Unknown - Spread for pleasure

Marilyn unruffled said, "Marion Swope this is my friend Chris Diamond. Chris, Marion is one of the grand ladies of this fine club."

"Nice to meet you Chris," Marion said sweeping an appraising eye over Chris as she pulled a chair out and sat. "Are you all booked for the evening or would you mind some company?"

Marilyn motioned to a hovering waiter to bring another champagne glass and turning to Marion said, "Unfortunately Chris and I have plans Marion. Some other evening give me a call."

Marion with cool disdain stared at Chris as she sipped champagne and said, "What a shame dear – you will miss a marvelous evening." Rising, she drained her glass and with a wave of thanks moved toward the door.

"She's like a teenager in heat. She's married and has a couple of kids. One of the women members got her interested in sex with the single girls. Now she eats it up – that's literal and no pun intended."

"I've run into this among some of the nurses I work with. They're straight – but…"

The dinner was excellent and Marilyn ordered a second bottle of champagne to accompany it. They were almost finished when Chris felt Marilyn's knee pressing against her thigh. She glanced quickly in the direction Marilyn had nodded her head and saw two tall, athletic appearing men moving toward their table.

"That's the assistant tennis pro and the golf pro – we may have hit the jackpot," Marilyn whispered in a careful aside.

They both continued to pick at the remaining morsels on their plate as a pleasantly accented baritone voice said, "Mizz Short, it's nice to see you this evening."

Marilyn looked up from her plate. "Why Billy Deacon it's a pleasure to see you. Would you and Mr. Welsh join Chris Diamond and me for champagne and dessert?"

Chris was greeted graciously by both men and was struck by their unstudied good looks.

"The fellow with the salt and pepper hair is really good looking. Is his name Welsh?" she pondered silently.

The man she was eying slyly was indeed Fred Welsh the golf pro. Whether he sensed her interest or just fortuitously decided to sit next to her Chris did not know. What she did know was that he was inordinately attractive. She felt her breasts start to swell, her nipples harden and the telltale moistness grow between her legs.

"Jesus, I'm so horny I could do it right here with him," she thought, smiling she hoped enigmatically as she turned to ask, "Did you have a good round of golf today?"

He turned his bronzed face toward her and said in a soft voice, "Two rounds of seventy-three, not too bad for an old man really."

"You're no old man," Chris blurted as she touched his forearm in reassurance.

"You are as kind as you are beautiful," he said smiling warmly and patting her hand. "What kind of work do you do, Miss Diamond?"

"It's Chris and I'm an ICU nursing supervisor," she answered striving mightily to keep her voice steady.

"Ah an angel of mercy – you do look the part."

Chris blushed and looked away. She saw that Marilyn and Billy were almost nuzzling each other as their whispered conversation became animated. Marilyn's face was rosy with excitement and her large delicate hands were moving over the table cloth in a highly suggestive way.

Marilyn suddenly stood up and smoothing her skirt with a brisk gesture said, "Why don't we all drive up to my place. We can talk, dance and guzzle some more champers without disgracing ourselves."

Fred stood and said, "OK Chris and I will follow your red bomb Marilyn – is that alright with you Chris?"

"Absolutely," Chris said her excitement mounting by the second.

Fred, ail six feet two of him, strode out of the dining room with Chris running to keep up. He led her through the pro shop into a small parking lot where his BMW was parked.

"We have to hurry because the way Marilyn drives we can lose her in a jiffy," he said laughingly as he assisted Chris into the plush leather passenger's seat.

The drive to Marilyn's home in the hills of Calabasas seemed to take forever. Chris tried not to be too obvious in her taking of physical inventory of her companion. He was tall, and had a ruggedly handsome face that was sun bronzed. His salt and pepper hair was cut short. Her eyes drifted from his narrow waist down to his crotch where she saw a definite bulge that started the whole cycle of her arousal again.

It was dark as they pulled into the long sweeping driveway of Marilyn's opulent home.

"My goodness this is a lovely home," Chris breathed as she slid out of the car.

"Yep. You can't be poor and belong to that club of ours I'll tell you," Fred laughed as he pulled Chris close and held her arm tightly as they walked to the house.

By the time they had reached the door Marilyn had turned on the outside lights. The broad sweep of lawn and the pool and tennis court were all brilliantly lit. Chris gasped in amazement.

Marilyn greeted them at the door smiling. "I'll get the champagne and something to eat then Billy and I are going swimming – you two want to join us?"

Chris started to protest that she had no suit but Marilyn anticipated her, "I can provide you both with swimming togs so don't go shy on me."

Chris followed Marilyn into the kitchen and helped her set up a plate of pate and caviar.

"I'll show you where your room is," Marilyn said, "as soon as we get this food and drink out for the guys."

"OK and thanks for being such a pal."

"Don't thank me until the evening is over, doll."

The two women served the food and poured the champagne. Marilyn pointed out the lanais that lined one side of the pool and informed both men that they could change into trunks they would find in the lockers near the pool pump room.

"They're all clean," she said leading Chris from the room.

As they climbed the stairs Marilyn suddenly became serious. "Chris, I don't want to disillusion you. You don't know anything about me so come on into my rooms and we'll talk while we change."

Marilyn's bedroom consisted of three large rooms plus a spacious bathroom. She led Chris into the bedroom where a large brass bed occupied almost all of one room. "We'll change in here," she said walking into a large closet and tossing out several swim suits.

As Chris undressed Marilyn, already naked, sat on the bed and spoke:

"I've been married four times. I have no kids and never wanted any. I live for sex. It was sex that got me four rich men and it was sex that lost all of them for me."

"The reason I'm telling you this is that I know I will be screwed by Billy tonight and it will get very noisy. I'm into bondage and am turned on to the point of wild distraction by young men. So if you find my antics abhorrent I want to apologize before hand."

"On the other hand if you feel this might be a way of life you can enjoy let me know in the morning. I can get you a good job at a Valley hospital. Then you and I can share this plush palace that the court's awarded me after my third husband decided he'd had enough."

"Thanks Marilyn. I may very well take you up on the offer," Chris said fastening the tiny bikini bra. "That pink suit fits you very well. Your nipples are almost as big as poor Fred's cock seemed to be as he escorted you in a while ago."

"Well if he's as excited as I am it's small wonder," Chris giggled.

Chris and Marilyn walked out to the pool together. The men had moved the tray of edibles and the wine bucket to the patio and were sitting comfortably in pool side chaises when the girls appeared. Both made mock bows as thanks for the whistles they received.

Marilyn walked over to the champagne bucket while Chris decided she would rather be swimming. She dived gracefully into the water and moved across the surface with strong even strokes. After the third lap she found Fred swimming beside her.