1 comments/ 28483 views/ 1 favorites The New Laurie By: nowunuknow Copyright ©, 2006. All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. Contains adult content. * Throughout a person's life, there come any number of potential epiphanies and character-changing events. The challenge is to recognize those opportunities, because they appear unannounced, camouflaged as everyday occurrences. I had one of those moments recently, and the trigger came to me via the Internet. I make it a point to read my e-mail messages the first thing after arriving at my office in Philadelphia, where I am a lady lawyer for an international marketing consulting firm. My field of specialty is European trade and intellectual property law. After booting up the PC, there were six new messages in my In-basket: two from current clients; one from a prospect with whom I had been corresponding for several weeks; and an inter-office group memo from George Margate, the senior partner, announcing the promotion of another lawyer to junior partner. That stung a little bit, because I thought that I would soon make junior partner, but somehow a male associate got the promotion ahead of me. 'Ah, well,' I said to myself. 'You've had bigger disappointments, Laurie. Just keep on chugging.' Then the fifth message caught me completely by surprise. It was like a message from a world that no longer existed for me. The sender's name was Mike Alessi, an old friend with whom I hadn't spoken in over eight years. 'Hello, Laurie, I hope that you still remember my name. Judy and I still reminisce about those great times in Philly with you and Jerry. How about that time in Fiore's when we got drunk on Chianti, and went way beyond the antipasto? But that's not the point. The reason I'm writing to you is that I have my own consulting firm now, and we are sponsoring a seminar in Napa, CA, this coming March (see the attached file of our announcement flyer). To round out the program, we are looking for a specialist in Eastern European marketing and business law for one of the breakout sessions. I did a search on Google for speaker candidates, and one of the hits was Ms. Laurie Simpson, LLP, a hot babe from my past. Judy works with me now as a facilitator and administrative assistant, and she and I would really like to see you and Jerry again. How about you doing a piece of the seminar, and then while you are in California, you and Jerry could spend the following weekend with Judy and me? Please call me at this number, if you're interested. Call even if you're not – would love to chat about old times, and please give our regards to Jerry. Still thinking of those great times together in Philly, Mike' I leaned back in my chair, stunned and thinking, 'My God! Mike and Judy never heard what happened to Jerry. How could that have happened?' Then I realized how many people from my past still did not know what happened to Jerry, and how it almost crushed my life. Tears quickly came to my eyes, reminding me that I still had not totally recovered from that horrible day - now almost two years ago - when Jerry took his Harley out for the first ride of the spring, and had his fatal accident. I blinked and wiped my eyes with a tissue, and tried to re-focus my mind on something more pleasant. Mike's recollection of the good times we had together back in the early '90's was a good place to start. I first met Mike and his wife Judy in 1992, when he was working on his MBA at Wharton at the same time that Jerry – then my live-in boyfriend, who eventually became my husband – and I were studying at the U Penn law school. Mike and Judy rented a second floor apartment in a three-decker on the same block as our third-floor walk-up. We two couples became good friends during those three academic years. Well, actually, good friends is an understatement – there were a couple of times when the four of us got to drinking more than we should, and our parties got pretty hot. However, after graduation, in spite of our intentions to maintain our friendships, our lives diverged. Mike and Judy left for the hi-tech bucks and mellow life style of Silicon Valley, California, while Jerry and I settled down in suburban Philadelphia, PA, and began our law practices. In 2002, Jerry got that damned Harley Electra-Glide - black, not blue, but I still can't talk about it. Since Jerry's death, my professional career has recovered and prospered, but not my social life. It's not that I haven't tried the singles and ex's dating scenes, nor is it that I am unattractive. But it seems that when I reply to the question, 'So, Laurie, what is it that you do?' all the eligible males find excuses to go elsewhere. Lawyer jokes and some unethical practitioners have warped our culture against the profession. Since I recently passed the BIG FOUR-OH age milestone, I had to reluctantly accept the fact that my life outside of work would be predictable and monotonous. And the sex life for the now mature Laurie would be even more mediocre. But Mike's e-mail changed that, and started me on a surprising path. The idea of reuniting with Mike and Judy, as well as an escape from the winter blahs of Pennsylvania, appealed to me. I felt that I really needed to have some relief from the work pressures, and just have some fun, like in the old days. I wondered, though, if my being a widow would make a difference to Mike and Judy. I called Mike back, and informed him about Jerry's death and why it would be impossible for us to have a reunion. While trying to fill Mike in on the details of Jerry's death, I burst into tears. Mike, bless his heart, talked with me for almost an hour and eventually convinced me that Jerry's absence made no difference. He and Judy still wanted me for the seminar, and that we three could still have a good time together. We negotiated that I would be responsible for a four-hour breakout session each afternoon of the three-day seminar, in which I would relate my firm's experience in establishing an office in Macedonia. I would also offer some hands-on training for marketers and investors to learn the legalities and subtleties of doing business within the Balkan culture. Later that day, Judy called me to say how sorry she was to learn about Jerry, but how exciting it would be to reunite with an old friend. She said that she had reserved a room for me from Tuesday through the weekend in the Marriott Hotel in Napa, where the seminar would be held. We also went over some logistical details on what I would need for my breakout session. I worked hard on my seminar presentation, and thought that I was well-prepared when I flew out to San Francisco, checking into the Marriott on Tuesday afternoon, the day before the seminar. Through e-mail and telephone arrangements made with Judy, who was acting as the seminar facilitator, I knew that my breakout session was to be located in a conference room off the main seminar area. I needed to set up a computer-driven video presentation system, along with a network of laptop PC's to be used by the students in their training workshop sessions. All those details required considerable setup time. "No problem, Laurie," Judy told me, when we discussed details the week prior to the seminar. "We've done lots of those kinds of setups. We'll get it done the Tuesday afternoon before the seminar opening on Wednesday, no sweat." However, Murphy's Law - which says that if anything can go wrong, it will go wrong - struck. After unpacking, Judy met me in the seminar area off the lobby. Judging by the frown on her face, I didn't think that our first meeting was going to be that happy. Nevertheless, she did manage a smile and gave me a tight hug. "Oh, Laurie, it's so good to see you again," Judy exclaimed. "How is your room? I reserved two adjoining suites, so Mike's and my room is right next to yours." "My room is just fine, Judy," I replied. "Is Mike busy with conference preparations? You look kind of frazzled." "Frazzled doesn't begin to describe how I feel," she sighed. "I only wish that we could have reunited on a better day. First off, yesterday Mike had a client demanding to see him immediately in Santa Clara, so he won't get here until Friday night. Then the Chardonnay conference room, in which your presentation was supposed to be held, had a fire sprinkler system failure last night, and the chairs, carpet, and everything are soaking wet. We're going to have to switch you into the Merlot room, where the JSI seminar is being held at the moment. Unfortunately, we'll have to wait until their seminar is over today before we can begin to set up your PC's and network them." "It says on the lobby bulletin board that they are planning to go until six tonight," I replied. But Judy, bless her heart, had a good alternative. "Look," she said. "The staff here in the hotel will clear out the room after the JSI meeting concludes, and then they can do the basic table arrangement, including placing all the PC hardware for us. There's no reason why you and I can't enjoy an early dinner. I've made reservations at the Culinary Institute of America, and afterwards, we can see some of the sights of Napa while we're waiting for the room to get set up. We'll be back at the hotel by 8:30, and I'll help you set up the computer cabling. I'm experienced with small office networking anyway." There really was nothing else that I could do, and I had heard how good the CIA restaurant was, so I tried to make the best of it. I decided to take a jet lag nap, agreeing to join Judy in the lobby a little before 6:00. She mentioned that the CIA was a dressy restaurant, which gave me an opportunity to use the sexy little black dress and accessories that I had bought especially for this California vacation. Underneath the dress, with its short hemline and low neck line, I wore a black lace half-bra with matching high-leg panties, along with thigh-high stockings. For jewelry to complete the effect, I put in new yellow gold ear pins with three princess-cut blue topaz stones, and hung a single larger topaz stone from a tiny gold chain around my neck. The final articles, after a French fragrance was applied to ear lobes and bosom, were black strappy sandals with three-inch heels. When I looked in the full-length mirror before leaving my room to rendezvous with Judy in the lobby, I felt quite feminine and sexy, one of the few times in a long while. Judy had changed out of her daytime blouse and pants suit into a dark blue knit dress, whose hemline made mine look like a midi-skirt. Every curve on her full-figured body was accentuated by the clingy dress, and she had piled her hair on the top of her head, with curls spilling out from an antique Spanish tortoise shell comb. Her graceful neck was further complimented by dangling earrings of silver filigree and semi-precious stones. But it was her eyes that somehow really got to me. She had generously applied mascara on her long lashes, and her lids and lower brows were brushed with a grey-blue shadow. When we met in the lobby and looked into each other's eyes, something inside me clicked like never before. I think that Judy felt it, too. "Laurie, you have to be the best looking lawyer that I have ever seen," she said. "You look outstanding in that dress. I've always admired tall and slender women like you, with nice, but small breasts, and long, sexy legs. I'm more like a Renoir model – short, with plump boobs and large butt. If we put our bodies together, we'd make quite a pair, don't you think?" I was used to men making suggestive remarks to me, and I kind of liked to flirt with them as well. But I wasn't quite sure what Judy was implying – it could have been the kind of innocent remark Californians make these days, or was she coming on to me? I decided to test the waters, so to speak, and smiled seductively at her while replying. "Well, I suppose, Judy, that all of us women secretly harbor the desire for a figure that's different from the one nature gave us. There have been many times when I wished that my boobs and ass were as buxom as yours." Judy drove us to the restaurant in her cute little Mazda Miata, and it felt wonderfully free to be riding with the top down on a balmy spring evening, while back home it was still frigid and gray. But the real experience was the dinner! The evening menu consisted of an appetizer of fresh water mussels sautéed in white wine, shallots and herbs, followed by an entrée of tenderloin of doe, with a rich, dark sauce and Shitake mushrooms. It was served with garden fresh broccoli, steamed to just the right tenderness, and garnished with herbal butter. Judy and I shared a half-bottle of chilled Chardonnay with the mussels, and then switched to an outstanding Pinot Noir with the red meat. For dessert, we indulged with peaches flambé, concluding with a small marc. I hadn't had a dinner like that in years, and Judy was a vivacious companion. We chatted easily, and the wine and elegant atmosphere soon had us sharing our stories of the most romantic dinners we had. On the drive back to the Marriott, I noticed how clear the night sky was, and the abundance of stars. We were still somewhat wine-giddy when we arrived at the Merlot room in the hotel, to begin our evening setup work. Impulsively, Judy detoured to the hotel dining room, where she had the maitre-d' fetch us a bottle of red and two glasses. "There's no sense in not enjoying ourselves while we're working tonight," she giggled. "Mary Poppins may have been correct for children with a spoonful of sugar, but for us women, we'll get the job done with some good vino." She poured us each a glass, which we sipped as we examined the conference room. The hotel staff had done all their work as promised. They had arranged six long tables into three rows, with a center aisle facing the speaker lectern and projection screen. Two laptop PC's were situated on the ends of each table, making a total of twelve student computers, plus my speaker PC and a video projection system, to connect into a network. "Well done, Judy," I said appreciatively. "Everything is just as I wanted it. Now all we have to do is get ac power to each PC, and get the Ethernet cables hooked up. If all goes well, we should be through in about an hour." The help had provided a daisy chain of heavy duty orange extension cords for each side of the room, plugged into outlets on the front wall. At each table was a plug-in power strip, so all we had to do was plug in the AC power adapter for each laptop. I had FedEx'd to the hotel a collection of coaxial cables for the Ethernet network, and each PC had to have its individual T-connection to the coax cable that ran up the center aisle to my laptop, which would operate as the network server. Judy and I finished our first glass of wine, and she began connecting the AC adapters on the right side, while I took the left. It didn't take long to discover our first glitch of the night. "Dammit!" Judy exclaimed after she had bent down to plug in the first adapter. "This dress is too tight for me to work on the floor. I should have thought ahead and brought some shorts or jeans to wear for this kind of work." I encountered the same difficulty when I bent my knees to reach the extension cord. "I'm not ruining this dress," I said. "And you shouldn't either, Judy. We'll just have to do this early tomorrow morning, although that doesn't leave any time margin for hookup problems." "I have an idea," said Judy. "But before I suggest it, better have another glass of wine." She re-filled our glasses, and we took good sized sips before I asked her what she had in mind. Grinning mischievously, she walked to the conference room door, and locked it. After returning to the first row table, where she had been working, she set down her wine glass and proceeded to unzip the back of her dress. She tugged the tight mini-dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. I gasped, and then giggled as she held out her arms to display her body, now clad only in a lacy bra, thong panties, and thigh-high stockings. Seeing her ample cleavage in the front, and her virtually nude derriere in the back had my insides tingling with sexual attraction. "Voila!" Judy laughed earthily. "What the well-dressed and sexy IT nerd should wear. C'mon, Laurie; the door's locked, and we have work to do. Let's see you get out of that party dress and down to your work clothes." I giggled at the audacity of the scene, and proceeded to take off my dress as well. There must be some of the exhibitionist in all of us, especially when there is some risk in the situation as well. I got down to my work, literally, but more than once I found myself sneaking peaks at Judy's almost bare ass, while she was on her hands and knees connecting cables. I also found myself wondering if she were sneaking peeks at me; I hoped that she was. With no clothing restrictions, we quickly had each PC powered up. We celebrated that achievement with another glass of wine before proceeding on to the networking step. That glass put both of us well into the tiddly stage on the sobriety scale, and soon every little thing we did, or whatever difficulty that came up, caused us to giggle and laugh. The Ethernet cabling was trickier than the power hookup, and our alcohol-misted co-ordination did not help matters. Our conversation became more and more filled with earthy words and phrases, sounding like more like male second shift construction workers than 'nice girls.' Finally, by ten o'clock, all the PC's had been powered up, networked together, and individually checked out. Of course, this was sufficient reason for another celebratory glass of vino, which was greedily swallowed, not sipped. The final step in the room setup was getting the video projection box connected to my master PC in the front of the room. Judy worked on the projector in the back of the room, while I struggled with the 'Video Output' connections on my laptop. She told me to try it out, and I started up my Power Point slide presentation. A couple of clicks of the 'Enter' key on my laptop had my first slide displayed in brilliant color on my laptop screen. I looked over my shoulder at the large screen, confidently expecting to see a duplicate, but larger image. Nothing. We must have tried half a dozen different attempts to fix the problem, but none of them had any positive results. The more we tried, the more anxious and clumsy we became. Finally, Judy suggested that we disconnect every thing to the projector and my PC; then re-connect and re-boot. Wonder upon wonders, this time we got a perfect image on the screen! I was so relieved that everything was working, thanks to Judy's efforts. "Judy, you're a genius!" I exclaimed, as I rushed to her and gave her a big hug. "I could just kiss you in gratitude." "Well, why don't you?" she replied, and she pressed her lips against mine. Not lightly, like a conventional woman-to-woman peck to show social affection. This was a sensual, open-mouth, romantic kiss of the type reserved for lovers. The feeling that came over me was electric. My insides instantly warmed and tingled with sexual arousal, and I responded to Judy's kiss. I embraced her with more feeling, and my lips returned her kiss with hot passion. She must have felt that same electricity as well, and she began to nibble on my lower lip, and then explore behind my teeth with her tongue. At the same time, I felt her hands caressing my bare back below my bra, then moving up to run her fingers in my hair to pull me ever more tightly into a lovers' kiss of sensual rapture. Eventually, we had to draw breath, and our mouths separated. My head was spinning with conflicting thoughts at that moment. Our kiss and embrace had obviously triggered my pent-up appetite for sex, but the person who turned me on was another woman! Oh, while in college, I had once experimented with 'crossing to the other side of the street' with one of my dorm friends, but in all my adult life I had never experienced this much attraction for a woman. One side of my head cautioned me to stop what we were doing, while the other was urging me on to go to still more heights of pleasure. It was Judy who made up my mind. The New Laurie "Laurie," she said breathlessly. "I'm not certain if you're thinking what I'm thinking right now. Maybe it's the wine and the California night, but right now I very much want to make love with you." She didn't give me time to respond with words. Rather, she looked lustfully into my eyes, and began kissing me once again, her tongue hungrily exploring my mouth. I felt her soft, cool hand slide under my bra cup to touch my breast and nipple. It felt wonderful, and I began to caress and massage her bare back below her bra strap, working my hand down past the elastic top of her thong panties, so I could feel the cheek of her ass. I marveled at how soft and silky her skin was – so much different from a man's, with his muscles and hair. Likewise, her fingers that were rubbing my breast and arousing my nipple were so marvelously soft and light. Her touch made me shiver all over. I felt her pushing me back toward a table, until I was leaning backward over its surface. I had to let go of her and support myself with my arms behind my back and my hands on the table. My breasts and pelvis were thrust forward from this posture, allowing Judy considerable liberty to pleasure my body. She pulled her mouth away from mine, and slid her moist lips down my neck, to my shoulders, and finally to the cleavage between my breasts. She looked up into my eyes and smiled at me, while she unhooked my front-closing bra and let it hang from my arms. I gasped in astonishment, but made no attempt to stop her as she stared at my naked breasts. Already my nipples were firm and enlarged, and she circled her tongue lightly around my aureoles. I felt as if I were watching a sexy love scene in a movie, only in slow motion. The rational part of my mind was telling me to call a halt to this scene, but my insides felt almost molten and I was unable to resist Laurie's lovemaking. "I'm going to suck and kiss your tits, Laurie," she whispered huskily. "Then I'm going to pull down your pants and eat your pussy." "Oh, God, Judy," I moaned. "What are you doing? What if someone comes in?" "The door's locked, Laurie. And what we're doing is enjoying each other, which right now means that I want to lick and suck all of your body. And I want you to do the same to me later. But I claim first dibs." My head was spinning, somewhat from the wine, but mostly from the spectacle of being almost naked in a hotel conference room, and the thought that another woman was going to make love to me. It was almost as if someone other than myself was commanding me to comply with Judy's directions. Dumbly, I let the straps of my bra slide down my arms and dropped it on the table. Judy immediately began to hungrily lick my breasts and suck my nipples. Reflexively, I moaned from the pleasure of the feeling. I tangled my fingers in her hair to pull her face tighter against me, and I braced my buttocks against the table so that I could arch my back and feel even more aroused. Judy continued her sensual assault on my breasts until I was panting and moaning audibly. I was concerned that someone might hear me, yet at the same time, I sensed that by making sounds I was getting myself even further aroused. The conflict and tension about the outrageous things we were doing, and the risks of getting caught, only turned me on even more. My inner self had crossed over a line, and at that moment I wanted sexual gratification more than I could ever recall. But eventually, the pressure of the table top cutting into my buttocks, and the realization that there was a wonderful king-size bed upstairs in my room, made me pull Judy away from her erotic arousal. Judy agreed that continuation of our lovemaking would be better upstairs, but only after she made me strip off my panties, so that I was wearing only my stockings and heels. She did the same, and we admired and complimented each other's nude beauty before we put on our dresses (sans underwear). We turned off the power to the PC's, and doused the lights in the conference room. Judy locked the door, and we eagerly and excitedly hurried to the elevator to get to my room. When we were alone in the elevator, and while it silently lifted us to the sixth floor, Judy grinned and slid her hand up under my dress to rub her palm against my pussy and eventually insert her finger into my vagina. I squealed with delight, which prompted her to kneel down and lick my labia. "Ooh!" she said. "You are so wet and excited, Laurie, and your pussy honey tastes so salty sweet." My knees were rubbery by the time the elevator reached our floor, and Judy had to steady me on the walk to my room. We had agreed that we would go to our separate rooms, to avoid suspicion, and then unlock the adjoining inside door between the rooms. Once we were both in my room, we giggled and unzipped our dresses, eager to get close to each other on the great big bed. I yanked the spread off, and pulled down the blanket and top sheet. I wanted nothing to obstruct my view of Judy's sexy body, nor entangle us as we greedily and lustily enjoyed the taste and feel of our bodies. As I caressed, massaged, and fingered Judy's soft curves and hairless skin, I began to understand why men go so gaga over female bodies. They simply feel, taste, and smell better than a man's. Judy's soft hands, tender fingers, and sweet kisses on my body were better, too. As I lay on my back with my legs spread open invitingly, she drove me wild with passion by slowly and patiently getting me aroused. Being a woman, she knew what would send me soaring, and she expertly paced her stimulation, rather than switching techniques too quickly, or moving to other places on my body. Jerry and I used to include oral sex liberally in our lovemaking, but getting eaten by a female was especially exciting for me. Perhaps it was the novelty of the scene, but I don't believe so. Rather, I think it was the lightness of her touch and kisses, and the leisurely pace that she used. Jerry was too used to tonguing my pussy to get me to climax to an orgasm, so that then he felt it was OK to start fucking me for his own pleasure. Of course, that was nice, and I always enjoyed having him inside of me after I had my orgasm, but with Judy, I was raised to another level of sexual excitement. And she could sustain me at that level. That first night, I must have had three orgasms, and I reciprocated to give Judy at least two. By then, it was well past one o'clock, and Judy and I had been making love for over two hours. We fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted, but tremendously satisfied. Fortunately, the first morning of the seminar was focused on registration and opening sessions. My session didn't begin until after lunch. Judy and I did manage to get up, shower, and make our public appearances without raising any suspicion (at least, I think so). Before she left my bed to return to her room, Judy kissed me once more. "I had a wonderful time last night, Laurie," she said. "For the day, we both have jobs to do. But I want to sleep with you again tonight. How do you feel about that?" I returned her kiss warmly. "And I want to sleep with you, too, Judy," I replied. Surprisingly, I was very sharp, alert, and with it during my seminar session in the afternoon. The attendees gave me high marks on the evaluation sheets. To avoid generating any gossip or suspicion, Judy and I had agreed that I should have dinner with the seminar host, who had invited me, along with the other presenters, to a private dinner in the hotel. One of the other presenters, a thirty-something from Cupertino, CA, tried to put moves on me at the dinner table. He not too subtly hinted that it had been one of his fantasies to make it with a woman in her forties, and would I grant him his wish. I gave him a firm and definite absolutely not, and that gave me a good excuse to leave the dinner party early, to rendezvous with Judy. She took me to a small, exclusive night spot in St. Helena, a city north of Napa in the valley. It took me a few minutes after sitting down in the place to realize that there were only female customers. Judy giggled, and informed me that every Wednesday night was Ladies' Night in this bar, so no one would think anything about the two of us together. She ordered tequila shots for us, and we joined the boisterous regulars in hooting and whistling at the male strippers who were the evening's entertainment. The women in the bar ranged from young professionals in their twenties to motherly types in their fifties, all sharing the common thread of enjoying frivolous and bawdy adult entertainment. The strippers were very good-looking – athletic bodies, chiseled facial features, and perfect-teeth smiles. The tables were arranged so that the strippers performed in the center, giving the women at every table the opportunity to slip bills into the thong jockstraps of the entertainers. After my second shot, Judy coaxed me to work up enough courage to wave a twenty at a real hunk, after he had stripped down to his jock. He noticed me waving the money, winked, and sidled up to our table, giving me a personal bump and grind of his pelvic area about two feet from my face. Blushing with embarrassment from the raucous shouting and encouragement of the women (especially Judy), I gingerly pulled open the top of his g-string with my left hand, and slid my right hand (holding the twenty dollar bill) into the pouch. My fingers felt his pubic hair, followed by grasping his flaccid cock. I gave him one quick squeeze, and jerked my hand back into my lap. The guy laughed and went over to the next table, soliciting more bills from other horny ladies. We left the place after nine-thirty, and, on an impulse, I asked Judy if there were any sex stores for women nearby. I explained that I had been curious for some time, and had logged onto some websites to look, but had never ordered anything. She drove us back toward Napa, and on the highway a little ways out of town we stopped at an Adult Novelty store. Its lighted display sign announced that it sold XXX videos, books, and marital aids. Once inside the store, Judy took us to a section in the back, marked 'Especially for Women.' There was even a nicely dressed saleslady, in her late thirties I guessed. Judy explained that I was a first time customer, and wanted to look at what she called a traveler's starter set. The salesperson, who introduced herself as Cassandra, smiled understandingly, and ushered us over to a glass-fronted cabinet, filled with lotions, novelty condoms, vibrators, dildos, and butt plugs. "These days," she began. "With the security searches at the airports, the professional woman does not wish to call attention to herself by getting discovered with sex toys in her luggage. That is why we have worked with our Asian suppliers to come up with some very discrete items for persons like yourselves. Here is something you might like as a starter piece in your toy collection." She handed me what appeared to be a ubiquitous electric hair curling brush, with power cord and a rather thick handle and center shaft, around which the bristles of the brush were fastened. Smiling, she twisted the black knob at the front of the brush, and pulled the handle from the bristles, extracting a red plastic dildo, about eight inches long. She laid the pieces on the counter for me to examine. "This will easily pass luggage searches," said Cassandra. "And its three-speed motor is very powerful. I have one of these myself, and I guarantee you that it gives a woman some of the best orgasms of her life. Its size and length is nice, too. Large enough for the vagina, yet it can be used comfortably for anal pleasure as well. Or, if you prefer something that is more purse-sized, I recommend this silver bullet vibrator over here. Small, but highly effective." We looked around some more, mostly out of curiosity, but I settled on the curling brush/dildo. At the salesperson's recommendation, we also bought some condoms in fluorescent colors, so that we could share the toy, along with some flavored slippery lotions to try on each other. The store even had its own ATM machine, so that I could use my credit card without any concern about having my monthly billing show what purchases I made or where. Just before leaving, Judy had the saleswoman show us a double-ended dildo, with a bendable spine in the middle to allow a variety of mutually satisfying positions. Cassandra looked at me. "Have you ever been fucked by a woman with a strap-on?" she asked. I blushed and shook my head. "From my experience, this is far better than a strap-on," the lady said. "My partner and I use it in any number of positions, and we often have our orgasms simultaneously. That has to be one of the best sensations on this earth." Judy looked into my eyes, grinning mischievously. "I'll take one, and tomorrow I'll let you know if you're correct, Cassandra." "Have a great night, ladies," she said, smiling as we left the store. "That we will," I laughed, and waved goodbye. We drove back to the Marriott after stopping at a wine shop for a bottle, and I hurried to my room to change into a nightgown, and then go to Judy's room. I felt like a newlywed bride as I stripped down to my bra and panties. I thought about what Judy and I were doing, as I looked at myself in the mirror, and questioned my conduct. How should I feel about being attracted to Judy, and does she really want to fuck me with her new dildo? I realized that she was married to Mike, and debated internally whether her sex with me was cheating on him. I decided to discuss this conflict with Judy, before satisfying any more of my lust for her. I knocked on the door between rooms, and walked in. Judy was completely nude, and I thrilled to see her naked breasts, with their large nipples and dark brown aureoles. I noticed and admired that she had shaved her pubic region sometime during the day. She told me that she did it as a treat for me. I had always wanted to do that, but never worked up the gumption. I shook my head and blinked my eyes, to bring me back from the distraction of her sexy look, and talk to Judy about my reservations of her cheating on Mike. Judy listened attentively, but gave me a reassuring smile and light kiss. "Oh, Laurie," she said. "Mike and I have a rather open marriage. We had to realize that he is on the road a lot, and both of us have pretty hefty sexual appetites. I've found that it's less conflicting with me to get it on with another woman, so that's what I do. You're not the first female partner I've had, Laurie, but tonight, you're the one whom I really, really want. I love Mike, but I lust for you. Now, take everything off, lie back on the bed, and let's try out our new toys." I did as she directed, and soon we were entangled on the bed. Our second night together was even more passionate, and I reveled in her soft, gentle hands that massaged my entire body, from feet to head. I trembled with desire when I felt her finger and thumb tease my clit, then finally go into my wet vagina. I spread my legs wider, and lifted them to rest on her shoulders, as Judy knelt down and licked my pussy. My moans of pleasure grew louder and more frequent, until my body was shaking with that yearning pleasure/pain of reaching one's first climax. Judy sensed my coming as well, and slowed down her stimulation of me, but quickened the pace any time she felt me slipping from that plateau of near-orgasm. "Oh, God!" I exclaimed between gasps of air. "Oh, please, Judy, make me come! I can't stand much more." "Yes, you can," I heard her reply from somewhere beyond my erotic fog. "We're going to even greater heights of pleasure, my sweet, sweet Laurie." I moaned with disappointment when Judy stopped finger-fucking me and got off the bed to reach for my new dildo/vibrator and a condom from an open package. After slipping the latex over the plastic cock, she liberally covered it with a flavored lubricant. "Now, my beautiful Laurie," she whispered. "Roll over onto your knees, and show me that tight little ass of yours. I want to play with your new toy for a while." Judy had me totally in her control, and I knelt in the center of the bed, my face buried in a pillow. I sensed what Judy was going to do with that dildo, and part of me wanted to stop her, while another part of me was eager to have her open me to new sexual experiences. Judy knelt behind me and liberally applied the lubricant around and in my vagina and ass. I gasped when I felt the sudden feeling of penetration when Judy pushed the buzzing, vibrating dildo into my ass. She excited my clit with her fingers while gradually pushing the dildo against the resistance of my sphincters, until I could relax and enjoy that unusual feeling. All at once, I felt the faux cock slide into me, and I cried out loudly from the pleasure that it gave me. "Oh, my God that feels so good!" I cried. "Please, fuck me some more. I want to be fucked as hard as you can," I begged. Judy's response was to thrust the dildo still deeper into me, while at the same time, her hands stimulated my clit and vagina. God, it felt wonderful. I moaned with desire, and began to play with my nipples. Just then Judy surprised me by giving the cheek of my ass a hard slap. The stinging sharp pain only served to heighten my pleasure, and I hungrily pushed back into her hand which held the dildo. I was quickly reaching my climax, but I wanted to kiss Judy as I came. I grabbed the dildo with my hand and rolled over onto my back, keeping the humming cock deep inside my ass. With my other hand, I pulled Judy down on top of me, so that my eager lips and tongue could contact her sweet mouth. Judy understood what I wanted, and she must have wanted to kiss me as well. I felt her tongue slide between my lips and explore my mouth. I opened wider to have her tongue me as deeply as she wished. We continued to kiss each other, while I was getting fucked by my new sex toy and Judy's fingers. I was reaching heights of sexual passion I never felt before. Finally, I came with a huge, fiery flash, and my hips thrust wildly against my wonderful artificial cock. I fantasized that I was a captive slave somewhere, and my master had given me over to a well-built, handsome man, and commanded me to give him all the pleasure he wished. I was more than willing. Judy let me continue to act out my fantasy for a few more minutes, before she pulled out the vibrator and moved away from the bed. I mewed with disappointment, but then I saw her grin at me while she inserted the two-headed dildo into her own pussy. When she returned to me, I was looking at a beautiful nude female with a luscious, eight-inch erect cock. I first gasped, and then began to giggle. "Oh, sir, you look awesome!" I exclaimed. "I could never say no to a hard cock, and I want you to fuck me with that thing." The double dildo was everything that Cassandra, the sex store salesperson, promised. Judy and I each got to feel a hard cock inside ourselves, while at the same time, we could kiss freely and feel each other's breasts and nipples brushing against our own. The missionary position was made for two women and a double dildo. After we had nearly exhausted ourselves with our two-way fucks, Judy initiated me to the Shaved Beaver club, trimming off all my pussy hair. It was yet another step into what was beginning to feel like a new phase of my life. That night, Judy and I shared her bed, and in the morning, I returned to my room via the inside door to shower, dress, and give another day's presentation at the seminar. To the outside world, Judy was simply the facilitator for the event, subbing for Mike, and I was one of several presenters. This made me less nervous about having our relationship exposed, and ruining her career and mine. That discovery never happened, but something did occur on Thursday evening that was more than a little startling. As we did on Wednesday evening after the day's seminar had concluded, Judy and I discreetly went separate ways for dinner, promising each other that we would rendezvous again in my room after 9:30 that night. I went with four other seminar attendees to a Japanese steak house, where the customers are seated around a grill and are entertained by a chef expertly chopping meat and vegetables, deftly flipping them onto various plates. One gentleman in the group, Leonard, was quite nice, and, if Judy had not been on my mind so strongly, I might have been tempted to flirt with him and encourage his attentions. The California evenings and Napa Valley wines were having powerful effects on my mind and body. The New Laurie I returned to my room at the hotel later than I had promised, closer to ten. After refreshing myself and, as they say in the movies and romance novels, 'slipped into something more comfortable,' I knocked on the inside door to Judy's room. Judy was impatiently waiting for my return, and she quickly bolted into my room from hers, leaving her clothes lying on the floor, with the TV running. I noticed that she had been watching a porn movie from the hotel selection list. The moans, sighs, and background music that those films always play during the intercourse scenes only heightened the lust I felt for Judy. She must have felt the same way, only more so, from watching the scenes as well as hearing their sounds, for she eagerly stripped off her bra and panties, and begged me to do the same. Judy and I were as hot and passionate as any honeymooners, which in some ways we were. At least getting it on with another woman was a first for me. For the initial lust-making session, Judy wanted to be the pro-active partner. I was willing to be the receptor, and I reclined on the bed, with my back propped up with several pillows. I opened my legs, inviting Judy to eat my pussy and lick my clit. Like lovers who learn quickly the what's and how's that most please each other, she and I soon had me moaning and ultimately screaming with ecstasy from her onslaught of tonguing, caresses, and fingering, until I had my first orgasm. After coming down from that sexual high, Judy and I reversed roles and positions. Judy was very passionate that night, even more so than the two previous nights. It delighted me that she found my lovemaking so stimulating and satisfying, and I concentrated on getting her over the top a second time, after she had noisily climaxed once from my kissing and sucking her clit and fingering her vagina. The louder she cried out in arousal, the more I became excited as well. "Oh, God, Laurie," Judy exclaimed. "That feels so wonderful. Please make me come again." I put all my energy into granting Judy her wish, so much so that I never even heard footsteps behind me, or felt the presence of a third person in the room. Judy was lying on her back, legs spread wide to allow me to kneel between her legs and eat her pussy. I was busily engaged in timing my licks, sucks, and nipple twists with Judy's moans, when I felt a pair of hands grab my hips, and a hard cock was slipped into my sloppy wet vagina. Reflexively, I pulled my head off from Laurie's pussy, and I tried to turn my head to see who was fucking me. I felt the man's hand slide off my hip and wrap around my middle, while the other grabbed my hair and pushed my face back between Laurie's legs. I was pinned helplessly with my head against Laurie's pussy, and my vagina was getting fucked by a large, hard cock. And whoever it belonged to knew how to use it for maximum effect. I had noticed that Judy keeps her eyes closed while making love, concentrating on her inner feelings and possibly her favorite fantasies for that particular sexual activity. Because the man was thrusting his cock in and out of me, my head and tongue were being rhythmically pushed and retracted from contact with Judy's clit and labia. Also, my getting fucked made the bed rock even more than it had with just us two women, and that, too, was keeping Judy at a high. After the initial shock of feeling a cock inside me, I let my unknown cocksman take over, and I allowed my body to respond, savoring each deep thrust of his member, and his finger tickling my clit at the same time. Finally Judy opened her eyes and cried out in surprise. "Mike! Oh, my God! How did you get here?" Hearing Judy call out her husband's name gave me a shock as well. What was I supposed to do or say? There I was, sandwiched between husband and wife, my mouth and tongue giving it to Judy, and my ass and vagina servicing Mike. I tried to squirm out from under Mike and off of Judy. Mike laughed, and said, "Stay right where you are, Laurie. I want to finish what we've started. After all, it's only fair that if you get to make my wife climax, then I should be permitted to fuck you until I come." And that is what he did. Judy even helped him along by slipping out from under me and reversing direction on the bed, so that her head was directly between my knees, under my vagina. That placed her pussy under my head, and so I fantasized that I was some sort of sex toy with which Mike and Judy were playing. As Mike would thrust into me, I would press my tongue into Judy's pussy and lick her clit, and on the reverse pullout of Mike, I would try to mimic the same. Concurrently, Mike's cock was having the desired effect on my body, and I began to moan and cry out with passion. Mike was a very good cocksman back in grad school, and he hadn't lost any of his skills. He paced himself so that he did not come before I reached my orgasmic climax. When he felt me shuddering and contracting my vaginal muscles, he increased his stroking until I felt my insides being washed with his cum, just seconds before I hit my peak. I wanted to make Judy come as well, but the sensation of an orgasm did not let me. All that I could do was collapse with satisfied exhaustion on top of Judy's legs, my face in contact with her pussy. After some time, Mike withdrew his cock from me, and lay on his back on one side of the king-sized bed. That signaled Judy to crawl between his legs and gently lick his now flaccid cock, glistening with his and my fluids. He extended his arm on the pillow in the middle of the bed, inviting me to snuggle next to him with a warm and friendly grin. I nestled into his nice, masculine arm, at the same time unsure just what to say. "Hi, Mike. Long time no see," was all that came out from my post-coital dazed mind. "I hope you don't mind that Judy and I slept together." "How can I mind, Laurie?" he whispered in reply. "After all, I just fucked you." Mike slid over to the middle of the bed, and Judy nestled next to him on the opposite side from me. In response to Judy's and my questions, he explained that he had completed his work early with his Santa Clara client, and had driven up to Napa to surprise Judy, as well as help her with the seminar. "It was about 10:30 when I arrived," he said. "And the desk clerk gave me a key card to Judy's and my room. I let myself in and saw Judy's clothes strewn about, and the porno movie on the TV, and wondered what was going on. That was when I saw the door open into the next room, and I peeked in." Judy said, "So you saw Laurie and me making love. Sweetheart, why didn't you say something then?" "You two looked so beautiful together, and you both were obviously enjoying the moment. It's every man's fantasy to watch a woman have sex with another woman. I could sense that there was a real connection between you two at that moment, and I just wanted to enjoy it with you. So I watched until it got me so turned on that I had to do something to release my urges." Mike turned to me and kissed me on the forehead. "That's when I had the idea of fucking you, Laurie. I hope you didn't mind. And you, too, Judy. I hope that you didn't mind." Judy rolled over Mike's legs and kissed his cock before leaning over to kiss my lips. After that, she knelt between Mike's legs, and grinned at him. "Of course I don't mind, baby," she said. "But I am expecting some of the same action for my pussy. In a little while, I want to watch Laurie suck your cock to get it real hard and excited, and then she gets to watch you fuck me, like I watched you fuck her." I was more than willing to oblige, and it really was a turn-on to get a guy up with a raging hard-on, and then to see it used in another woman, especially a woman whom you love as well. While they fucked together, I played with my new dildo, and there were three orgasms shortly on that bed. The seminar had just the next day to go before it ended, and we continued with our little ménage a'trois on Friday and Saturday nights. Poor Mike was completely exhausted, as he learned what all males should understand: after each successive orgasm, a woman gets hungrier for another. So Laurie and I took good care of him when he was ready, and in the intervals between, we stimulated ourselves with sex toys, and sometimes entertained Mike with a performance with our double dildo. It was a melancholy departure when I finally had to say goodbye to Mike and Laurie that Sunday morning. They had to get back to their business in Santa Clara, and I had to return to Philadelphia. We promised each other that we would get together again soon, and reprise the newly discovered sexual side of us three. I think that deep down the three of us knew we would probably go back to our own worlds of business, and that pledge would be like so many 'we should really do this again soon' promises. But I knew that somehow that week had transformed me, and I had embarked on a new phase of my life. While waiting in the hotel lobby for the limo bus ride to take me from Napa to the San Francisco airport, I thought about the lovemaking and thinking how it would affect my future. That was when I noticed Leonard, the attractive man whom I met over Thursday dinner, looking at me. He is in his early fifties, I had learned, and had traveled to the seminar from Washington, D.C. He was sitting in a sofa across from me, also waiting for the limo. He noticed that I was lost in thought, but smiling over something wonderful. "The magic of the wine country must have touched you, too, Ms. Simpson." he said. "You had the look on your face that reminded me of my wife. We honeymooned here twenty-four years ago, and she felt changed. We returned almost every other year for another taste of Napa, to re-capture that feeling. When I learned of this seminar, I signed up, so that I could return once again, but it just wasn't the same." "And why is that?" I asked. "Wanda passed away almost three years ago. Cancer. I came back here to re-visit the place where so many good memories with her had been spent, in the hope that they would help me forget all those days in the hospital." He smiled, but it was a sad smile. "It's just not the same if you are here alone." The look in his face told it all. He had wanted and needed something, but it hadn't happened for him. I, on the other hand, hadn't even realized what my inner self was seeking, yet, because of my two friends, I had been re-awakened. There was a new me, re-energized and seeking more experiences. Had Judy and I not had to struggle with those computer cables, and what resulted in those wonderful nights that followed, I would not have had the courage and self-confidence to do what I did then. Impulsively, I crossed over and sat down on the sofa next to Leonard, and placed my hand on his arm. "No, it's not the same magic if you are alone," I said softly. "This magical place should be shared by two. I know that I can never be a second Wanda, Leonard, but would you let me be a new Laurie with you?" Leonard and I spent two more days in Napa together, and then we went back to our regular lives. I understood that the time I spent in this romantic valley of California was meant to be just one moment in my life. I think that Leonard felt the same. We made love together to give each of us the needed closure on a part of our lives that didn't last as long as it should have. I'm not certain what Leonard remembers of those two days together. I think that I made him feel restored, and I know that he, Judy and Mike made me feel renewed. Life in Philadelphia will now be more complicated, but a whole lot more interesting.