Rhonda and Greg were the perfect couple; they were both 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. Greg 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 Rhonda’s degree in fashion design had resulted in a booming online jewelry 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 neighborhood whose creeping vines, old brick, and elegant front porches gave both of them visions of summer cookouts and cozy Christmas mornings. After moving in, settling in, and sleeping in, Rhonda kissed Greg on the cheek as he went to work and settled into browsing nursery catalogues. Though not yet pregnant, Rhonda was very excited about her classic role as housewife. She relished the chance to be the master of her own domain that she designed and made a home.
A knock at the door roused Rhonda from her daydreams. She padded over to the door and opened it to see a lovely, mature woman with platinum blonde hair standing there, what appeared to be a set of drapes dangling from her arm. “In the old days, people brought pies to new neighbors” 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, Rhonda smiled and took the deep green drapes. They were actually perfect for the guest bedroom.

“I’m Gail,” the woman now extended her hand to be shaken. Rhonda shook the woman’s hand and introduced herself. Remembering her manners, Rhonda invited Gail in for 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 Gail told Rhonda about her divorce, Rhonda put her hand on Gail’s arm and the women communed for a moment. This coffee clutch session became a daily ritual for the women. Rhonda enjoyed hearing humorous horror stories about Gail’s experiences with tasteless interior design clients. Gail liked to hear Rhonda talk about her business and plans for the future.

“You know,” Gail said, 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 mone”. “Sure!” Rhonda agreed, forgetting to ask about what, exactly, the scheme involved. Gail offered to chauffer Rhonda later that night. When the doorbell rang, Rhonda kissed Greg 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. Rhonda 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.

Rhonda 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 ahhhed. Rhonda sat there quietlu stunned. On the table was every kind of dildo and sex toy Rhonda ever could imagine. They were ostentatious—a giant purple cock, a magenta human-shaped tongue, a 7-inch vibrator with little rabbit ears attached to the base of it. Rhonda could feel herself blushing, so she downed her wine and poured herself another glass. She didn’t see Gail watching her, hungrily, from the other corner of the room. The women starting playing with the toys while the hostess told them about the new features improving upon these old standards. Old standards? These were all new to Rhonda.

Rhonda 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 neighbors. 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 Rhonda 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?” Rhonda burst out, which made the women laugh loudly. But rather than being embarrassed, Rhonda 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, Gail drove Rhonda home in silence. “I hope you’re not mad…” Gail said. “No, not at all. It was…wonderful. I’d love to try that rabbit!” “I was hoping you would say that,” Gail said and pulled into a shadowy area off the main road. “Why?” Rhonda asked groggily, “What are you doing?” Gail reached into the back seat and pulled out a box. She opened the box and put the mysterious vibrator on Rhonda’s lap. “I got this for you,” Gail said, “I thought I could…show you how to use it. If you wanted…” Gail put her hand on Rhonda’s exposed knee. Rhonda considered this. She rarely drank wine. It seemed to make sense.

“Okay,” Rhonda shrugged. “Do you want to show me here? In the back seat?” A bit surprised, Gail shook her head yes and watched the gorgeous young woman hike up her skirt and climb into the back of the SUV, which was littered with cloth and carpet samples. Rhonda, clearly intoxicated, lazily opened her thighs. Gail then saw the untrimmed blonde bush that peeked out from around Rhonda’s cotton panties. Gail clambered into the backseat, forgetting the vibrator. She then reached back into the front seat. In the meantime, Rhonda had lazily removed her blouse and bra. “Do the buzzy part on my nipple, like the women at the party,” she asked. Gail happily complied. Gail watched eagerly as Rhonda’s breathing quickened. Rhonda started opening and closing her legs. In the breeze the movement created, Gail could smell the woman’s rising sexual pleasure.

She looked down and in the limited light saw a wet spot on Rhonda’s underwear. “Why don’t we go ahead and take these off?” Gail suggested. Rhonda simply raised her perfect ass off the seat and let Gail do all the work. “Want to see how this feels on your cunt?” Gail asked. Rhonda nodded and smiled, keeping her eyes closed. Gail traced the trembling rabbit ears down the front of Rhonda’s body. She could smell the sweet-salty scent coming from the woman’s pussy. Gail decided to take a little risk and, as she held the vibrator next to Rhonda’s pussy, she dipped her head and licked a gob of lubrication from Rhonda’s opening. At Rhonda’s huge groan, she made sure to swirl her tongue around the girl’s clit before she sat back up. Then she plunged the huge cock into the girl’s pussy, forcing the vibrator up against Rhonda’s hugely swollen clit.

Rhonda inhaled and braced down on the penetration. Gail could feel the girl holding onto the cock for all she was worth. But Gail managed to wedge it still deeper into her twice. Suddenly the girl was coming with an incredible force. Gail felt the girl’s wetness trickle down onto her hands and absorbed the shock of the girl’s flailing legs on either side of her. When she was done, Rhonda passed out. Gail climbed back into the front seat and drove her home. Rhonda groggily awoke the next day on the couch, her husband standing over her.

“What the hell were you doing last night?” he demanded. “It’s was just a girl’s night in kind of thing,” she said when a sharp pain seized her forehead. “Are you hung over?” he asked. “No, no,” she muttered. “What shall I pack you for lunch?” At this return to her normal self, Greg felt comforted. He told her what he wanted for lunch and then went on with his morning. He left for work feeling confident and progressive because he let his wife have an innocent girl's night out. Shortly after he left, Gail arrived.

Unlike Rhonda, she looked chipper and happy. “Have a good night?” Gail joked. “Oh! I don’t remember a thing after that third glass of wine…” “Really?” Gail pondered this. “Well, I got you a present last night.” “I seem to remember something about a present…” “This is just some bubble-bath. Why don’t you go relax and let me make you some breakfast?” Rhonda gladly agreed and drew herself a luxurious bath. A bit later, Gail knocked at the door and entered. The room was filled with a delicious, sweet scent. Rhonda slender legs looked magical peaking put from the suds. Even parts of her huge breasts were exposed through the bubbles. “I’ve been thinking about last night…” Rhonda mentioned. “Yes?” “I think I want you to do part of it again.” “Part of what?” Gail asked, acting nonchalant. “The part with your tongue. Why don’t you get into this bath tub with me?”

Gail was naked before Rhonda could say another word. In the bathtub, Gail wrapped her legs around Rhonda’s waist. Rhonda reached below the water and played with the intricate folds of skin that made up Gail’s pussy. Gail sighed as Rhonda innocently explored. “Show me how.” Rhonda said. “Eat my pussy and I’ll eat yours.” “Rhonda!” Gail was surprised at the girl’s forcefulness. “Please,” Rhonda said and smiled. Gail eagerly pulled Rhonda’s hips out of the water, which caused water to splash onto the floor. Rhonda held herself up while Gail licked the girl’s clean pussy. After teasing her clit for a few minutes, Gail soon felt the warm, thick juice smear from the girl’s pussy onto her chin.
Eyeing a long, thick-handled scrub brush on the edge of the tub, Gail paused long enough to dip the handle into the water and slip it into the girl’s hungry cunt. “Unh!” Rhonda grunted. “Yeah. Push it way in. Oh, that’s good!” Gail did as she was told. She soon found herself struggling with the girl over the brush, as Rhonda clenched it with her pussy muscles. But once again, Gail was able to make those few extra thrusts that pushed Rhonda over the edge. Her cries of passion echoed off the tiled bathroom walls and her cum juice swirled in oily arabesques in the waves her undulations created. Gail let Rhonda’s hips sink down into the water again. Rhonda opened her eyes. “I think that was a pretty good example,” she stated wryly. She moved toward Gail and lifted the woman onto the first step of the big tub. Gail’s deep pink pussy rested half in and half out of the water. With her chin partially in the water, Rhonda began licking the woman’s clit. She also licked up and down the shaven sides of Gail’s pussy lips and even worked her tongue into those delicate little nooks and crannies she found was she was fingering the woman moments earlier.

It had been a long time for Gail and she felt like she was in seventh heaven. Just when she couldn’t get any more turned on, she felt the girl pinching her nipple; it was a wonderful combination of a small, sharp pain and a big, wet pleasure. Gail felt the girl searching for the opening of her cunt with her fingers. Tilting her hips up, four of the girl’s fingers slithered into the woman’s hungry cunt. Rhonda, instinctively, inserted her hand palm-up and curled the tips of her fingers toward her. The result was on-target. Gail cried out and shook: Rhonda had found her g-spot. From there, Rhonda was relentless. She thrashed the woman’s spot and felt its spongy spring as she hit it, repeatedly, with her fingers. She then got to feel the pull of a pussy as it clamps down on its suitor. She felt her fingers repeatedly drawn in by the woman’s cunt muscles; drawing her back to the spot that gave Gail the maximum pleasure.

Gail’s orgasm was a long time in the making. Her cries grew longer and louder, her nipples became a brighter shade of pink, her skin started to glow, her clit visibly grew as Rhonda sucked and nibbled on it. Rhonda was so content and focused on maintaining a strict, mind-blowing pattern that she was shocked and a little frightened by Gail’s sudden orgasm. “Holy fuck!” Gail screamed and smashed Rhonda’s face into her pussy. Rhonda slammed her fingers even harder into the woman’s cervix. It didn’t matter now exactly where shit hit, as long as she kept spearing into the woman’s cunt. Utterly exhausted, Gail slid back into the tub. “Good thing I took you to that party,” Gail volleyed. “Good thing you know where to get more of those toys,” Rhonda replied.