Meryl Bygate entered her walk-in wardrobe in search of special attire for her day ahead. Today she was due to meet her three longtime friends for lunch. There was always an element of friendly competition and the friends dressed immaculately for these luncheons. The wardrobe was long and packed with designer clothing. She was spoilt for choice, but needed to get it just right.
Meryl was 42 and lived with her husband Mike. Their two children Alli, 21 and John 20, were both away at College and doing well. She now had much more time to indulge herself with luncheons, keeping fit and the like. Meryl had returned to work mornings at Simpson and Smith, a local law firm. While she enjoyed this stimulation of her mind, she limited it to 20 hours a week, leaving her afternoons free.
Mike Bygate had built up a furniture business from small beginnings and the Bygate's were now reaping the rewards. They owned a spacious four bedroom house, in the best suburb of their small mid-west city. The yard was large, with a swimming pool. Tradesmen who patronized Mike's stores were often employed to care for both house and yard. A maid cleaned the house three mornings a week.
The downside for Meryl was that Mike worked hard and was often away. Today he had travelled to visit their store in a city 200 km away. He had left before she had woken and would not return until after 10pm.
Finding the dress she was after, Meryl reflected on how lucky she was to afford such clothes. Unlike her friends, she and Mike had come from relatively humble beginnings and so such finery was well appreciated. They had met in College and quickly fallen heavily for each other. They married, had their children young and settled in to pleasant domesticity and making money. However now, when being honest with herself, Meryl knew their relationship had stagnated. They were largely going through the motions, but to date she had not found the motivation to do anything about this.
Having located her shoes to complete the outfit, Meryl headed to her ensuite to have a shower. She shed her gown and nightdress and checked herself in the full length mirror for any blemish. Her dark brown, shoulder length hair framed an attractive face with wide eyes. She ran her eyes down her body. A medium size, but nicely toned due to exercise. She noted her closely shaven thatch atop long legs and slim calves. Her stomach was a little raised as you would expect of a 42 year old, but above it sat two full breasts.
Meryl brought her hands to the underside of her breasts and gently lifted them. She liked her breasts and felt they were one of her best features. She was happy with the way they sat there plump and white, contrasting with her tanned body. No sagging or stretching and topped with two dark red aureoles. Her nipples began to harden as she ran her palms over them. She recalled not having had sex with Mike in over a week. They were either always too busy or too tired. These days it was more likely to be Meryl who would initiate sex. She would have preferred it more often than once a week, but Mike seemed content.
About five years ago Meryl had begun to masturbate again. She hadn't done this since she was in her teens, without a steady boyfriend. The first time it had just happened after she had been home alone one evening, sipping wine and watching TV. The family members were all out at various venues and she sat cross legged on the sofa, dressed in her shorty pajamas. The film she was watching had begun to arouse her and she felt that familiar tingling down in her groin.
At first Meryl had merely moved a hand to her breast and, with some guilt, begun to massage it through the thin shirt. She'd teased her nipple and it became erect. She had done this previously and enjoyed the feeling. She soon did the same to the other breast.
Playing with her breasts did nothing to alleviate Meryl's aching in her loins. As the lead couple on TV embraced in a manner that suggested to Meryl they were about to sleep together, she had slipped a hand down inside her pajama bottoms. She'd taken a deep breath trying to calm herself as she lightly massaged her mons. This action had sent strong signals directly to her clitoris that was now begging to be touched.
The couple on the TV had moved to the bed and were naked with the woman on top. That was the last Meryl saw, as she closed her eyes and dropped her head back to rest on the back of the sofa. She pushed her hand down over her clitoris and maintaining contact with it, pushed her fingers on until they touched, first her perineum and then her asshole. Then she dragged the fingers back up across her, now saturated, labia and began a steady circular motion on her clitoris.
Unlike her husband, Meryl knew exactly the speed and pressure to apply to her love bud. Within minutes she could feel that familiar rise in pleasure throughout her entire pelvis and up into her backbone. Then it came upon her like a tidal wave. Contraction after contraction followed, while she pushed a finger up inside of herself. The biggest orgasm she had experienced in over 10 years.
As Meryl's breathing had calmed and she'd begun to regain some composure, a wave of guilt had swept over her. For days after she had questioned why on earth a woman of her age would want to be playing with herself. However, that questioning was countered by memories of how delightful it had been for her. The next time she was alone in the same position, with the wine defusing any anxieties, she had repeated the process. This time the guilt was less and the contented feeling stronger. From then on there was no looking back for Meryl. She purchased lubricant and now regularly masturbated, at least twice a week, on the sofa, in bed and in the shower.
Meryl got out of the shower and dried herself. She put on black, lace edged panties and matching bra. She again observed herself for some minutes in the mirror and was happy with her choice. Her face didn't require much make up, but she applied a dark red lipstick to her full lips. Her mouth and smile were wide, many people made comment and she liked to accentuate this feature.
Finally Meryl slipped into the cerise, sheath dress she had picked for the day. It was sleeveless, with a high neckline. It came to just above the knee and a slender belt pulled the dress in at the waist. She finished it off with a light scarf and fawn heels.
"Chic, yet understated," she said, admiring herself, well aware that the look would suit both her morning in the office and her lunch date with friends.
Her three tasks for the day were work, lunch and home to meet Cory Kenning, the builder her husband had arranged to erect a changing room by their pool. It was nearly always her job to meet with, and instruct, the tradesmen her husband enlisted to work around the property.
Meeting with Cory was not so bad, as they had known him for some years, through his ex-wife Marion. She was a girlfriend of Meryl's and it had been quite controversial when she had married an Afro American. They had split after 10 years together, when Marion left with the children and Cory now had a new partner. He was tall, good looking and known as something of a player. He had always flirted with Meryl, as he had with all women in their social circle. Some of her acquaintances didn't like his forwardness, but Meryl had always treated it as fun and thereby deflected any deeper intentions on Cory's part.
She departed the house in a happy frame of mind, got into her late model sports car and drove to the office. Once there she received a number of comments from various people at her work, verifying her belief that she had chosen well.
At 12.30pm Meryl left work and drove the short distance to the up market restaurant for her date with friends. The four of them, Sarah, Fiona, Elizabeth and Meryl, had been friends for many years. These luncheons were now a regular bi-monthly meeting, although they would often see each other in between, at various functions.
When Meryl arrived the other three were already seated and onto their second bottle of wine. She glowed with inner pride when they all complimented her on her dress. She returned the compliments noting each of her friend's attire were all far more expensive than her own little number. This did not concern Meryl and she immediately felt at ease among old trusted friends. Her first glass of white wine went down very quickly and Fiona immediately refilled her glass.
For the next two hours the girls ate, drank and laughed. Many of their stories and jokes came at the expense of their husbands and children who were all a similar age to Meryl's. Of the three only Sarah and Meryl worked in paid employment. Fiona did some charity work and Elizabeth merely gardened and played tennis.
As usual Sarah and Fiona were the loudest and as the lunch progressed their stories became increasingly risqué. It began with the group discussing males in the community who they fancied. This 'running the rule' over men in the community was a common source of amusement for them. However today, it built to what they might like to do with said men. Finally Fiona indicated that she might have done a little more than merely contemplate getting together with a certain man.
The man in question was Bob Thorn; Club Captain at the Tennis club, which Fiona and Elizabeth belonged too. Meryl and Sarah knew him by sight and Meryl recalled he was a tanned handsome man about 10 years older than them. He was married to Ava Thorn, a local real estate agent.
Fiona had merely begun by telling them that she had kissed Bob when drunk, at the end of a Tennis Cub Fancy dress function. However, then she had blushed and looked down quickly.
Sarah quickly jumped in and said loudly, "There's more, there's more Fiona, c'mon tell all you tease".
"Not so loud," Fiona said looking around to see if anyone at adjoining tables had heard.
Satisfied that everyone else was engrossed in their own conversations Fiona lowered her voice and agreed to continue.
"Ok it was a little bit more than a kiss."
"I knew it," said Sarah.
"He is an attractive man," said Meryl looking to put her friend at ease, but desperate to hear more detail.
Fiona paused for a second, took another gulp of wine and then continued as her friends craned closer to hear.
"The thing was we had already kissed on quite a few occasions. You know what it's like Elizabeth; everyone down at that club gets a bit free and easy with their hands late in the evening."
"Yes I had noticed that," said Elizabeth with a laugh.
"You're next," Sarah shot at Elizabeth. "Come on Fiona."
