I lay in a steaming hot bath, feeling some of my aches and pains easing away as I closed my eyes and thought about what had happened to me over the last two days, and realised that I had absolutely no regrets at all. I had enjoyed the most amazing sex I had ever known and I had felt so sexy and desired, more so than at any other point in my life.
As I looked down at my half-submerged naked body I realised that I felt good about myself for the first time in years, and I couldn't help but run my hands over my big saggy breasts as I recalled the looks of lust and desire in the other women's faces when they looked at me. Of course I had no doubt given them that look too, and as I closed my eyes I pictured again Mary and Donna, their large soft bodies just begging for my touch, their smooth hairless mounds framing juicy slits that felt and tasted so good.
I was soon touching myself between my legs as I thought about them, touching them, kissing them, fucking them, knowing that I had made the right choice and that I would happily embrace their lifestyle and be a member of their group of loving friends.
I briefly worried about what my darling daughter would say on her return from uni, but I figured that she would be happy for me -- she was an open-minded free spirit and I was sure she wouldn't be upset or dismayed at my newly-discovered sexuality.
I lay in that bath for ages, keeping the water topped up and hot as I let my body relax and unwind, my eyes closed and my fingers moving gently under the water. I kept trying to find fault with what I had done and experienced and I couldn't find any -- it had all been so good, so erotic and so...friendly; it had been good honest sexy fun with horny women who wanted nothing more than sharing good times and good feelings.
I spent the rest of the day in a little pink and fluffy cloud of contentment, my mind firmly on other matters regardless of what I was doing. I popped out to do a little shopping and as I wandered around the supermarket I couldn't help but eye up the other ladies doing their shopping, picturing what they would look like naked, or in sexy lingerie. Maybe some of them were friends of Mary and Donna; maybe I would get to see them naked, spreading their fat thighs and wobbly buttocks to expose their most private places?
I spent the rest of that day, and most of the next, lost in wonderfully naughty and dirty daydreams, spending hours teasing and touching myself, masturbating slowly and softly for hours on end as I pictured all the wonderful things I had done and what I might do with a succession of sexy and curvy older women.
There were big drooping breasts in lace and satin for me to squeeze and fondle, topped with big nipples for me to suckle on, hardening between my lips. I dreamt of mighty blubbery thighs, wobbling as I stroked and caressed them, easing them apart to gain access to the meaty and juicy slits concealed between them. There were upturned bottoms, big mounds of soft firm flesh for me to stroke and lick, delving into their depths to lick the rosebuds they protected.
It's true to say that when Mary rang me I was indeed ready to meet more of her friends -- I was horny beyond belief and craving the touch of another woman. She asked me if I was up for a little party with several of her friends.
"You mean like an orgy?" I asked her, "Mmm, yes please!"
"I thought you'd like the sound of that!" she chuckled, "how about I pick you up in an hour?"
"Sure, I'll be ready and waiting," I said.
I had a shower and made plentiful use of my razor and hair removal cream, making sure my skin was silky smooth and I was squeaky clean. After some consideration I chose the white lingerie I had bought from Helen -- stockings and suspender belt, a see through mesh and lace bra, and pretty white lace knickers that stretched across my bum. A blouse and long pleated skirt went over this and some knee-length black leather boots finished it off.
"You look good Jenny," Mary said as I got in her car.
"Thank you, so do you," I replied, admiring her low cut top that showed off a lot of cleavage and a short skirt that exposed her stocking-clad legs, "so, where are we going this evening?"
"We are going to Judith's house -- you'll like her, she's really nice and friendly -- and there should be Carol and Martha there too," she told me, "actually, I'm sure you'll get on just great with all three of them, they're all really nice, friendly, horny women like you and me."
Mary was right -- when we got there and greeted them all three turned to be ever so friendly and welcoming. Judith was about my age but taller and quite buxom; Carol was in her fifties and was short and very round, and Martha was a little older still, very large but with a bubbly personality, the sort of person you got on with right away.
"Welcome to my home Jenny," Judith welcomed me as she handed me a glass of wine, "we've all heard a lot about you and we're so looking forward to getting to know you, intimately."
"Thank you Judith," I replied, "I'm looking forward to it as well -- Mary has really opened my eyes and shown me what I've been missing all these years!"
"It's nice to have another convert to the sisterhood," she purred a she caressed my shoulder softly, "us ladies need to look after each other."
After a bit of a natter Judith thought it would be good if we started off with an ice-breaker in the lounge; this entailed stripping down to our undies and watching each other masturbate. That sounded like a lot of fun and made my pussy hotter and wetter than it already was. We made our way into Judith's front room and divested ourselves of our outer layers so that all five of us were in our underwear or lingerie. Judith's lounge had real wood flooring, leather sofas facing each other and a big old rug in between them.
I sat on a sofa next to Mary, who was wearing navy blue hold-ups, a matching half cup bra that pushed her ample breasts up, and some pretty black lace knickers. Directly opposite me was Judith in a matching cream and burgundy set of bra and French knickers; to her left was Carol in red stockings and suspenders that were stretched tight across her meaty thighs, with a matching mesh bra that made no pretence of giving her breasts any support and lacy red knickers, and Martha was in a black lace body stocking with an open crotch, her enormous boobs spilling over the top of it.
Legs were spread and hands went down, and in moments we were all intently watching each other as we played with ourselves. For awhile the only sounds were heavy breathing and low moans and groans of pleasure as five horny women played with five wet pussies.
"I think you should all take your knickers off," Martha said, "I seem to be the only one who came commando tonight!" she had a point -- we all had our hands in our knickers but could plainly see her fingers moving wetly in her neatly-trimmed snatch.
