4 comments/ 30353 views/ 12 favorites The OPALS Club Ch. 01 By: Romantic1 The OPALS Club Ch. 01 The OPALS Club Ch. 01 Bill's hands fumbled slightly with the blouse's buttons and the fact the garment was wrap-around. He kissed me all over as he revealed patches of skin. The blouse came off, and then he undid my bra. I said in an apologetic tone, "I'm sort of saggy. I'm not a young thing any more." Bill stood tall and kissed me. "Darling, at this age, we're all a bit saggy. What's that old saying about age, 'The things that should be hard get soft, and the things that are soft get hard, and everything succumbs to the law of gravity.' If you won't worry, I won't -- I promise. You are one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. I'm mad about you by the way." Bill leaned in and kissed me hard. With that, I allowed my bra to slide down my arms unveiling my naked breasts to a man for the first time in over seven years. I closed my eyes and looked towards heaven as I felt Bill's warm hands cup my breasts, graze my nipples, and feel the fullness and heft of my tits. I felt myself ascending to heaven. I thought how I would never have applied the word 'tits' to my breasts until I'd heard Megan use the term a few days earlier, but somehow in this new open sexuality that I was becoming exposed to, words like that had started to flow into my thinking: breasts, tits, boobs, puppies, boobies, melons, and man pillows. I chuckled silently to myself, and then moaned as Bill started to suck on my left tit. I whispered, "You're overdressed. I want to feel your bare chest against mine." Seconds later, Bill's shirt flew through the room to a nearby chair, joining my blouse and bra. Bill pulled me to him and we kissed, but then he pulled us apart slightly and rubbed his bare chest against my large melons in a way that my erect nipples foraged through his chest hair, leaving a trail of lust behind. Bills hands moved to the button and zipper on my skirt. As he undid it, I kicked my shoes off, and then helped him pull the garment down my legs. I wondered about my lack of sexy underwear. I knew girls today were into thongs, but I'd tried one once and couldn't get used to what my daughter called 'butt floss' -- the strip of material that sank into the crack in my buttocks. Oh, there's a word I need to learn a new vocabulary for -- buttocks. Using that word made me sound old fashion, even to myself. How about ass, butt, bum, tush, can, or booty? Megan had mentioned anal sex in one of our discussions. Did she do that every time she had sex? Could I? I'd have to ask her about it. I hope Bill didn't ask me to do that tonight. I wore white boy shorts, and in the dimly lit living room the color looked stark. I must ask Megan what she wears on her dates. Maybe she goes naked in whatever she's wearing. She's so trim and stylish. I couldn't go bare because when I think of sex I gush a lot of girl juice, and I'd show a spot on my pants or dress in nothing flat. Even tonight, I'd worried about a wet spot. I bet with this new Club, if they accept me, I'll be horny and gushing all the time. I said to Bill, "Might we be more comfortable in your bed. I'm also feeling a little on display." Somehow, I'd managed to completely ignore the large window facing the street, yet here I stood almost nude in front of it in the dim living room light. I would have never allowed myself to go on display to anyone but Garth, but now I'd casually stripped in front of the window with barely a second thought. Bill pulled me down a short hallway into a masculine looking bedroom. He flipped a few switches, and the lights came on, automatically dimming to just the right level to be romantic. I felt amazingly shy and bold at the same time. I wanted to display myself to Bill, and wanted him to make love to every part of my body, yet I also felt demure and coy. Bill dropped his pants and his boxers. What was it they said about the difference between men who wore boxers versus brief? I couldn't remember, but it was something sexy regardless of the outcome. Before I could gawk at his penis, Bill knelt in front of me as I sat on the edge of his large bed, and I allowed him to gently work my boy shorts down my legs. I had a hairy bush. The last time I'd shaved anything 'down there' was a few years earlier before donning a bathing suit and going to a local beach. Earlier in the day, I'd evened up the edges, but that was all. One of my daughters told me the style today was completely shaved, or perhaps what she called a landing strip or a small heart of hair left as pure decoration. I'd have to ask Megan what she did with her pubic hair, but then I realized what a personal question that was. Before I could blink, Bill had me recline on the bed, and his mouth latched onto my pussy. Well, not exactly latched on; he started to use his tongue in the most talented way I'd ever experienced. He'd run it up my slit, suck on my pussy lips, and then dart his tongue onto my clitoris. Every time he did that, my body would spasm and an embarrassing bolt of pleasure would tear through me. Bill could tell what he did excited me. My juices had started to flow in earnest. I wanted Bill's penis in my vagina. Oh, dear, what an old fashioned way to say I wanted intercourse. I needed a new vocabulary. Vagina, cunt, quim, pussy, pink, cooch, pooter, and snatch, were some of the words I knew for my nether region. For a man's penis I knew cock, wood, wiener, Johnson, stick, rod, pole, sausage, tool, and woody, but I knew there were more and cruder terms I'd have to learn. For intercourse, there was fucking, humping, balling, and expressions like doing the nasty. I need to refine my vocabulary so I can talk dirty. I wondered what Bill ... oh, shit ... an orgasm washed over me suddenly, coming from nowhere. He made my body feel electric and as though I'd just gotten a huge shock of pleasure. I tugged at Bill's shoulder. "Come and make love to me. I'm going to be ... well ... I haven't done any thing like this for over seven years, so take it slow, OK? I may be a little tight." Bill kissed me and I could taste myself and smell the aroma of my juices. He said, "My only goal tonight is to bring you pleasure. You direct me if I'm doing something to the contrary." I pulled him into a highly passionate kiss, and I reached for his manhood at the same time. I whispered to Bill, "That's my goal for you, too." Bill was hard, and I thought it delightful that an older man like him could rise to the occasion so dramatically. Bill was hung, and a delight to fondle. I delayed having him move to my cunt because I found enjoyment in stroking and feeling his cock. Eventually, Bill maneuvered in front of me, and I spread my legs. I felt a squoosh of some gel like substance on my labia. I went to look at what he was doing, but Bill kissed me. He said, "I thought you might appreciate a little lubrication. Sorry for the sudden chill of the gel." I never thought about lubrication; how thoughtful. And then, I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my slit, rubbing the gel around, and then the head caught at the entrance to my vagina. Bill's hips bucked slightly, and little by little, his cock penetrated me until our pubes were solidly together. Oh, God. My whole body soared into space, went to the edge of the galaxy of pleasure, and shot back to earth so I could kiss my lover with every ounce of affection I could muster. Oh, what a wonderful experience. I was overdue. I even said a prayer that this Sex Club would accept me because I wanted to do this act morning, noon, and night everyday. I never wanted the experience to stop. We fucked -- had intercourse. I wrapped my legs around Bill and used them to help boost his thrusts into my body. Oh, everything felt wonderful. My heart fluttered, and I put my all into the act. I didn't just lie there and let him fuck me; I fucked Bill back, pushing into him, raising my hips to meet his. I played an active role in our lovemaking. We fucked for a long time. Bill wasn't a thirty-second wonder. He took care to kiss and stroke me all over. He'd lean in and suck on my breasts. Everything he did aroused me. I was a sexual machine that wanted orgasm after orgasm, but I was nervous and didn't expect any other than the surprise while he gave me cunnilingus. But then as I felt Bill back away and start to pump into me with extra intensity, and I got a little carried away. His thumb came down and started to stroke over my clitoris, just above where his cock was pumping into me. Bill came, and when I felt the first splash of cum erupt from his cock, I had another orgasm -- a big one because I realized what was happening. I groaned as the pleasure came, and then, while I could still feel the jets of cum surging into me I pulled Bill to me and we kissed with renewed passion, our tongues dueling with passion. I'd forgotten how exquisite the afterglow of sex could be, and with Bill and the way I felt, that word just understated the bliss I felt. To be continued The OPALS Club Ch. 02 The OPALS Club Ch. 02 After eating me to an orgasm, Jon moved and put his cock in me. Eric asked if I'd suck on him as I got fucked, and that sounded splendid to me. So as Jon pumped into me, I tried to pump Eric into my mouth. We changed positions a few times, and I learned that I was being 'spit roasted' by the men. I liked 'spit roasted.' I liked it even better when the men started to change places with me every few minutes. I came a couple of times, but the men were holding off. Oh, I was being so well fucked, and sucked on, and loved. What a miracle that every woman on the planet didn't want a threesome ALL the time. I'm sure if they got over their silly puritanical beliefs they'd love it. Eventually, Eric blasted cum into my pussy as Jon plastered my mouth and face with his load. I left things as they were for a few minutes, and that turned the guys on again. I sucked each of them back to life over the next hour, and then they changed places, and Jon filled my cunt as Eric came all over my tits. I let the two men rub the cum into my skin. After Eric checked who else was around his part of the marina, we scampered out to the hot tub naked, and went in for a half-hour. I made out with the two of them, but they were both done for the night. We eventually got out, took a shower on deck, dried off, and then I went inside and dressed, and we bid Eric goodnight. Jon walked me to my car, and I headed home. After sleeping in the next morning, I called Megan. I went over to her condo for brunch. We shared our evenings in such great detail that we worked ourselves into a frenzy, so we stripped down and made love to each other for a couple of hours. This new lifestyle I'd found was spectacular, and long overdue. If I'd found a club like this when I was twenty, I would have fucked myself into oblivion before I reached thirty. I thought the threesome with Eric and Jon was spectacular and impossible to top, until Megan suggested that we double date some night with two guys each, and then do a lot of switching around all night long in true orgy and gang bang fashion. She'd never done this, but confessed that Bob and she had watched a porn film the night before where that had been the case, and she said it looked like a lot of fun. After getting over the initial decadence of her suggestion, I listened to her describing all the possible combinations and permutations of cock, pussy, mouths, and tongues, and ... well, Megan used her mouth and fingers and brought me to yet another orgasm. The OPALS Club Ch. 02 , sore in the morning we'd been fucked so much the night before. Moreover, each of us was walking funny because of the soreness and the unusual feeling of our asses from the anal play. I had been an early riser, and could attest to the therapeutic powers of Ben's hot tub. We did a communal breakfast, mostly in the nude. Harriet, Megan, and I were hands off due to our soreness. We did give the guys a good show, however. I collected my clothes and went home clad only in my bikini. Despite screwing all night long except for a few hours, I felt surprisingly rested. I think I was so excited and psyched up about the orgy, I just didn't need sleep. At home I pulled out my diary and started to think about the impact of the OPALS Club on my life over the past month. I made a list: •Was horny all the time, but couldn't do anything about it; now I can •First one night stand •Sex on first date with Bill, Gary, et. al. •First threesome (wonderful) •First orgy (more wonderful) and fucking six men and two women in one night •Anal sex (both over and under rated) •Double penetrated -- Wow! •'Snowballing' cum (a new sex word and act I learned) •First daisy chain with two other women •First 'air tight' experience -- also a new sex term •First bukkake with six men enjoyed with two other women •First time 'tribbing' with another woman (another new term) •First time simultaneously eating and being eaten by other women •First night with more than two dozen orgasms -- Wow! After a hot sitz bath, I eventually felt good enough below the waist to go for a long walk. As I walked, I thought about the Club and the blast of sex I'd had. I had all these guilty feelings initially, and I had to trace back and figure out where they were coming from. I realized that I had been inculcated with many of the restrictive beliefs and values by my parents and by the church I'd been raised in. Sex was sort of dirty, and could only be shameless under certain circumstances. I listed the reasons: child conception, marital consummation, and ... it was a short list. Sex for any other reason was vile, shameful, and sinful. I'd surely moved well beyond those things in the past month. I thought, who the hell thought up those restrictive rules that ruined sex for so many people? Garth had helped me break at least part of those arbitrary rules. We had an active sex life in our marriage. I learned sex could be fun and fulfilling in so many ways. My daughters taught me more when they started dating and confessed a few of their open living arrangements with the boyfriend of the day. Before they got married, the activities of both daughters would have rated them as sluts when I'd been their age. Now, I was sure that in one night I had far surpassed anything they might have done. I had earned my 'slut' title, and I loved it. I would wear it with pride. So, I reasoned I could write my own rules for sex without feeling any conflicts. I decided on something like this: 'Consenting adults can do anything they want in the way of sex.' If everyone consents, no one gets hurt. Because everyone is an adult, informed decisions are made. The statement also hints at the idea of negotiating what sex acts or games will be mutually enjoyed. I liked my rule versus all the strictures my parents and the church had created in my early life. This rule made everything I did the past month acceptable. I was a consenting adult, and so were the people I had sex with -- men and women. We all liked what we'd done and wanted to do more of it. Did I want to continue? Hell, yes! Did I want to taper back from what transpired the night before? Well, I wouldn't want to do that every night, but what a lot of fun for all of us. I liked the men and women I'd met, particularly those I'd had sex with. I looked forward to having sex with most of the others, as well as repeat performances with everyone else. I felt appreciated and even loved by them, and I returned those feelings. I looked ahead to the next couple of decades in my life -- my golden years as so many people called them. For most people those years were sexless, non-physical, almost loveless, affectionless, and unchallenging time periods before they died. For me they would be the opposite, and I couldn't thank Megan enough for introducing me to this group of people. I would be having sex, being physical to the utmost, kissing wildly, loving freely and being loved, and feeling bathed in affection every minute. I couldn't wait for tomorrow and what would happen next.