Janet looked at Shelly with disbelief, then said to their table-guest "Excuse us for a moment, would you?" and dragged her out of his earshot. "Shelly, just what in the HELL do you think you're doing?"
Shelly put her hands on Janet's shoulders, glanced back at Jeff, then grinned at her. "Baby, I'm just trying to get both of us well and properly LAID by this attractive, available man who has spent a good part of the day with us, with whom we've had a fine time so far, and who is very obviously interested! Even better, he's interested equally in BOTH of us, which is rare! It's even better than THAT, Dear... on top of all that, he looks like he has the experience and physical conditioning to be able to actually HANDLE the both of us. With some guidance and encouragement, of course."
Janet gaped at her friend, tried to respond intelligently, but only managed to say "BOTH of us?"
Shelly looked at her hard, then grinned, nodded firmly, patted her on the arm, and said "Yep. Both. The two of us. Together. Bofus. Tout les deux. Simultaneously. In the same bed all together, one hopes! Got it?"
Janet looked not so much upset as thoroughly puzzled and quite uncertain as to what to do. She finally asked, "Shelly, tell me... is this a normal behavior for you? I mean,..." She sputtered to a stop.
Shelly shook her head, and said quickly "No, of course not. I'm winging it entirely. I've never shared a man with a girlfriend... at least, not simultaneously and knowingly! But what the hell? We're older and wiser now, aren't we? Anyhow, we're thousands of miles from home, and on vacation. Nothing venture, etcetera, and also Carpe Diem! Janet, love, this isn't complicated - it sure as hell isn't rocket science! Just basic SEX. Now, will you PLEASE act like a forty-two year old and try to get that blushing-innocent flush off your face? It's cute, but out of place! It really is! I'm just hornier than hell, and YOU, my dear, are unbelievably overdue! C'mon, let's go back before he gets away from us!"
Before Shelly could protest, Janet had dragged her back to their table and waiting companion.
Now, to understand this little interchange will require a bit of scene-setting. So here we go. Shelly and Janet had known one another for well over a decade, but only become truly close when Shelly's husband died in an accident five years ago. Then, two years later, Janet's husband did the "middle-aged-male-quickie divorce-new-trophy-wife" thing – with no warning at all. The two women were now one another's closest confidant and friend.
Shelly, Janet knew, had been in a semi-open sexual relationship with her husband, and his death, tragic though it was, had on the sexual front simply freed her to pursue more men. "Temporary Relationships", she called her flings, which were usually short, intense, and totally consuming. And occasionally, though certainly not always, they were recounted to an embarrassed but fascinated Janet - in some considerable detail. Janet was rather the opposite - monogamous in her marriage - and so flattened by being abruptly discarded that she hadn't even thought about coming out of the multi-year lustless funk she was wallowing in.
The two women were otherwise similar: 42 and 44 years old, two kids vs three, and all kids now grown. They both played mean games of golf and tennis, especially against one another. And they worked out together in the evenings about three times per week at the gym, where Shelly was always ogling the men and trying to get rises out of Janet. Occasionally the effort succeeded, and Shelly was pleased with the progress of what she thought of as "her patient". Janet, however, didn't know she was a patient.
This was their first vacation together – THAT had taken some considerable finagling and planning, but here they were at a Club Med, 2500 miles from home, completely anonymous, basking in the semitropical warmth and sunshine. They had played their daily tennis match before breakfast, to avoid the heat. They hadn't been alone on the courts, but they HAD been the only females. That meant some eye-candy for Shelly, who gave up a few "distraction points". Janet wasn't totally oblivious, either – which made Shelly feel better for her 'patient'.
Post-breakfast, they did a leisurely eighteen holes, and returned to their room significantly tired and sweaty to shower and change. It was their second day in the room, a beautifully appointed ground-floor suite with two solid queen beds and a double-sized bath.
Janet stripped and ducked into the shower first, while Shelly did her teeth and attended to the usual other things. When Janet emerged, Shelly was naked too. Best friends they were, but this was the first time either had seen the other nude, and almost as if choreographed they stood side by side for a moment looking at themselves in the bedside floor-to-ceiling mirror. Shelly was taller by four inches, blondish, slightly asymmetrical everywhere - face, shoulders, small-but-solid boobs, one nicely pert nipple and one fully inverted, flat belly, good tennis-legs. Overall quite nice – even if she did think so herself! No significant sags anywhere, but with a sweeping hip-to-hip scar on her abdomen, the result of a sudden need for a C-section, followed by her body's tendency to overproduce scar tissue. She called it her dueling-scar.
Janet was shorter and wider, dark haired. No childbirth scars, but her big, dark-nippled boobs showed several dimples where benign cysts had been removed, a problem that ran throughout her family. Luckily, they were just cysts, not cancer. Shelly had not a hair on her body below the nape of her neck. Janet was a little startled by the crotch nakedness, but not too much so – after all, she kept her own bush trimmed, if only for reasons of swimsuit propriety. Shelly sighed, then grinned into the mirror. "Sisters! Too bad we're neither of us lesbos, isn't it? It could make life so MUCH simpler! We both look like pretty-well-cared-for older models of some expensive car, don't you think?" She crinkled her eyes, shimmied her tits, watched the crows-feet and wobbles.
Janet was momentarily embarrassed, then giggled and did the same. Might as well accept and be happy. Consider the alternative to being this age, she thought!
Eventually, they dressed in shorts and light blouses and headed for the bar: it was, after all, already nearly four and therefore time to have a drink and to slowly begin to contemplate dinner. At their table they had a good view of the goings-on: the mix-master, a.k.a. the pickup area, was right in front of them. Some twenty feet away, solo at the bar, perched a truly beautiful young woman. Rather classy-looking, well groomed, well-dressed, poised, and very alone.
