Jack & Sharon Williams were the perfect couple. Both were blonde, tall, athletic and good looking. They were always on each other's arms at parties and hosted many events for the local church. After renting for two years after their marriage, they had finally decided to make the big purchase: a home of their own.
Jack was proving himself indispensable to the law firm he had joined after finishing school two years ago, though it meant he was away from home often and Sharon's degree in fashion design had resulted in a booming online jewellery business. Long story short, the two "kids" both now 25 had "made it" and they wanted a house that reflected their success.
They decided on a neighbourhood whose creeping vines, old brick, and elegant front porches gave both of them visions of summer cookouts and cosy Christmas mornings. After moving in, settling in, and sleeping in, Sharon kissed Jack on the cheek as he went to work and settled into browsing a few nursery catalogues. Though not yet pregnant, Sharon was very excited about her classic role as the model housewife. She relished the chance to be the mistress of her own domain that she designed and made a home.
A knock at the door brought Sharon out of her daydreams. She padded over to the door and opened it to see a lovely, mature woman with platinum blonde hair standing there with what appeared to be a set of drapes dangling from her arm.
"In the old days, people brought pies to new neighbours" The woman said, her arm extended.
"But I can't cook. I thought a young couple could probably use a nice set of drapes." Bewildered but pleased, Sharon smiled and accepted the deep green drapes which were actually perfect for the guest bedroom.
"I'm Sally by the way," The woman said extending her hand to be shaken.
"I'm Sharon." She answered back.
Sharon shook the woman's hand and introduced herself. Remembering her manners, Sharon invited Sally in for a morning coffee. The women chatted over the usual women oriented things: furniture, new husbands, the best local grocer. The women shared their own histories with each other.
When Sally told Sharon about her divorce, Sharon put her hand on Sally's arm and the women communed for a moment. This coffee clutch session became a daily ritual for the two women. Sharon enjoyed hearing her humorous horror stories about her experiences with tasteless interior design clients. Sally also liked to hear Sharon talk about her business and plans for the future.
"You know," Sally said as her voice lowered as if someone might hear.
"I know of quite a money making scheme that is gaining popularity amongst your age group. Why don't you come to a party and see what it's all about? You could make a lot of extra money". Sally stated.
"Sure!" Sharon agreed, forgetting to ask about what, exactly, the scheme involved.
Sally offered to chauffer Sharon later that night. When the doorbell rang, Sharon kissed her husband Jack on the cheek as he waved the two women goodbye.
"Girls," he thought to himself, "Such fine creatures." And went back to reading the Wall Street Journal.
Sharon walked into a candle lit house where about 15 women lounged on couches drinking wine, eating chocolates, and giggling softly at each other's comments.
Sharon was instantly glad she came. What a wonderful escape into a soft nice-smelling world of women! Upon their arrival, the hostess a statuesque 40-year-old woman with straight black hair in a black silk slip dress commenced the party. Drawing back the sheet on a table next to her, the women in the room oohed and ahead. Sharon sat there quietly stunned.
On the table was every kind of dildo and sex toy Sharon could ever imagine. There was a giant purple cock, a magenta human shaped tongue, a 7-inch vibrator with little rabbit ears attached to the base of it. She could feel herself blushing, so she downed her wine and poured herself another glass. She didn't see Sally watching her, hungrily, from the other corner of the room.
The women then started playing with the toys. The hostess told them about the new features improving these old standards.
"Old standards?" These were all new to Sharon.
Sharon's eyes grew large as she watched one woman trace a silver bullet looking machine over another woman's nipples. It was clear from the way the women looked at each other that they were more than neighbours. On another couch, two women were making use of the electric tongue. A tall, slender woman thrust it under the skirt of a giggling shorter, plumper woman. The two woman laughed as the tongue worked its magic on the one woman's clit.
Someone passed Sharon the half cock/half rabbit contraption and showed her how to work it. Another woman came over and whispered in her ear what the rabbit was for.
"For my clit?" Sharon blurted out, which made the women laugh loudly, but rather than being embarrassed, Sharon was happy her "virginity" was finally "outed."
Then all the women started talking with her freely about the products and how it advanced their sex lives with their husbands and...others. Five glasses of wine later, Sally drove Sharon home in silence.
"I hope you're not mad..." Sally finally said breaking the silence.
"No, not at all. It was...wonderful. I'd love to try that rabbit!" Sharon said.
"I was hoping you would say that," Sally said and pulled into a shadowy area off the main road.
