Be Careful What You Wish For

Signe sat at her computer, reading the words on the computer screen. “So, you have piqued my interest…my head will be spinning all night.” Signe smiled, ever so slightly, to herself. Having come out of a rather acrimonious divorce just over a year ago and having not dated anyone yet, she found herself exploring the internet. She had found some sites that catered to people with the same interests as her.
Signe was genuinely surprised to find that if you had a taste for it, you could find a site that fit the bill. Orthodox Jewish? Check; person of color? Check; Over 50? Check. Imagine her pleasure when she found a site for people with a taste for kink and BDSM. For Signe, it was like finding her lost tribe.
Prior to the divorce, in the beginning, Signe and her husband, Vito, had a wonderful and adventurous intimate life. They had met at a Fourth of July pool party and had hit it off immediately. They were both from small families, Signe being an only child as Vito was. They had both grown up in Eugene Oregon but had left to attend college. He was pursuing a degree in law and her, psychology. Their love affair was a whirlwind and when Vito asked Signe to marry him 3 months into the relationship, she went against her analytical nature and said yes without a second thought.
One day, after work at the hospital, Signe came home to tell Vito that they had been invited to a party being thrown by her boss. Signe explained to Vito that it was going to be a small affair and that she really did want to attend. They had been, at this point, married for 5 years and were both starting to feel the strain that comes from both spouses working so much and focusing on their careers, with the marriage coming second. They had always tried to have one night a week together but her job at the hospital, working with couples dealing with chronic illness and his drive to pursue larger accounts, sometimes microwave meals followed by passing out doing work seemed to have become the norm for them.
Vito had promised himself that he would always do what he could to make her happy and decided that he would escort Signe to the party, it was better than disappointing her, which he seemed to have been doing so much already. Vito also had an ulterior motive; He had heard Signe and some of the ladies she worked with discussing the hostess of the party. It was rumored that she and her husband were into the BDSM lifestyle. Vito, of course, was curious. Perhaps it could spice up their marriage.
The night of the party, Vito waited for Signe to finish dressing, she always took a bit more time to get ready but in the past, it had been worth the wait. Signe was a strikingly beautiful woman. She stood 5 feet, 10 inches and was curvy. Her hair was long, dark, curly and always a bit of a mess. “Just been fucked hair” as Vito liked to call it. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, with just a hint of green in them and he soon found himself getting lost in them as they talked that night. Her skin was fair and she had the most amazing lips. Vito had looked at Signe when they first met and she was wearing a sheer lip color and all Vito could think was, “This girl has a mouth made for sucking cock.” He was correct, he was to soon find out. Vito almost lost his mind the first time Signe sucked him off. They were at a club downtown and Signe took him out to the back of the club, into the alley. It was a late autumn evening and Signe pushed him up against the wall, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. She squatted down and blew him right there. Vito managed to cum three times and each time, she sucked down his cum, eagerly and happily. Two days later, Vito was at the Jewelers, picking out the ring he would propose to her with. Vito was smart enough to know that if you have a girl who loves giving head, you don’t let her go.
Signe was beautiful, to be sure, but it wasn’t just the physical appearance, she was also beautiful inside. She had a wicked sense of humor and loved to talk to people. Vito often found himself just watching her as she talked with people. She could engage almost every person she came across in conversation. She was a charmer for sure. Her finishing school education had served her well. Signe would often say, “Class is not based on how much money you have, Class is based on how you treat others who don’t have as much money as yourself.” This was a girl who could be as comfortable in an evening gown as she was in jeans and a tee shirt. This was a girl with class.
Signe came out of the bedroom, breaking into Vito’s visit back to that night. As usual, she had brought her A-game. She wore a black, fitted dress that cut deep down in the back and hugged all her curves. She had chosen a pair of high heels, the sort that she would sometimes wear when they would have sex, just to spice things up. Signe’s hair was down and loose and Vito found himself wanting to grab a handful of it, kiss her and fuck her right there in the middle of their living room. Instead, he found himself walking her out to the car. Sex would have to wait for a bit.
Vito steered the car up the darkened, winding road. Off to the side, there were driveways, but one had to really know where one was going, especially in the dark as there were not many street lights. This was a part of Portland in which people paid handsomely to have their privacy. “Location, Location, Location.” Vito said to himself with a chuckle as he rubbed Signe’s thigh.
Signe smiled at her husband. He was an amazing man and worked very hard to assure that Signe was never in want of anything; at least, not when it came to the material. Signe once overheard Vito telling someone at a barbeque they were hosting that he felt guilty for not being able to spend a lot of time with her and so he liked to make up for it by giving her gifts. That night, Signe told him that it wasn’t the material things she desired. She actually valued and wanted whatever time they had more than anything. Signe had come from a family with money and she had always disliked the way her family treated people with less money than them. They were elitist snobs and Signe loathed being around them. Maybe, Signe thought to herself, this would reignite the passion that had started to wane.
“We’re here.” said Vito, breaking into the thoughts Signe was having. In front of them, there stood two iron gates. Ornate and heavy, they were quite impressive and Signe could not help but marvel at the craftsmanship that must have gone into creating them. Vito rolled down his window and pressed the button on the security box and a voice came across, asking for their names. Vito gave the voice their info and the gates were opened. Vito drove the car through and up the driveway towards the house. When they got to the house, there were valets opening car doors for people and parking their cars for them. Vito took the little piece of paper that the valet gave him and he and Signe walked towards the house.
Vito placed his arm around the small of Signe’s back and rang the doorbell. The door opened and standing in front of them, was a butler in a dark black suit. The butler motioned them inside and asked to take their coats. Signe and Vito handed their coats to the gentleman and were then escorted from the entryway to a large open area where people were already gathered. Vito and Signe looked at each other, both feeding off of the energy the other was giving off. They both knew that they were embarking on a shared adventure together; one that would irrevocably change the course of their marriage as well as their individual lives. Looking back after all those 5 years, Signe was sure she could pinpoint the moment, at that party, that their marriage began to implode.

“Signe! I’m so thrilled to see you!” Signe and Vito turned around to see her boss, Margot, quickly approaching with a man in tow. Signe had seen photos of Margot’s husband on her desk and she was pleasantly surprised to see that he was as attractive in person as he appeared in photos. “Signe,” Margot said as she wrapped her arms around Signe in a warm embrace, “this is my husband, James” Signe extended her hand towards James, “Hello James, it’s a pleasure to meet you. This is my husband, Vito. Vito, this is my boss, Margot and her husband, James.” As James took her hand, Signe could feel his energy as it rolled off in waves. This was no ordinary man, Signe thought to herself. No, this was a man who controlled every situation that he found himself in; a true Alpha male. James took her hand in his and very calmly replied, “Hello Signe, I’ve heard wonderful things from Margot about you. It is a pleasure to meet you.” As he spoke, James looked Signe in the eyes. She could feel her pulse quicken just a little and a slight wetness between her legs. Signe found herself torn between being excited and being embarrassed by her reaction but she didn’t reveal herself. James turned his attention to Vito, asking the usual questions about what Vito did for a living, how long he had been practicing law and who he worked for. Vito, of course found it easy to chat and the two men wandered off to the bar where James had promised to let him sample some of his Whiskey collection. As they walked away, Signe smiled to herself, maybe this couple would become friends. Vito was always so hesitant to make friends because of his job. Perhaps this time would be different.

Signe found her thoughts interrupted by Margot’s hand on her back and her voice in her ear, “Don’t worry Signe, James seems to like your husband. They seem to be getting on quite well.” Signe smiled and nodded, “Yes, they do, don’t they?” Signe found herself being guided by Margot, whose hand was firmly placed on the small of Signe’s back. “What about you, Signe…do you think we might get along, you and me?” Signe looked at Margo and smiled. Margot had the most amazing platinum blonde hair and ice blue eyes and until this moment, Signe had not realized just how beautiful she was. With James’ dark brown hair and green eyes, the couple made an incredible combination. “Yes, Margot, I do. Although, I thought we were getting on quite well at work.” Margot laughed and kissed Signe on the cheek, “Of course we do, I just mean, outside of work. I really am fond of you and I told James that we had to be sure to put you and your lovely husband on our guest list for this party.” There was something in the way that Margot kissed her and spoke to her. It made Signe both nervous and excited and she felt a bit of wetness in her panties. Margot took Signe’s hand, “Come with me” she said with a sly smile and lead Signe towards a room. Margot put her hand on the door knob and opened it.

The room was dark paneled, with hardwood floors and a large stone fireplace. One of the walls was lined with books, some very old and some more recent. Across the room were two large windows that were the height of the room, 7 feet. In between them were two ox blood red wingback chairs separated by a marble top table. To the side of the room, there was a couch that matched the chairs and at the other end, was a fully stocked bar. Margot motioned Signe to the couch as she walked over to the bar, “Signe, please sit down, I will make you a drink, whiskey?” Signe nodded and took a seat on the couch. Her dress slid up as she did so and she could feel the cool sensation of the leather against her skin. Margot returned, handed the drink to Signe and sat down beside her. The sounds coming from the other side of the door were muffled, “So much quieter in here, isn’t it?” said Margot and Signe nodded. “Better for getting to talk and get to know each other, don’t you think?” Signe nodded, “Yes, it’s quite lovely. Margot, when you say, ‘get to know each other’, what do you mean?” Margot laughed and squeezed Signe’s hand, “I guess I have quite the reputation at work, don’t I? “ Signe let out an uneasy sigh and smiled at Margot, “Yes, people like to talk, you know.” Margot tossed her head back, her golden hair whipping back, and let out a laugh, “Yes, I can imagine just what you’ve heard. Perhaps, that I’m into the BDSM lifestyle. That my husband and I like to bring people into our bed and screw them together?” Signe smiled, “Yes, well, if that were the case, it’s not really anyone else’s concern, is it?” Margot cocked her head to the side, “No, you’re right Signe, it’s not.” Signe took a sip of her drink and smiled at Margot. The woman was truly beautiful and truly enticing. For a moment, Signe found herself gazing at Margot’s lips, wanting to kiss them. This surprised Signe as she had never experienced attraction to another woman. Suddenly, as if able to read Signe’s thoughts, Margot leaned in and, placing her hand on Signe’s cheek, kissed her; gently, at first but then, forcing her tongue into Signe’s mouth. Signe found herself responding eagerly and kissed Margot back. As the women kissed, Signe could feel her pussy start to get wet and it made her want to reach down and finger herself, just a little bit. Instead, she found herself running her fingers along Margot’s jaw and kissing her in a way that she normally reserved for Vito. Margot took Signe’s hand and moved it down to between her legs. Breaking the kiss, Margot whispered, “Finger me Signe” Signe found herself obeying. Her fingers slipped easily into Margot’s pussy and she started to move her hips, slowly at first, then faster. The motions served to make Signe’s fingers move deeper in and Margot’s breathing increased. Signe could feel Margot’s pussy start to clench up and she let out a deep guttural scream as she Orgasmed. Signe could feel the orgasmic fluids run down her hand as Margot’s pussy muscles clenched around her hand. When she was done, Margot released a huge sigh, stretched and looked at Signe with a smile, “Your turn.”