I peered out the kitchen window, watching Paul finish cutting the lawn, which he does faithfully every Saturday morning. It was three days since I'd met the man I hoped would become my lover. Jerry had promised to call me to set up our second date, but he was going to break that promise. I'm somewhat disappointed because, after the incredible sex we'd shared on Wednesday night, I honestly expected him to call. I've received over a dozen new inquiries on the Swingers website but decided not to reply since I expected Jerry to contact me again. I was beginning to think that perhaps I should move on.

Paul finished cleaning up the mower and walked into the kitchen from the garage. His tee shirt was wet with perspiration, and he looked overheated.

"Can I get you a cold drink?" I asked.

He wiped his brow with a paper towel and replied, "That would be great."

I filled a large tumbler with ice and poured freshly brewed tea nearly to the top. Paul sat at the kitchen table, and I handed his drink to him. Living with the same man for all these years, I knew he would gulp the entire tumbler to quench his thirst, so I stood by his side, holding the pitcher of tea until he set the empty glass down. "Thanks, Hun," Paul said as I refilled his drink.

"It must be pretty hot out there," I mentioned as I sat across the table from him.

He replied, "Smokin', I could have started earlier, but the grass is still wet, and it clogs up the mower."

Paul took another large gulp of his tea and then asked, "Have you heard from what's his name?"

I couldn't recall if I told Paul his name, so I answered, "His name is Jerry, and no, I haven't heard from him even though he said he'd be in touch."

Paul seemed to want to pry as he asked, "Have you snuck out during the day to fuck any other men?"

His question angered me, so I sternly replied, "No, Paul, but I could have."

He smiled at me and asked, "You've gotten more offers for a quick suck and fuck?"

As Paul continued, I grew even madder. "I've received several inquiries since Wednesday, and no, I haven't replied to any of them."

"Let me guess, you're waiting for Jerry to contact you again," Paul remarked, his tone somewhat sarcastic.

"Perhaps, but I'm considering other options," I answered.

Paul laughed, then said, "Other options? What other options besides meeting strange men for casual sex are there?"

I got up from the table and poured myself a glass of tea, then sat down beside him. He clearly had a one-track mind on how the swinger lifestyle works. In his narrow-minded conception, a man would contact a woman trying to elicit casual sex, and if the woman agreed, a meeting was arranged so they could fuck. I decided to fill him in on some of the other possibilities.

"One possible option would be to attend a meet and greet where like-minded individuals gather at a local pub or a hotel ballroom to mingle and get to know many people," I explained.

Paul wanted to demean my choice to join the swinger's community as often as possible and replied, "So it's like an organized meat market; pick your favorite cut and get a room to fuck."

"Why do you always speak so nasty about all this?" I questioned.

He laughed and answered, "Cause, in my mind, it's not only nasty but also very wrong."

"Well, I'm sure you'll think this possibility is very nasty. I could attend a private party where a swinging couple opens their home to guests. There are usually more men than women at these parties. At first, everyone drinks, dances, and gets to know each other, but as the night progresses, people pair up and head off to a bedroom." I said.

He grinned and said, "Sounds like an invitation-only meet and greet."

"Yes, but at these parties, once a couple finishes, the man leaves, and the woman remains in the bedroom. The first man sends in the next one interested in being with that woman, so basically, she gets to enjoy as many cocks as she wants." I explained.

I had to assume the mental image of me on a bed waiting for a series of men to walk in with one, and only one thing on his mind excited Paul a little because he answered. "That's perfect for you, Dianna, one strange cock after another filling every and any hole they want."

I smiled at him and answered, "I have to admit that's something I'm planning on trying soon."

"Anything else?" Paul asked, seemingly amazed at the nearly endless variety of ways that I could pleasure myself.

I saved the best for last and said, "You know how much I love sucking rock-hard cock."

"You've made that abundantly clear lately," Paul responded.

I continued, "Well, I was in a chat room the other day, and the conversation was about glory holes. If you're interested in anonymous oral sex, a glory hole is perfect for you."

"Where do you find these glory holes," Paul asked.

I smiled at him and answered, "Porn shops mostly, they have video booths to watch porn movies, and someone drills three or four-inch holes in the sidewalls between the booths.

Anyone who wants to suck cock with no interaction except the actual hard cock goes inside, then men who want their cock sucked line up and, one after another, stick their erection through the glory hole. Some of the people in the chat room admitted to sucking off a couple of dozen men in one extra-long glory hole session."

Paul laughed and said, "I suppose you plan on finding a glory hole?"

I just grinned and replied, "As soon as possible."

"You know, Dianna, if someone had asked me a month ago if I thought my wife would go into a porn shop so she could suck off any cock that appeared through one of these holes, I would have told them they were crazy," Paul commented.

I giggled and answered, "I may be crazy, but the idea excites me."

Paul finished his drink and stood up; as he walked to the counter, he said, "All this talk of having multiple men fucking every hole you can offer and taking a couple of dozen cum loads in your mouth through a glory hole has me all horny. I don't suppose you'd be willing to give your hubby a quick blow job, would you?"

He wasn't the only one who got turned on by the conversation, and I suggested, "If he takes a shower and asks me nicely, I'd be happy to swallow his load."

Paul bolted for the stairs, and shortly after that, I heard the shower running. I haven't enjoyed a cock since I was with Jerry; to be honest, even though Paul wouldn't come close to satisfying me, I could at least savor the taste of his creamy thick cum load.

I gave him enough time to wash the sweat coating off his body, then slowly headed upstairs. He was sitting in bed, his back against the headboard, a towel wrapped around his waist, when I stepped through the doorway.

Since Jerry had convinced me to be open about my body and what I saw as its flaws, I decided to do something that would heighten Paul's anticipation of what was about to happen. I slowly pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it aside; reaching between my tits, I undid the clasp of my bra and let the cups fall from my body, giving him a view of my pink nipples and slightly darker areola. It was a view of my naked chest he'd only enjoyed a couple of times before.

"You've got such cute titties," Paul said while he stared at my breasts.

Encouraged by his compliment, I smiled and slid my hands to the clasp that held my shorts tightly around my waist. Paul's smile and eyes widened as I undid the clasp and wiggled my hips out of my shorts, letting them fall to the carpet around my feet.

As I slowly walked toward the foot of the bed, I was amazed by how he looked at me. Even though we've been married for years, the look of total lust on his face was something I don't ever recall seeing before.

I stopped with my knees touching the edge of our mattress. Paul, still wide-eyed, said, Dianna, I can't remember seeing you this naked."

"Does my body turn you on?" I asked, hoping for an answer that would make me smile.

Paul smiled and said, "What do you think?" He hooked a finger inside the towel and flipped it off his body.

His cock was erect, standing proudly from his loins. I smiled and said, "I guess that answers my question."

As he used a finger and his thumb to wave his hard cock at me, he said, "I'd love to have you crawl up here and give me a slow, comfortable blow job."

I bent at the waist and slipped my panties down my legs; after stepping out of the plain white cotton garment, I straightened up and let him stare at my neatly trimmed pubic mound.

"Oh my god, Dianna," Paul said in reaction to seeing me completely naked and in broad daylight.

As I crawled toward him, I asked, "After I've swallowed every drop of your creamy thick cum load, would you like to have me sit on your face so you and eat this sweet-tasting pussy?"

"Geez, Dianna, what's gotten into you?" Paul asked.

As I reached to pull the towel entirely off his legs, I said, "I've been awakened to my sensuality."

His eyes stayed focused on mine as I dipped my head and slowly licked around his balls, using my flattened tongue to moisten them. Then, I used the tip to trace along the urethra until I reached his frenulum, flicking at that most sensitive spot repeatedly. Paul's throaty moan was signaling I pleased him immensely.

"That feels so fuckin' good," Paul said as I continued my snake-like flicking at his frenulum.

I've sucked my husband off countless times since our wedding day, always with the intent of making him climax and coat my mouth with his thick creamy sauce, but this blowjob was different. I intended to tease him, kissing, licking, and gently sucking every part of his tiny prick.

I extended my tongue, slowly ran it around the circumference of his corona, and was rewarded with a tiny drop of pre-cum that oozed from the opening of his urethra. I quickly flicked the tip of my tongue at it, tasting his juice.

"Damn, Dianna, I love how you're teasing my cock," Paul said as I continued kissing and licking his cock.

Every time my tongue touched it, his cock twitched almost involuntarily. I looked at him and said, "If you want me to take it in my mouth, you'll have to ask nicely."

He instantly replied, "Please, for the love of God, put your mouth on it."

I thought about making him beg me to surround his tiny cock with my moist warm mouth but decided instead to wait and have him plead for me to make him cum. I lowered my head, pursed my lips, kissing the very tip before opening my mouth, and let his cock head slip between my soft, moist lips. In a moment, my lips pressed against his pubic mound, and I extended my tongue over my lip to gently caress his scrotum.

Paul moaned softly as I began sucking his cock head and reached out, placing one hand on the back of my head.

Normally, at this point, I would begin to concentrate on bringing him to orgasm, but with my newfound sensuality, I wanted to show him that oral sex is something besides just having him fill my mouth with his thick, creamy sperm.

I lifted my mouth off his tiny cock and let a string of saliva stretch from my tongue to the tip of his cock. Paul sensed my change of technique and removed his hand from my head. As I moved my open mouth toward him, I slurped the string back inside, then again pressed my lips against his curly patch of pubic hair.

"Fuck yeah!" Paul exclaimed as my tongue swirled around his cock head.

Even though his cock had no chance of reaching the back of my mouth, the change in how I sucked him caused my saliva glands to go into overdrive, filling my mouth with spit. I bobbed up and down on his rock-hard cock for several moments, my lips held tightly together, then letting his throbbing cock slip from my mouth. I looked up at him, grinned, then spat at his cock, covering it entirely with my saliva. For the first time in recent memory, I enjoyed giving my husband head.

As I licked and sucked his pulsing cock, I occasionally looked up into his eyes, not only to confirm that he was enjoying my blowjob but also for the clear signs that my oral talent was bringing him closer to orgasm. I used my lips to caress his frenulum softly, then licked his smooth corona before surrounding his cock head with the warm moist flesh inside my mouth, sucking gently but drawing my cheeks in to pleasure him.

At one point, when I glanced up at him, Paul smiled and said, "You've never sucked me like this before."

"You like my new-found sensuality?" I asked.

As I took him back in my mouth, Paul moaned and replied, "I love it."

I love my husband deeply, and knowing that after all the years of our marriage, I could still please him made me feel very sexy. I also knew that by pleasuring him this way, he would continue to show support for my ongoing plans to satisfy my fantasies of pleasing myself with another man's big hard cock.

I again let his tiny rock-hard cock slip from my mouth; with my lips touching the underside, I asked, "Are you ready to cum?"

"Yes!" Paul exclaimed.

I kissed his cock head and opened my mouth so I could hold him inside as he came.

"But today, I want to watch as my cock shoots its load," Paul said before I could engulf his throbbing cock in my mouth.

Before this, when my husband's cock erupted, it was always held between my lips, his balls pumping my mouth full of rich, thick semen. I supposed that I wasn't the only one with sexual fantasies. I began licking his frenulum with the tip of my tongue while I used my index finger and thumb to stroke the length of his short cock shaft.

"Do you want to give me a cum facial?" I asked.

His eyes fixed on my face, and his lustful stare should have provided the answer to my obvious question, but Paul answered, "Yes, I want to paint your sexy face with my load."

I licked at his cock head a little faster, and my fingers stroked his shaft with an ever-increasing pace. I wanted to feel his hot load paste my face; I wanted to taste his sweet cum as it dribbled onto my tongue. I wanted to become, at least for the moment, his cum slut.

Unknowingly, in his own way, Paul had turned the tables on me. I would be begging him to cum, pleading for him to coat my face and paste my eyes shut with his impressive load of creamy, thick searing hot cum.

"Please cum for me, Paul. Make me your cock sucking cum slut," I begged.

I continued stroking his shaft with my fingertips, flicking the tip of my tongue against his frenulum until his eyes widened, signaling that his balls were about to explode.

"I'm begging you, Paul, shoot that awesome cum load all over my face," I pleaded.

"Arrgh," he screeched as a stream of pre-cum shot from his cock. It splashed down over his cock head and my fingers.

"FUCK!" he bellowed as the full force of his orgasm slammed into him. A thick wad of white-hot cum shot out and coated one side of my nose, followed almost instantaneously by the tsunami of cum that normally filled my mouth completely.

By the time his balls were empty, I was covered with his sticky seed. My nose, cheeks, and lips glistened with cum as well as my fingers and his pubic mound. I began the arduous task of licking and slurping his impressive cum load into my mouth as his tiny prick shrank to almost nothing. His cum tasted incredible, and I swallowed the thick wads I'd recovered.

I was reminded of what it felt like on Wednesday night when Jerry had exploded deep in my throat, sending his cum shot directly into my stomach.

I finished cleaning his loins and expected that Paul would slide down and let me crawl up over him to sit on his face as I'd suggested earlier, but to my disappointment, when I rose from his crotch, I found my husband fast asleep. True to form, Paul had blown his load and drifted off into a satisfied nab.

I slipped to his side, laid down, and fingered myself through several orgasms.

I imagined myself visiting a porn shop and satisfying every rock-hard cock offered through a glory hole, a fantasy that I would experience as soon as possible.

While he slept, I sat down at my computer and replied to several inquiries I'd received on the website; figuring that Jerry wouldn't be getting in touch for another meeting, I decided to move on. About two hours later, Paul entered the room, "Sorry about that, Dianna," he said.

"No big deal, as usual, I satisfied myself," I replied sarcastically.

He walked to where I was sitting, placed his hands on my shoulders, and said, "That was the most incredible blowjob you've ever given me. Do you want to return and pick up where we left off?"

"What's the point? I'd rather find satisfaction elsewhere," I answered.

His hands slid off my shoulders, and as he walked away, he said, "Perhaps that's for the best."

That comment led me to believe that he'd accepted defeat and that no matter what he did, I would continue to seek gratification for my sexual desires outside our home. I had sent a reply to a member whose name was Your Pleasure; the only photo in his profile was a face shot. He wasn't extraordinarily handsome, but something about his eyes intrigued me; dark and mystical, I could imagine those eyes staring at me as his cock pummeled my wet cunt.

Your Pleasure was apparently online when I replied because I received a reply which brought a smile to my lips.

He wrote, "Lady Di, I'm so glad you got back to me. I was hoping to see a photo attached, but I know that discretion is sometimes best. I'll tell you more about myself and how I came to join Swingers Unlimited. I have been married, somewhat unhappily, for fourteen years. My wife is somewhat of a prude and only enjoys sexual intercourse in the missionary position. The idea of oral or anal sex disgusts her.

"Without her knowledge, I decided a few months ago to find a more open-minded lady who wants and provides the satisfaction missing in my life. Because I'm doing this without her knowledge, discretion is, of course, utmost in my thoughts. I have discovered that many ladies on this site shy away from becoming involved with men who are married where the spouse isn't like-minded, so I haven't met with very many members.

"I would understand completely if you also wouldn't want this kind of arrangement. I've attached a more intimate photo of myself in hopes that it may pique your interest. I truly hope you'll contact me to discuss a possible meeting. Thanks, Your Pleasure."

I clicked on the icon of his photo as I thought about having an illicit affair with a married man. The picture was a selfie he'd taken with his phone of his reflection in a mirror. Your Pleasure appeared to be middle-aged and, for lack of a better term, somewhat paunchy. The phone covered his face, but this more intimate image clearly showed his erect cock, which of course, was what I was most interested in. I estimated it to be seven or eight inches in length, circumcised with a bulbous mushroom-shaped head. A cock that certainly would tickly my throat and reach the depths of my loins. After creating a subfolder titled YP and saving both photos, I clicked on reply.

I wrote, "Your Pleasure, thank you for replying to me. I do apologize for not having a photo of myself to share. Like you, I am also married and joined SU for the same reason; my husband cannot satisfy my desires completely, so I understand and agree with your reasoning for joining the site. I agree that discretion is of utmost importance. With that in mind, could you meet with me tomorrow afternoon to talk and see if I'm someone you'd enjoy spending time with?

"Unlike your wife, I especially enjoy giving and receiving oral stimulation, and I'm open to the idea of anal sex even though I'm not well experienced. I enjoyed your intimate photo and look forward to having someone take some of me with my phone so that I can share it with other members. If you're still interested, I would be available after one o'clock to meet you. Yours, Lady Di."

I clicked 'send' and sat back in my chair, wondering if he was still online.

A short while later, my new mail icon popped up, and of course, I instantly clicked on my inbox, which contained his reply.

Your Pleasure wrote, "Lady Di, I'm so excited about meeting you tomorrow afternoon. Honestly, I expected you might want to exchange messages here a few times before we met, but a face-to-face meeting is so much better. If you want, I'd happily photograph you with your phone. Since I'm fairly well known in the community, a meeting in a public place could be a problem for discretion, so I suggest getting us a room. Do you know the Frontier Motel on Route 12? I can be there about twelve-thirty, pay for the room, and text you with the room number. I hope this is okay with you. Thanks, Stephen."

Paul has a standing tee time to play golf with three of his buddies every Sunday afternoon, so I knew that Stephen and I would have all afternoon to get to know each other. I shouldn't assume that meeting him for the first time in a motel room would lead to sex, even though I hoped it would. It has been four days since I met Jerry; to be honest, I was craving a big hard cock inside me again.

I clicked on reply and typed, "Stephen, I have no problem with meeting privately tomorrow. I know the Frontier, and I'll wear something extra sexy so you can take some photos for me. I'm already feeling very excited about seeing you. Thanks, Dianna." I clicked send but instantly realized I hadn't given him my cell number and sent a second message with my number.

I opened his intimate photo again, sat back in my chair, and studied the image. Even though the reflected image wasn't all that clear, I could tell that his bulbous mushroom-shaped cock head would feel wonderful sliding over my lips, tongue, and into my moist throat. Since he'd admitted that his wife finds oral sex distasteful, I knew that tomorrow afternoon, I'd be pleasuring him with my mouth, and to be honest, I was looking forward to having his full cock head pierce my sphincter and sink deep inside my asshole. I smiled, thinking that perhaps Stephen would become the man who could satisfy my desires often.

Paul was sitting in the family room, reading the newspaper, when I finally went downstairs. I poured myself an iced tea and joined him but didn't speak.

"I'm sorry about earlier," He finally said.

I glanced at him, half-smiled, and replied, "It's no big deal. I'm accustomed to providing for myself."

"I was kinda tired after mowing the lawn, and after the way you got me off, I just relaxed and dozed off," He said, trying to make an excuse for not returning the favor.

I laughed and replied, "That's funny because you sure as hell didn't look relaxed while you painted my face with cum."

He turned toward me and said, "If you'd like, we can go to bed early and..”

"That's not gonna happen, Paul. You had your chance to taste my sweet pussy and blew it," I interrupted.

I guess my comment pissed him off some because he said, "I suppose that sometime next week, you'll be finding a glory hole and sucking off any cock that comes along."

"That is a distinct possibility," I instantly shot back.

His anger grew as he replied, "You're turning into quite a little cum slut, Dianna."

I just smiled at him, which pissed him off even more.

"I'm going to bed," he said as he got up and left me alone in the family room.

I turned on the television, but my mind was focused on my Sunday afternoon tryst with Stephen. I had promised to wear something sexy so he could take pictures. The problem is that I don't have any sexy lingerie. In my mind, white cotton panties and bras don't qualify as sexy lingerie.

Unlike my first encounter with Jerry when we met in a public place tomorrow, I'd have the opportunity to appear more sensual, giving Stephen something to lock in his memory for hopefully a very long time. Next week, I'd have to shop for more enticing lingerie, but for tomorrow, I decided to go naked under my outfit, hoping that the wow factor would impress him. Since I was expecting that if we did have sex, it would include anal, so I made a mental note to stop at the drugstore and purchase some anal lube.

Paul was still awake when I entered our bedroom, apparently finishing the newspaper instead of going to sleep.

He glanced up from his paper and said, "I got a call from Steve. Something has come up, and he can't make our tee time tomorrow."

It couldn't be; I instantly thought the Stephen I was planning on fucking tomorrow couldn't be the Steve that plays golf every Sunday with my husband.

"That's a shame, Paul," I replied.

"It must be something special. Steve hasn't missed a round all summer," Paul said.

I resisted smiling as I thought something special was me.

I changed into my best don't touch me PJs and crawled into bed facing away and as far from him as possible.

I'd have to talk with Stephen about his golf buddies tomorrow without letting him know that one of his foursome is my husband. I drifted off to sleep, wondering if the fact that he might know Paul would hamper our plans, and decided to bring up the subject after we fucked.

I woke up on Sunday morning alone; a stream of bright sunlight streaked across the room, signaling that the weather wouldn't change Paul's plans. I slipped on my bathrobe and descended the stairs, finding Paul dressed and fiddling with his golf clubs in the kitchen.

As I poured myself a glass of orange juice, he said, "I'm gonna leave early so I can spend some time on the practice green before we tee off and try to find a fourth to take Steve's place. What are your plans for today?"

I leaned against the counter and replied, "I'll probably just pitter around the house, do some laundry, and spend some time at my computer."

Lying to him about my extra-marital activities wasn't something I was planning on when I started. Still, until I knew for sure that Stephen was Paul's golfing buddy, I didn't want him to know I was planning on meeting another man today.

Twenty minutes later, Paul got up and said, "I'm gonna head out." He tried to kiss me on the mouth, but I turned my head, causing his lips to land on my cheek.

"I guess I'll see you around six?" I asked, knowing that if true to form, he and his buddies would stop for a couple of beers after golfing.

"Yes, if I can find a fourth to take Steve's place," Paul answered as he headed for the garage.

I waited until I was sure he'd backed out of the driveway and headed for the golf course. It was nine-thirty when I headed for the bathroom to shower and begin preparations for my rendezvous with Stephen.

Since I had decided to forgo panties and a bra, I went to my closet and picked out a dark blue pleated skirt that wasn't overly short, knowing that I would be able to entice Stephen by hiking the skirt up to reveal my naked loins. I complimented the dark color of my skirt with a white cotton blouse that buttoned up the front. Before arriving at the motel, I could choose how many buttons I'd undo.

I showered and shampooed my hair. Then, I slipped my bathrobe back on and sat at my make-up table to do my hair. After blow-drying and curling my shoulder-length auburn locks, I brushed them into a wavy, sultry look. A spritz of hair spray ensured that my hot look would hold at least until Stephen and I hopefully got into the heated part of our meeting. I applied a lavender shade of eyeshadow, which highlights my green eyes quite nicely, and to enhance my eyes further, I used a dark shade of mascara to lengthen my lashes.

Since I was confident he would take pictures of me later, I applied foundation and a subtle shade of blush to hide my imperfections. I finished with a slightly lighter lavender lipstick and sealed it with a shiny coat of clear gloss. Studying my reflection in the mirror, I was satisfied that this look would entice him and provide me with excellent photos to use on Swinger's Unlimited.

I slipped on my highest black heels and walked to the full-length mirror mounted on the bathroom door to survey how I would look after taking off my skirt and blouse. As my bathrobe slid off my shoulders, I was pleasantly surprised, and my appearance was that of a sultry middle-aged woman who knows what she wants and how to get it from the man she's seducing.

Gone were the concerns of my somewhat droopy breasts and the slightest of belly; instead, I concentrated on how my high heels accentuated my shapely legs and the sensuous appearance of my hair and face. I pirouetted on my heels, looked over my shoulder from behind my legs, and ass almost screamed ass fuck me bringing a broad smile to my lips. My second lover was in for a real treat. I now had the confidence to act on my desires and couldn't wait to see his reaction once we were alone in the room.

The white cotton blouse didn't reveal the shape of my braless chest except for the tiny twin points where my nipples touched the fabric, but I was confident that as my sexual arousal increased, those tiny points would become more noticeable. Since I was planning on stopping at the pharmacy, I buttoned the blouse all the way up. Stepping into the dark blue pleated skirt, I carefully tucked my blouse in, smoothing the fabric over my hips, then pulled the zipper up in back, snugging the skirt around my waist.

Surveying my appearance in the mirror, I liked the way my nipples poked at the cotton fabric of my blouse and the way the pleated skirt enhanced my legs as I stepped toward the mirror. I turned around and began bending over at the waist; it wasn't until my hands were nearly at my ankles that the skirt rose enough to reveal my labia's naked lips.

I smiled, knowing that unless he were brain-dead, Stephen wouldn't be able to resist my planned seduction. I placed what make-up I thought I might need and my cell phone in my purse, then headed downstairs. It was almost eleven forty-five, so I grabbed my keys and headed for the garage. The drive to the Frontier Motel would take at least half an hour, and I still needed to quickly stop at the pharmacy.

It's amazing how many sexual necessities are offered at one of the big chain store pharmacies. I spent some time looking at their supply of over-the-counter erectile dysfunction supplements, an almost endless offering of condoms in every color and texture, and finally, the myriad of massage oils and anal lubes, some claiming to heighten the users' sensations and many offering tasty flavors. I choose a small bottle of strawberry-scented anal lube. So, it would be evident that I was buying just the lube. I picked up some other items before heading to the cashier's location.

As I walked toward my minivan, my text message alert sounded as planned. Stephen was sending the room number. "I'm in room twenty-five; I can't wait to meet you!"

Twenty minutes later, I turned into the parking lot of the Frontier Motel. Those butterflies of anticipation had again crept into my stomach, something I figured would happen every time I met a new lover. The parking lot was fairly empty, with only a couple of cars parked in front of rooms, and I quickly found room twenty-five. I sat there for a moment, thinking about the man waiting inside. Would he find me attractive? Would he be sexually attracted to me? Would my plan to seduce him on our first date shock or please him? I undid the top three buttons of my blouse, slipped the bottle of strawberry-flavored anal lube into my purse, and slid out of the seat. I was about to find out the answers to those questions and perhaps a few more.