Over the following weeks and months, Annie and Jen repeated their adventurous love making. Mostly meeting during week days while their families were off to work and school, the thirty something housewives found coffee or lunch amongst the most exciting things they ever participated in. As each week passed, they met for their special visits more often; sometimes three or four times a week; even going out on a weekend evening for an ostensible 'girls' night out' that always resulted in a perverse demonstration of what they'd previously tried, while in one of their minivans, usually parked discreetly at some abandoned hideaway they discovered. All the while, keeping their activities on the down low, not wanting anyone they knew, especially their husbands, to know what they were up to.
In addition, they found their behavior only escalated into bolder, more brazen and experimental forms. More ass play (from rimming to fingering to fucking with small inanimate objects), more experimenting with fisting (Annie finding it much harder to take in Jen's larger hand within her smaller love hole, only taking little more than half her fist but absolutely determined to receive more within it), spanking each other, again use of inanimate household or personal objects within their cunts (even the spike of a high shoe heel), smearing and eating of food off each others' bodies, and foot play (Jen especially enjoyed riding Annie's pretty little feet). Finally, on top of this, Annie was able to muster up enough courage to sneak into an adult sex shop to purchase some toys: a vibrator, dildo, strap on, and what became their favorite, a double headed dildo.
Jen was too shy to enter these stores at first, only after Annie had gone more than once did she join her there, where the two women giggled and fondled the various items, half-joking about what they'd do with them, all the while the young female store clerk was knowingly watching and grinning at them, "find everything you need?" she asked.
"Oh, I think we have," Annie replied before she and Jen burst into laughter.
"Well, if you ladies ever need a little more, don't hesitate to ask, alright?" the clerk's eyes twinkled and a Cheshire style grin crossed her face, her hand softly landing on Jen's hand as she did this.
Jen was taken aback at such a forward move by a stranger, but it also started a feeling of warmth down below. The clerk certainly was attractive, but she was so young; maybe twenty one or twenty two! "Why would she be interested in an old mother like her?," she thought as she and Annie finished paying for their items, said their goodbyes to the pretty girl, and left the store.
As they drove back to Jen's to look over and, perhaps, try out their new items; Jen continued to mull over what happened with the clerk, turning to her friend she said.
"Do you think I am pretty? I mean, not just to you but to other girls? It's just that, well . . .did you see how that clerk looked at me and touched my hand?"
Annie roared with laughter, "Oh Jenny, yes, you are very pretty and sensual, I don't doubt that little minx would have jumped into bed with you in a flash!" she assured her friend, "hey, maybe I could join you two?" she finished with a wink.
Jen pondered the possibility of being with this girl, both because of her age and, more so, just the idea of other women. Had she really become a lesbian? Of course not, she still loved her husband and enjoyed sex with him; then maybe she was fully bisexual? With desires to become a more promiscuous bisexual at that! She felt goose bumps all over then trembled a little before letting out a melancholy sigh.
"Whoa, what's wrong sweetie?" Annie asked, now noticing her passenger's unease. Her hand reached down from the steering wheel and ran up and down Jen's upper leg.
"Oh, nothing really. I just think I might be a bisexual."
Annie burst into uproarious laughter, almost driving off the road because of it, "dear, you're only realizing that now?" Annie's hand slipped up Jen's skirt and rubbed Jen a little closer to her mound, Jen moan her appreciation. "I think that's your answer, hun" Annie grinned.
When the girls finished going through and they then tried out their new items. Annie put on her new sheer black camisole with the perfectly cut out openings where her breasts poked through and matching crotch less panties, while Jen slipped on her new red leather micro miniskirt (and wearing nothing else) and then bent over to permit Annie access to her lovely large derriere so she may insert her brand new butt plug. At that point, Jen again broached the subject of other women, still bent over the table with her big, round ass in the air and the back end of the plug just barely visible out of her butthole; with Annie --breasts fully exposed through her camisole's holes and her wet, clean shaven cunt through her panties' exposed crotch- caressing, kissing, and licking Jen all over.
"Annie, you know what we talked about before in the car?" Jen spoke in a slightly hoarse, breathy manner as would be expected from someone in her position.
"You back onto that topic again!" Annie shook her head and gave Jen a little spank on her ass cheek.
"Ya, I was thinking . . .now don't get angry, but . . .I was thinking it might be fun to try other people . . . er . . I mean, other women," Jen hung her head down out of fear of what her lover might say. To her surprise, Annie just ran her hands up Jen's chest and gave her breasts a warm squeeze, her exposed parts pressed up against Jen, before laying a sweet kiss on Jen's neck.
"Why, that's a wonderful idea, love, it's almost like you were reading my mind!" Annie purred.
Jen jolted up and turned to her cohort, "Really, you really mean it?" she beamed.
"Mmmm, yes, I think we could have even better times, lover!" Annie crowed, while Jen's nipples were toyed by her fingers.
"That sweet little thing at the sex shop would be a nice start, she sure liked you" Annie teased.
"No, I don't think so, . . .I mean she was lovely but . . .she's a total stranger and maybe a little too young. I might make a fool of myself with her." Jen replied apprehensively, "if only there was someone older, someone I'd feel more comfortable with; at least at the start."
"Hmmmm, I have an idea," Annie mused, "it's something I've noticed for some time now, but I didn't want to say unless everyone was ok with it."
"What do you mean?" Jen inquired with a groan as she then felt Annie's tongue trace slowly down her bare back and Annie's hand carefully twist the plug in her ass.
"She's someone you know pretty well, someone I have noticed seems to be noticing you," Annie paused and pulled at the plug before plunging it back inside its tight reciprocal.
