As we took our seats I scanned the club for any potential fun. Yes I know, I'm married and married women can't have "fun"... Well, that doesn't really... work for me. This is where the bad side comes out to play. I am a wife and mother, I go to church, I do PTA, I do company dinners for the hubby. I am a good girl with a very naughty bad side. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband and I love making love to my husband. However, we only make love occasionally and the rest of the time I have to take. Slipping my feet into a pair of Mother's everyday pumps, I went about my housework, and wondered what to do. If I passed a reflection from a mirror or the glass door that showed me from the waist down, I was quite pleased and constantly reveled in the silkiness, the tug of the garter and stockings, the feel of stepping on a toe and coming down on an elevated heel. I looked good and felt good - on the lower half of my body. I avoided looking at the top reflection.When Mother came home for. "Mmmmm... feels so good."Laura slid down further in the chair, parting her thighs slightly and perching her ass on the edge of the cushion in a way she knew was provocative."Please don't stop," she whispered.Now Barbara's skilled fingers started inching slowly up her thighs, toward the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up. The first touch of Barbara's lips against the bare skin inside her thigh just above her knee actually made Laura's heart flutter briefly."Oh!" she moaned softly.Barbara said. I caught myself absently stroking myself through my sweat pants, wishing I could join the two.I got to see more of Zander's mom's figure when she propped herself up on an elbow and let a hand tangle its fingers in her son's hair. She was pleasantly plump, shapely in all the right places, and the way her pendulous breasts hung was marvelous. I licked my lips and swallowed, jealousy and lust burning in my chest.Zander's mom gyrated against her son's mouth. Pleasure knitted her brow, and she bared.