My arrangement with Marie has now been going on for a number of weeks. I don't think either of us consider it to be a relationship. We are certainly fond of one another. From her perspective, she has been there, done that and got the T shirt and has no intention of becoming that involved again. I could actually see a relationship developing but respect her wishes. I'm not sure that my parents would view it in a positive light. Even less so, if they ever found out, what we had been up to, so far!
For both of us, the sex was progressing, presumably egged on by the advances we were each making. Marie showed me a new DVD. Her hand trembled as she slid it into the TV. She sat next to me, grinning like a Cheshire cat, as the action showed her fisting herself, with her left hand, followed a while later by fully inserting her largest butt plug. I asked what it felt like. She said, that getting to her previous limit wasn't a problem but there was a slight twinge of pain as she went beyond that. However, that eased as the neck of the plug settled in to place. She felt a wave of relief, having finally achieved one of her goals. Not only had she got it in but masturbating with it in place had resulted in a massive orgasm, during which she squirted for the first and so far, only time in her life.
For my part, I continued to use the butt plug Marie had bought me. I'd occasionally wear it to work. When she visited the coffee shop, we would surreptitiously wink at each other, if we had a plug in. I'd used some of my wages, to purchase a prostate specific vibrator and an 8 inch anal dildo, the next size up to the one Marie used on me. Although I didn't use these as frequently as Marie, they were certainly regular aspects of my masturbation time. As a result, I had improved my ability to hold off my orgasm. Not only that, I found that despite needing some rest, I could definitely cum a couple of more times in a day. As you will imagine, this pleased Marie. It meant that breaks in our longer sessions were less frequent and that when I was with her, she needed to masturbate less.
On the social side of things, life hadn't changed at all for me. The friends I had prior to university, had like me, graduated but none had returned to our home town. I kept in touch but anything face to face was out of the question. I think that my parents believed my Wednesday and Sunday absences were due to me meeting my friends. I did nothing to dissuade them from this view. Marie on the other hand was making some progress. She had spent some time getting to know the only other woman in her office.
Lisa was a lady in her late fifties, stockily built, with dyed blond hair. She was married and had been, to the same man for over 30 years. They would from time to time, stop off at a bar, for a couple of drinks, on the way home from work. Lisa lived not far from the office, so the opposite side of town to us. On one of these bar sessions, Lisa said, how would you fancy coming to a ladies only party on Sunday? Marie was curious. One of Lisa's neighbours had invited her to a sex toy party, run by one of the big supply companies. Marie grinned, if only she knew! Lisa said she was a bit nervous about going but had an idea of spicing up her love life. This had become a bit routine over the 30 years. I'll think about it, was Marie's response. Initially, she wasn't particularly interested. What could she order, which she didn't already have. Also, it meant missing one of our sessions. When she mentioned it, I said she should go. It will be good for you to meet some other people.
The following Wednesday, I got the full story. Marie had arrived at Lisa's a few minutes early. They crossed the street to her neighbours house, a large detached property with a long driveway in the front. They were welcomed by a tall blonde, perhaps in her mid to late 30s, with an impressive pair of breasts. Lisa introduced Marie to Debbie and they went in to an impressive lounge, maybe twice the size of Marie's. Although they arrived at the stated time, it appeared that the rest of the guests had been early. There were about twenty women, ranging from about 30 to 60 years old.
Lisa pointed out a couple of women she knew from the area but had no idea who most of them were. They presumed that they were Debbie's friends or relatives. A large dining table was set at one end of the room, awash with bottles of wine and glasses, not to mention a substantial buffet. Debbie directed them to help themselves. After selecting a glass of red, they found seats, which had been arranged around a large rug, in the centre of the floor. Kneeling on the floor, surrounded by cases, was the company representative. Debbie introduced her as Michaela. She began by distributing order forms to everyone, assuring them that any order made would be made discretely and delivered in a plain package.
As Marie expected, by her standards, most of the goods on offer were pretty tame. Although it was interesting, watching the reactions of some of the women. Some appeared shocked others more appreciative. As time passed and more wine was consumed, the atmosphere became more raucous. Some of the women were obviously less inhibited than other, with comments like, oh, I'm having that, that won't fit anywhere and he's not using that on me. Marie could see Lisa, red faced, filling in a number of details on her sheet, although she wasn't sat close enough to see what she was choosing. She was clearly intent on adding a lot of spice to her love life. I wonder if her husband was up for it? Marie's only order was a black figure of eight silicone contraption. A cock ring with a loop for the balls, which she hoped I'd like. The main thing Marie got from the party was the time spent talking to Jen, the younger lady sat on her right.
