(Thank you to the kind people who emailed me thoughts and encouragement on episode one.)
That night a storm hit. I woke after midnight hearing the wind and driving rain. The next day was cool and cloudy. Rain showers lasted all day. I spent the day reading and finished the novel. After dinner I went out. The skies were foggy. I shopped a bit and went to a bookstore. In the 'human sexuality' area I browsed through titles. Most looked like there were about couples counseling and I didn't see what I was after. There were a few 'how-to' manuals. I found a book of erotic short stories. Flipping through it revealed a wide selections of themes 'solo', 'loving wives' 'groups', public', and more. I bought it.
That night I began to read it. I curled on the couch, nude, and snuggled in a quilt. The stories fueled my imagination. I was surprised to see it was 2am. I went to bed. A whirlwind of erotic thoughts spun through my head. I don't remember if I dreamed. I lay awake for sometime and finally drifted off.
Tuesday dawned grey and windless. It was cool and humid. I lay around the house reading. One story gripped my interest. A young couple takes a vacation and the wife goes topless on the beach. She finds herself increasingly aroused. As their vacation goes on she becomes more inhibited and discovers her passion for erotic experiences. I make myself come as I re-read that story. I bet I dreamt I was her that night.
Wednesday was clear and hot. I lay on the deck tanning for most of the afternoon. Several times I showered in the redwood shower stall off the deck. That evening when it cooled, I went out to the hardware store and got more paint. Again, the store clerk was very helpful. I think he liked my tan. I wore a white top and saw him noticing my 'pokies' I smiled privately at the little thrill I gave him. The second room would be painted a nice orange – something called 'mango'. I prepped the bedroom for painting. This time I washed the trim and only lightly wiped the walls. It would dry quicker.
Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday. Maybe it was hotter. The mail came and with it was a plain wrapped box. I brought it to the kitchen and slit the wrapping. Inside was a slender silver vibe. I felt it....a smooth and slender shaft, a rounded but pointed tip. It felt hard in my hand and not exactly life-like. The base was a switch/cap that opened for the batteries. There were two bottles of lube – 'sex oil'. One was flavored 'vanilla', the other 'cherry'. I was a bit surprised to find a third item. Three 'luv beads' were connected by a cord. They looked like oblong eggs and were a little wider than the vibe. The cord ended with a little ring. I discarded the package wrapping and brought the box to my bedroom.
That night my husband called and we had phone sex. I told him my toys had arrived. He wanted to know all about them. As we talked, I used the vibe and came twice. After I hid the toys in my dresser. Tucked under the bras and panties that I no longer wore, they were safe from prying eyes.
The coming weekend was July 4th and we had arranged for guests – 2 couples – to spend time with us. One couple was a work friend of my husband and his wife. The other was a gf of mine from work and her husband. They arrived and the weekend was fun. I liked the company, but their presence changed the tone. I entertained them and sex was not the center of the weekend. We went to the beach; I grilled dinner on the deck. We watched the fireworks..... we did the usual holiday events. The women and I went to get some fresh seafood and the guys got things to drink. Alone with the girls, we talked about my staying alone at the house. They were intrigued and saw that I was relaxed, rested and tanned. I think they could tell I was enjoying it. I hinted that the weekends were pretty wild and the separation during the week heightened our passion. I sensed a bit of jealousy. My husband brought a digital camera and we took the usual holiday social pictures. When I see them now...the signs that I was changing were there. I looked happy, alive, and somehow more sensual.
My husband and I fucked that night. We were in bed and took some care to be quiet. In the adjacent bedrooms were the other couples. I heard rustling but did not think much of it. When I came I muffled a moan. I whispered something about being a being a 'quiet courtesan'. I promised that when alone, we could be wild again.
In the morning I made breakfast. We were all a bit groggy. It was a lazy morning and we just relaxed. They all left early to beat the traffic back to the city, I was lonesome to see them go and a bit frustrated that sex with my husband was not as wild as it would have been if we had been alone. That night I tried the beads. I lubed them and slipped one in. It felt thick and filled me. Once in.. the next slipped in easier... then the next. The cord held them in position. The little ring protruded and nestled between my swollen labia. I pulled them out slowly. Each stretched me as it popped free. I pressed them back in. I tried squeezing them and felt them move as I contracted my pelvic muscles. I lay back feeling them inside. I rolled over....arched my back. I curled on the bed and explored how they felt as I moved. Walking I could feel them churn inside. I decided I liked them... a lot. With the vibe humming happily against my swollen pussy and I clit, I came hard. I slipped the beads out and slept soundly. I'd wash them in the morning.
After the July 4th holiday, the crowds swelled in town and at the beach. On Wednesday, I was on the deck, nude and reading the short stories. I'd sampled the book and found myself drawn to the 'loving-wives' and 'exhibitionist' stories. Somehow these interested me most. As I read, I was turned on by the explicit stories. Rolling on my stomach, to tan my back, I felt the 'luv beads' shift in my vagina. I squeezed my pelvic muscles and felt them resist my squeezes. The day drifted by. I put the camera on a table, set the timer, and took a few pics of me on the lounge chair. I was totally nude. That small act was a turn on. I wanted to see what I looked like...I thought I'd email one to my husband.
I had a margarita and was on a second. Late in the afternoon, around 4pm, I heard a vehicle enter the drive-way. The familiar sounds of a mower being unloaded indicated the landscapers were back. The time was unusual. They usually came in late morning. I rose from the deck and went indoors. Sometimes they entered the garden to tend the shrubs. In the house, I peered from the window and saw that only Tom, the college guy, had come. I watched him mow the lawn. I was nude and standing at the corner of a window. It seemed he could not see me. I was tempted to move into his view. He was deeply tanned and wore only faded khaki shorts and work shoes. He worked quickly and the lawns soon looked perfectly manicured. He then raked and picked up the cut grass and leaves. I went to my bedroom and slipped on a thin yellow sundress.
I went out the drive and said hello. We chatted and he explained that with the crowds more people wanted their services. They now worked alone to get more jobs done. He looked hot, sweat streaked his chest and grass clipping clung to him. I offered him a cold drink. He accepted and we went through the gate to the garden. He stood on the deck and I got two iced teas from the kitchen. He surveyed the garden and thought it looked great – well watered and healthy. The hot weather had parched some gardens but mine was fine. We chatted and I told him of my progress with decorating the house. I asked if he would help me move some furniture. "Now?" he asked.
"Yea... if that's okay. I know you're busy."
"You're my last stop today. We started at 6:30 this morning."
"Oh, you must be exhausted."
"No, it's not that. But I'm a mess with clipping and stuff all over me."
He looked like he had worked hard all day and his body and shorts were gritty and stained. I thought he looked sexy. Maybe he saw that in my gaze.
"There is an outdoor shower right there" as I gestured towards the redwood stall by the garden shed. "You can rinse off."
"Yea...okay. You don't mind?"
"No problem...help yourself. I'll get you a fresh towel."
He finished his tea and went to the shower. I went to the laundry and got a beach towel. I went out to the stall and said I was hanging it on the hook just outside the door. Through the cracks between the boards I caught just a slight glimpse of his tanned body. I could see the pale skin of where his shorts had shaded him from the summer sun. I watched maybe too long and forced myself to withdraw back to the deck.
He finished and cracked the door and got the towel. Soon he appeared wearing his dirty shorts. The shorts were a mess but he was freshly scrubbed. He came to the deck. "So, what do you want to move?"
I led him to the bedroom that I had prepped but not painted. "Wow, this is a great house" he said as he followed me through the living room and into the wing of spare bedrooms.
"Yea, my aunt is really into art and design. They have great taste. Part of my deal sitting here for the summer is to re-decorate the spare bedrooms." He followed me and I sensed his eyes were also drifting over me. Honest...I really liked that thought. Did I wiggle and jiggle more than necessary? Of course I did.
"I need to get the furniture away from the walls so I can paint." I said as we came to the second bedroom. He surveyed the dresser and bed.
"No problem."
