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Julie Reynolds and her husband Paul stood in front of their first home. After five years of marriage they finally had enough money to put down on a nice single story home in a nice neighborhood. The home was perfect for them at this time in their life because they did not have any kids and were not planning on having any until they reached thirty years old in a couple of years. Julie spent most of her time as an editor of children story books which she did out of her house. Paul was a regional sales manager for Pett Products and traveled at least two or three days per week. After five years of his traveling they had lost the desire for exciting sex. Most of the time sex was on a schedule and they both just went through the motions.
"Hello, welcome to the neighborhood," a voice said from across the street. They turned to see a middle-aged woman walking their way. "I'm Marge."
"Julie and Paul Reynolds," Julie said smiling. She guessed the women to be in her late thirties or low forties.
"You are just going to love it here," Marge said. "After you get settled and bored let me know and I'll introduce you to the other women on the block," she directed at Julie.
"Thanks, my husband travels a lot so I may be knocking sooner than you might expect," the younger woman said.
They spent the next week unpacking boxes and it was the night before Paul had to fly away to a week long sales meeting that Julie confronted him about the lack of sex.
"Don't I turn you on anymore?" she asked as she lay next to him in her new sheer teddy.
"Yes, of course," he said while yawning. "I have to catch an early flight."
She was about to say that it normally only took five minutes anyway but held back. "Maybe when you get back next weekend we can spend some time together?"
"Sure honey," he said as his eyes closed.
It was around 9:00AM the next morning when Julie, going for her newspaper, saw two women walking into Marge's house. They smiled and waved at her and she waved back. She noticed one of the women was around her age and the other one older around Marge's age. She spent the rest of the morning on a new book but around 3:00PM noticed the women leaving Marge's house. They had stayed pretty much the whole day there. She turned off the computer and tossed on a new blouse. Marge had invited her to join the neighborhood women so she decided to head over there to find out when the next meeting was.
"Julie," Marge said surprised to see her so fast. "Come in."
"I told you I would be here sooner than you expected me," she said smiling. She looked around the woman's home and noticed an assortment of naked statues and paintings. "Did you do these?"
Marge looked at the large painting of a young women leaning back against an apple tree. Her skirt was pulled up and her hand and forearm disappeared up under her skirt. It was obvious what she was doing.
Marge laughed. "No, I bought that painting last year in Mexico. It's beautiful don't you think?"
Julie looked again at the girl hands under her dress. "Yes, it's very erotic but I'm not sure I'd display it out here."
"That's the problem," Marge said as she watched the young woman's reaction. "Masturbation is mostly hidden and not spoken of. It's a natural thing to do."
Julie felt suddenly uncomfortable talking about the taboo topic of self gratification. "You have a lovely back yard," she said trying to change the subject. She glanced out at the wooden deck with thick vines on lattice walls surrounding a well hidden hot tub.
"Would you like to see it?"
"Sure," Julie replied as she followed the woman out through the patio door. She saw the wet decking and the damp towels hanging on the chairs. "Where you all in the hot tub?"
"Yes," Marge answered. "It's one of our favorite places to hold our get-togethers."
"Sounds like fun," Julie said wondering where the women had carried their swim suits since they were not carrying any bags and were wearing normal clothing.
"Would you like to go in the hot tub?" Marge asked.
"Now," Julie repeated. "I didn't bring my suit," she laughed.
"It's just us girls and my husband won't be home until another three hours."
Julie stood on the deck and realized there was no way a neighbor could see what was going on around the hot tub. "When you had the meeting this morning were all of you naked in the hot tub?"
"Yes," Marge replied. She still couldn't tell if she would go for it or not.
"Wow," Marge said. "I bet the husband's would love to see that."
"We invite them once per month," Marge laughed. She saw the shocked look on Julie's face. "I'm kidding." But, it was something they had talked about doing. "I'm going back in so why don't you join me?" Marge didn't wait for a reply as she quickly removed her blouse and shorts and walked over to the edge of the hot tub. She stood proudly in her skimpy push-up bra and matching black boy-shorts. "Come on."
Julie's heart raced as she watched the woman non-caringly removed her bra. The woman's breasts were not very large but her nipples were the longest she had ever seen. Nudity had always been private for Julie and it had taken some time for her to get used to being naked in front of her husband.
"I better not," she said trying not to be surprised when she saw Marge's shaven pussy mound. She had only met this woman a few days ago and now saw her totally naked.
"It feels really good," Marge announced as she slipped down into the bubbling water.
Julie stood frozen. "I wish it was darker outside," she giggled as she looked around.
"No one can see but me," Marge grinned. From what she could see Julie had a magnificent body. "Come over here behind the lattice."
Julie gulped and walked slowly to where Marge directed her. She took a deep breath and slowly unbuttoned the new blouse. She felt the woman's eyes on her hot chest as she pulled her blouse off. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Julie said as she fidgeted with the snap on her shorts.
Marge grinned and closed her eyes pretending to drift off to sleep. She peeked out when she heard the snap of Julie's shorts release. "Very nice," Marge commented when she opened her eyes as the young woman stepped from the shorts.
"Thank you," Julie blushed.
Marge could now see the dark nipples of her breasts through the semi-sheer bra and the mound of pubic hair above the vee above her legs. She smiled knowing her pubic mound was the same blonde color as her hair.
"This water is pretty hot," Marge said as she moved out of the water and sat on the edge of the hot tub with her feet dangling over into the bubbles. Her legs were spread just enough to show Julie her opened slit and hard clitoris pushing outward.
"Oh," Julie said when she saw the woman's open pussy lips. She blushed and turned around. For the first time she wondered if the woman was bi-sexual and maybe was trying to get her naked to have sex with her. "I think I better go." Her legs were trembling.
