing her thoughts among the others blurted out, "I have an idea!"The others turned toward her in shock. Maria said, "Tell us about it, Ann. What are you thinking?""Let's have a book club. We'll read these romance novels and discuss them. We can talk about what's missing, and how it probably happened."Everyone but Jenny thought it was a great idea. "Don't you think if we have a book club, we ought to be discussing books from the Times' best seller list instead of this trash?" Jenny offered.The others thought it was another of Jenny's joke. It wasn't."No," the other three said in unison.Harriet cut in, "Jenny, don't you see? We all read these novels privately under the lamps of our bedside table and if I'm not mistaken, use our toys for a little extra stimulation. We just don't talk about it."Ann blushed and the others wore an embarrassed grin.Harriet continued, "Come on girls, lighten up. I suggest we meet tomorrow night for show and tell at my place. We'll get together and make our own trashy best seller list."So once a month at Harriet's, it became trashy book club night. They had developed a list of the most salacious romance novels they could find, adding graphic details where the author had left off. The wine helped to loosen their tongues and each month, the discussion became more and more risqué, then libidinous.It secretly had occurred to each of them that what they were doing was revealing their own sexual bucket list. Finally, Jenny spoke up. "Girls, this is so much fun. You were right about it being better than the Times' best sellers. The thing is, all we're doing is revealing our fantasies. We are no closer to writing our own novel than when we began. To be honest about it, all we are doing is what the authors do. We are stopping short of the naughty parts we wish we were doing."Silence. Was this another joke? No one said a word. They all knew the truth. They all knew that being single sucked without having sex. Their battery operated gadgets hidden in their bedrooms helped, but it wasn't the real thing. It wasn't what they truly craved.The deafening silence continued as the women looked at each other waiting for someone to speak.Harriet spoke first. "Well it's not as if we haven't already shared some ideas. I mean the only thing that would make this whole literary exercise worthwhile would be to experience it."Again, the room was quiet.Ann broke the stillness. "Harriet, you mean you would do some of the things we've said here?""There's more to life than reading and writing, Ann. We are all bright, attractive women. We deserve more than sitting around in a book club."Maria who had been listening intently finally said, "I don't know about you girls, but I'm not getting any younger. I don't want any more kids, but I still want the other part." The others understood about, the other part.Jenny said, "Me too."Ann just blushed."Look," Harriet said, "why don't we go to the Paramour Club in the city on Friday night. It's a singles bar on the near Northside. I've never been there but rumor has it that lots of hot guys are there looking for women and women looking for guys. Each of us can decide what we want to do when we get there. The four of us can go home together, or if you meet someone, he can take you home; his or yours."The ladies all giggled like a bunch of schoolgirls. Ann needed a little persuading, but in the end, they were all in. Friday night would beylikdüzü bayan escort be the night.They all dressed elegantly for the evening being certain to wear short skirts and low cut blouses revealing a modest amount of cleavage. Ann drove because she was sure she would leave first. and wanted her own vehicle to conveniently get back home.The rock band was loud. Most of the customers were at least a decade younger than them, so the music wasn't their style. Even the way the younger people dressed was from a different generation. In a word, the women were overdressed.Jenny, clearly uncomfortable said, "Well girls, this is what you get in a younger crowd. I don't know about you but this will be my first and last drink, then I'm out of here.""Hey, Jenny," Maria said, "You look fabulous tonight. Give it a couple of drinks, and let's see what happens, okay? "Jenny reluctantly nodded in agreement.Before long, a guy walked up to Ann. His hair was longer than hers, wore jewelry around his neck and ears, and asked her to dance. She said no. He didn't beg but politely said, "My name is Trevor. I work at MXM in the city. You are gorgeous. What's your name?""I'm Lisa," giving him a false name. "I'm not much of a dancer," and she turned away from him."Do you mind if we talk then?"Ann felt trapped. She didn't want to be rude and ignore him but then, she wasn't in the mood to talk with this stranger. When he sat on the barstool next to her, she had no choice but to have a conversation with Trevor and eventually he talked her into one dance, "Only one," she said. And they danced and danced.Trevor was a terrific dancer and Ann, despite her reluctance, was also a very good dancer. The three friends watched for awhile and eventually struck up a conversation with a man closer to their age. His name was Andrew, Not Andy, as he put it. Andrew bought them a round of drinks. Later, Jenny did the same with another round. By midnight, the women were on their third martini and feeling very good about their surroundings. Even the rock band sounded better. Adding to the entertainment were guys occasionally hitting on them, all a dozen or more years younger than them."Where's Ann?" Harriet asked. Maria and Jenny thought she was in the Ladies Room. Maria went to look. Ann wasn't there.Jenny said, "It isn't like Ann to leave us without saying where she's going."Ann had been gone for more than a half hour. The three women were concerned, even worried about her disappearance.Just about then, Harriet looked at the backdoor and saw Ann walk in, her face flushed and more than a few hairs out of place. "Look, there's Ann," Harriet announced to the group. They waved her over to join them. No one was willing ask the key question, Where have you been? They already knew from her appearance.Ann took a deep breath and said, "I need to go to the john and freshen up."It was Harriet that said, "By the way, see what you can do about those stains on the back of your dress." Ann gave her a dagger of a frown.They all stayed until one in the morning, having given out their phone numbers and e-mail addresses to a few guys who promised to keep in touch. The girls' night out was a success but not fulfilling for all but one.At lunch in the country club restaurant, all they could talk about was the Paramour Club. Finally, Harriet could no longer hide her curiosity. "So Ann, tell us about it.""About what?" Ann answered with an edge in her voice."About you and Trevor."Ann gave her a smirk, then holding a napkin over her face escort beylikdüzü said, "We danced, and he bought me a drink.""Anything more?" Harriet asked."Oh, he kissed me.""And?" Jenny asked."I guess we got a little romantic for awhile."Maria smiled and gave Ann a hug. "I'm so proud of you, Ann. I just wish it had been me."Jenny added, "Yes, that's great, Ann. Who would have thought I was riding home with a newly minted slut.""Stop it," Harriet yelled scolding Jenny. "If that was meant to be funny, it's not. You should be so lucky. Let's talk about this at our next book club meeting. This isn't the place."The following week they discussed "Desert Desire." It was all about a couple meeting on the Internet and agreeing to hook up in Las Vegas. So their fantasy appendages to the story began, each with a different added chapter.Maria gave a lurid account of the guy who had, what she called, "a substantial cock," fucking the lady in four positions in a casino hotel room. Maria was not shy about the details. She masterfully described each one and how the guy came three times. There was a certain glee in her voice when described the feeling of cum flooding her insides when she said, "Fucking without cum is like a latte without the milk."There was a time out for wine and hors d'oeuvres and to catch their collective breath. Jenny was next.She said, "It turns out our heroine had been corresponding on the Internet with Billy, a nineteen year old. He said he was twenty-four. She was thirty but said she was twenty-five. Billy was incredibly handsome, and she couldn't resist him. His cock wasn't like in Maria's story, but it was big enough and really hard. He was more nervous than she was when they got naked, so she began with a blowjob to relax the teenager. It helped. She had to show him what she wanted, you know, orally.""Billy finally caught on and boy, could he ever suck clit. She was yelling and screaming at him not to stop. It must have scared him at first until he realized he was doing it right. Then she showed him how to finger fuck her, first with one finger then two.""Anyway, they finally got around to screwing each other. He was going to put on a condom, but she said it would be okay without it. She wanted to feel his cum gushing inside her. You girls know what I mean. That's about it, although she invited him to her house in Tennessee."Harriet said, "Ooo, Jenny, that would be a great way to end the book. I'm having her go home with Andrew. You remember, like the older guy at the Paramour Club who said he wasn't Andy. He was very experienced and introduced our heroine to anal. You know girls, my husband, Marcus, didn't want to do it that way, but I've been wanting to try it ever since my sister said it was worth a try. She told me, 'If you haven't done it, you've really missed out.'"All of the women giggled except for Ann who was trying to be invisible in the background. Ann seemed to be hiding a secret."Okay Ann, enough of 'Desert Desire'. Tell us what you really did with Trevor," Harriet demanded, "and don't leave out any of the details."Ann was fidgeting with her bracelet before she said, "Well, there isn't much to tell."She was still timid about expressing her opinions, but in this case she showed a certain urgency to share her secret. She would not be telling a wishful fantasy but what actually happened at their night out. There was an air of excitement in her voice as she quietly revealed to her friends what happened with Trevor."When Trevor arrived at the bar," Ann began, "I didn't even give him a second look. I wished he would just go away. After awhile, he kind of grew on me with that killer smile. He asked me to dance and I said no. Trevor just smiled at me and said, 'Come on, I?ll show you the rumba.' Just to get rid of him, I agreed and we danced."