In accordance with Marie's invitation, I had agreed to continue seeing her. It clearly suited both of us. As I had recently returned from university, I didn't have any romantic attachments at home. It was pretty obvious, that Marie was happy with her current lot. The divorce appeared to have taken an emotional toll on her and she didn't currently wish to get involved in a relationship. As with the hiatus of the previous week, the anticipation was incredible. However, on this occasion, I tried, for the most part, to refrain from excessive wanking. I knew that I had no hope of matching Marie's appetite but hoped that abstaining slightly more, would go some way to helping.
I made my way down the street, to her house. Luckily, it was far enough down, that my parent's neighbours were unlikely to put two and two together. I knocked her door, this time she wore a calf length summer dress. We moved into the kitchen and Marie began making a pot of coffee. When she had finished, we took our cups and moved in to the lounge. She had made some more progress on unpacking. Some ornaments had been placed around the room and a number of pictures hung on the wall. I scanned around but nothing gave an indication of her previous life. There were no family photos or anything particularly personal. We chatted about our respective weeks. It turns out that she works in the accounts department of an engineering company, on the outskirts of town. Judging by the quality of her decoration, it pays well. Although, I presume that she perhaps obtained a good settlement from the divorce. She said that, although she had made some acquaintances at work, none of these were close enough to have anything but everyday conversations, so far.
Marie was certainly not in a rush for sex today, this was the the longest conversation that we had undertaken. I didn't want to push things to discover her past. I was happy for her to unfold things, when she felt happy. Which clearly wasn't today.
After about an hour or so, she said, "do you think it is time for some more fun?" Of course I agreed and we made a move upstairs. The decoration of the house continued, with more pictures on the stairs. Instead of heading to the main bedroom, Marie opened one of the other doors. Not only had she unpacked more of her belongings, if I had to guess, I'd say she had been doing some shopping. In the middle of the room was a double bed. Unlike the wooden one in the main bedroom, this was an old style brass bed. In addition to the bedding, four leather straps were attached to the corner posts. I shot her a questioning glance. She said, I've been planning this for a while. Now that I'm living alone, I have the space, money and desire to set up my own room devoted to pleasure.
I scanned the rest of the room, behind me, either side of the door, were a couple of poster sized images. Both showed Marie. The one on the right had her facing the camera, squatting on her largest butt plug. This is maybe 3 inches, or more in diameter at the widest part. Although, as she mentioned previously, she hadn't managed to fully insert it, she was close. The position and insertion appeared to have forced her vagina wide open, with her labia along her inner thighs. She saw my draw drop. It's motivation for me, she said, I will get it in at some point. I also like to see myself spread open. She asked if I thought it was weird, getting turned on by looking at yourself. I said, it makes me horny, so I can understand what you see in it. The picture on the other side of the door, was less explicit but equally erotic. It showed her stood, with her legs apart, wearing some interesting garb. This consisted of a black latex bra, with cut outs for her nipples, a matching latex suspender belt, framing her vulva, black stockings and black patent leather high heels. I exhaled deeply.
It took me a while to come to terms with what I was looking at. Marie broke the silence. I've done nothing but pleasuring myself for so long, to an extent, I've become attracted to seeing myself. I had to purchase a special printer, to do these, as I didn't feel comfortable trying to source them commercially. It's set up with my computer, in the other bedroom, which I use as an office. I didn't know what to say. Marie continued, I have everything I need here. She moved to a cupboard set in the corner. This had a door on one side and drawers on the other. She pulled the handle on the door, on a hanging rail were a number of outfits, mostly skimpy. On the base were a number of pairs of high heels. She said, I've never worn any of this for anyone, just when I'm enjoying myself. My ex husband wasn't interested in anything like this. She pulled the drawers open one by one. The top one contained her sex toy collection, nicely laid out on a piece of velvet. She realised that I'd seen these already, so moved to the second one. This contained a selection of ropes and straps. Her comment being that she had begun to experiment with self bondage. The final draw contained a large leather bound book and a number of DVD's. Marie picked up the book and said, let's take a seat.
We moved over and sat, side by side on the bed. Marie opened the book, it was a photo album. It contained a vast selection of pictures of her, in all of her outfits and using her dildos, vibrators, plugs and beads, in various combinations. She said, I like to flick through these, whilst I'm masturbating. I summoned up some courage and asked what was on he DVD's. About half contained movies of Marie during her solo sessions. I like to see myself cumming. The variation in intensity of my orgasms interests me. The other half, were all of women masturbating. Marie said she liked to watch, firstly to get ideas of additional ways to add to her enjoyment. Secondly, she said she found the difference in their orgasms fascinating. Some were almost silent and the only indication was the straightening of the legs. Others had filmed their vaginas and anus's pulsing. Whilst another group were expressive, vocal and contorted, much like Marie. We'll watch some later, she said. In the meantime I need some relief.