A young married man is being seduced by a group of elderly women. He finds himself addicted to his daily meetings and explores desires he didn't know he had.
I ran on the treadmill, breathing hard and getting into the tenth mile. Mira was on the treadmill beside me. She surprised me again as she kept the same pace as I did - and even seemed to breathe more freely.
My time was now spent chiefly at work with Mira and her friends. I was either training with Mira or pleasuring one or several of her friends.
My relationship with my wife improved during my time in Mira's employ. I earned more money, I had more free time and the sexual tension my wife and I had due to her low sexual need was nonexistent.
It has been four months since Mira and I met, and I loved my life. I met Mira's pension club members almost daily - and they loved me back.
When we finished the run, we kept walking on the treadmill, recovering from another training. Mira's body ignited my passion. She was fit and trim, her belly as flat as a teenager cheerleader's, her breasts firm. Her crop top and tights revealed enough of her sexy form for me to get aroused.
"Remember we have a special event tomorrow," she said, "the club is coming together for a party to celebrate our latest business success." The Pension Club was not just a club of elderly women who gossiped and had fun with me from time to time. They were businesswomen who combined their wealth and talents to conduct successful business worldwide. Between all of them, they accrued wealth that amounted to more than ten billion dollars. I knew that because I helped Mira with the ledgers when I wasn't busy pleasuring her.
Valentina, Mira's maid, entered the gym. She smiled at me as she left a note in Mira's hand. Valentina and I both knew each other intimately as well. Valentina and I usually had a sensual lunch on days when I had no club members to entertain, and Mira was busy.
We left the gym sweaty and exhausted from the exercise and went straight to the massage room. Mira pressed the button that called the massagists. Before we lay on the two massage beds, we removed our clothes and lay naked. There was relaxing music in the background while we waited for the massagists to come.
"I want you to rest today," Mira said, "the party tomorrow will require you to be at your best. A lot of distinguished members of the club are going to be there." The massagists entered the room and covered our buttocks with towels. Mine was a short, plump woman and a superb massagist. She started working on my shoulders, easing my tension, and slowly down my back. It felt as if all the stress moved down with her motions. I always imagined it flowing down my body to leave it through my bottom holes.
I imagined the other one touching Mira's hot body and could feel my erection starting. It didn't help that the Massagist was teasing me, sliding almost-accidental touches near my sensitive areas.
"I said it is his rest day, dear," said Mira, and we all giggled. If Mira didn't forbid it now and even joked about the matter, the massagist and I could meet on a different day.
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Mira picked me up on the day of the party, and we drove to a new place. It was a mansion by a lake. There was a big yard at the front of the house, and I could see the lake around the back. We didn't linger enough outside for me to examine the place.
