"Are you hungry yet?" I ask Erin. We have just poured the last of our first bottle of champagne into two cheap plastic flutes and are basking in the glow from one of the most sensuous experiences of our lives.
With our husband's support, Erin and I are enjoying the first of two nights in a cottage on Martha's Vineyard. We had been immediately attracted to each other on Saturday night, just before our incredible shared bondage experience in a room at the Densmere Hotel.
My husband Max and I had been matched up with Erin and Craig by a computer program that belongs to an organization we joined several months ago; one that links consenting adults who have unfulfilled sexual desires.
For nearly two hours, Erin and I were constrained and fucked in a variety of ways, mostly by each other's husband; Max doing the honors for Erin and Craig devoting his attention to me. Only for the finale, when butt plugs were employed for the first time in our lives, were we fucked senseless by our own husbands. Neither of us could obtain an accurate count of the orgasms we achieved.
I realized I was physically attracted to Erin within a few minutes of meeting her in the hotel bar before our husbands summoned us up to the room. It was the first time in my life I had been sexually attracted to another woman.
Later, after our bondage session reached its sensational conclusion, the four of us returned to the hotel bar for late night pub food. At some point, Erin managed to slip a note into my purse telling me to call her. I didn't discover the note until the next morning.
The fact that she used a note, rather than just telling me what was on her mind, told me that our conversation needed to be private.
Circumstances ultimately dictated that I had to wait until Monday morning to call. I was highly agitated for the remainder of the weekend, uncertain about what might be on Erin's mind. Fortunately, Max helped me relieve the stress in some very satisfactory ways.
I called her on Monday morning and we ended up in the food court of our local mall where Erin admitted to being sexually attracted to me as well. And, like me, it was a first for her.
After confessing our mutual attraction to Max and Craig, and the desire to act on that attraction, they both enthusiastically encouraged us to explore this new and unexpected facet of our sexuality. At Max's suggestion, we decided to go somewhere private for a couple of days and chose Martha's Vineyard for our getaway, arriving late this morning.
After a late lunch in Edgartown, and some shopping for life's essentials, we arrived at the cabin to unpack our belongings and then take a long walk on the beach, holding hands the entire time. When we returned, we opened a bottle of champagne and snuggled close together under a comforter on the porch swing to watch the sunset. A few minutes later we shared our first passionate kiss. Before long, we left the porch in favor of the fireplace inside and were soon making out like teenagers.
That led to a shower where we spent a long time exploring each other's body, using soap suds as an excuse, until Erin suggested that we shave each other's legs. Both of us found that to be unexpectedly sensual. A few minutes later, Erin gave me one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced by skillfully fingering my pussy and clit. Soon after, I returned the favor just before the hot water ran out.
Laughing with glee at the sudden change in temperature, we dried each other off, donned the luxurious bathrobes supplied with the cottage, and returned to the fire with towels wrapped around our heads.
"I'm not very hungry," she replies, "but I'm a bit tipsy so we ought to eat a little something. How about the Ramen noodles?"
"As I recall," I counter with a grin, "you were quite dismissive of the noodles when I tossed them in our shopping cart."
"I'll change my mind if you'll to do the cooking," she answers with a grin of her own.
"I can manage that. I'm off to start the water boiling." Boiling water is pretty near the top of my list of culinary skills. Max and I order in or eat out a lot.
"Open some wine too," she orders. "White will do just fine."
"Yes, Your Majesty," I respond and Erin gets an attack of the giggles. "But if you get drunk, I'll have my way with you later on."
"Oh, no, Haley! Not that!" she answers and then her giggles turn into all-out laughter. I briefly join in but then quickly fall silent, suddenly struck by the knowledge that we are going to sleep in the same bed for the next two nights. And have sex, probably different kinds of sex, and hopefully lots of it.
"Is something wrong," Erin asks, obviously noticing that I have become pensive.
"Nothing at all," I respond with a smile. "I was just suddenly a bit overcome by the knowledge that we're going to have sex again tonight."
"We certainly are," she declares with a matching smile. "And tomorrow. And tomorrow night. And maybe a quickie before we fly home on Friday."
"How do two women have quickies?" I ask with raised eyebrows.
"I...I don't know," answers a now clearly puzzled Erin.
"Me neither, but we have plenty of time to think about it," I reply, then let out a startled yelp as the tea kettle I'm using to boil the water suddenly burps a slug of hot water onto the stovetop. "Shit!"
"Need help?" asks Erin, rising to her feet.
"I've got this," I tell her as I snatch the kettle away from the flame. "Make yourself useful and find some music on the stereo while I slave away here in the kitchen."
"I'm afraid to leave you alone in there. Turn off the gas before you set your robe on fire," she suggests as she moves over to the stereo and briefly studies its controls.
Moments later, I've managed to pour hot water into the waiting Styrofoam noodle cups without further incident as soft classical-sounding music begins to fill the room.
"Dinner is ready. Prepare yourself for a feast." I announce as I put the cups of hot soup, two spoons, and a couple of paper towels to be used as napkins on the breakfast bar. "I like the music," I add as I root around in the cupboards for wine glasses. Finding a pair, I set them beside the soup with the open bottle of chardonnay.
"Looks yummy," Erin quips. "However did you find the time?"
"It's a gift," I answer with a straight face as I pour each of us a generous amount of wine.
"Dig in."
"Hmmm," Erin murmurs, "this is much better than I remember from college. Probably because my roommate and I were both poor back then and we had to eat stuff like this."
"It's more likely due to the company you are keeping now," I offer.
"That must be it. You are good company."
"So are you. I find it easy to forget that we've been in each other's presence for less than twenty-four hours. Total."
"Yeah, but think about what we've already done," she responds with a wicked grin.
