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Copyright 2018 by Jess Barclay

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BAD GIRLS: A naughty weekend for two bad girls Chloe and Laura gets even hotter when they decide to take some time away for themselves in their own little cottage.


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Work was getting stressful and Laura needed something to take her mind off it. It was just that time of year for the business and everyone was stressing out and going crazy. She decided to encourage Stephen to fuck her in some different way today. But as usual he was busy working on the computer in their home office, so Laura had time to decide exactly what she wanted to do. Laura had a little stash of costumes hidden away. Stephen knew she had them but wasn’t sure where exactly she kept them. He never really wanted to know either, so he would never snoop. All he cared about was what he and Laura do when she wore one of them.

Their house had a spacious basement which they seldom used to store their belongings. Laura quietly found her way down there to inventory what she had to choose from. Her costumes were in a couple of boxes marked with her corporate consulting business logo printed on top. They rested in a stack with several similar boxes related to the business. The one Laura wanted was marked as containing fabric, and she remembered that it was a blue, large and heavy looking box. 

It had been some time since Laura had worn any of her outfits so this evening seemed as good as any for taking one out to play. She had at her disposal outfits to role play as a cheerleader, a girl guide, a flight attendant, a hooker, her slave Leia bikini, a catholic school girl, and a French maid. Another box held suitable shoes and accessories for the costumes.

Laura had ordered them online wanting them to be just the way she liked them and they shared similar characteristics. Each was made up of several pieces to make strip teasing more fun if she chose to put on a performance for Stephen. All featured short skirts. Blouses were designed to be easily opened, either by untying a single bow or unfastening a minimal number of buttons. All revealed a lot of cleavage.

As she pulled each one out of its protective plastic bag, Laura could recall what happened the last time she wore it. After a little thought, she was able to recall the order in which they were used, which gave her a hint about which one she might select for their entertainment on this occasion. The French maid outfit won out today.

Laura knew that the French maid look was something of a cliché, but she liked to wear it all the same and Stephen loved it. She had several options with the maid outfit because of the way it was designed. After a bit of pondering, Laura decided to keep it simple. She selected the black skirt with delicate lace trim, a white blouse with only three buttons, and black thigh-high stockings that featured tiny white bows at the top. She then added understated open-toed black high heels that showcased her legs but wouldn't become a distraction. Plus, they could be removed more easily than the several pair of come-fuck-me shoes she owned. Most of the time, Laura prefered to be barefoot when she was having sex.

For accessories, Laura chose a black lace-trimmed choker, a little white apron, and a frilly white bonnet. She skipped the gauzy gloves and the feather duster. She was not even going to pretend to clean house because Laura had something else in mind.

She’d wear panties this time around and she'd select an appropriate pair when she got dressed. When they got down to business, Laura would decide whether she wanted to remove them herself, or have Stephen do it. Either way, she’d have his full attention.

She gathered everything up, taking the costume down to their bedroom and hid it in one of her dresser drawers. Only one more thing needed to be done.

Their master bedroom was very large. One of its features was an antique writing desk that sat between two windows overlooking our back yard. Laura Pulled a note card and envelope from the desk then composed the message that would set her idea into motion.

'Be in the family room at five o'clock on the dot. Start the fire, have a seat on the sofa, and wait for my arrival.'

It had been unseasonably cold all day, as they’d discovered when they’d gone out to brunch, so their gas fireplace would make things nice and cozy.

Stephen was still working when Laura entered the office and placed the envelope down on the desk next to a pile of whatever he and the computer were working on.

"Open this at four-thirty," Laura told him with a cheeky little smile and then turned to leave the room as he grinned back at her. The envelope was a signal that they often used. Stephen knew he was going to get laid in some interesting manner that evening, but he didn't know what Laura had in mind. He might’ve guessed that one of her costumes could be involved, but everything else would remain a mystery until she made her entrance into the family room. From that point on they’d ad lib, so even Laura didn't know exactly how everything would unfold. Laura loved this kind of stuff, the spontaneity of it all, it kept things fresh and interesting.

Laura killed an hour or so fooling around in the kitchen, doing things that didn't really need to be done and didn't require skill or concentration. Her thoughts were split between what her husband and Laura were going to do that evening and speculating about Chloe's motivation for slipping her that note at lunch the other day. It could have been something completely innocent or it could be something exciting. Common sense told me Laura hat it was the latter and that her imagination ran a little wild at the possibilities. Laura knew she was sexually attracted to Chloe and last night she sensed that Chloe might feel some sort of attraction toward her as well. 

Both trains of thought had her pretty amped up by the time Laura heard Stephen leave the office to go upstairs. Their kitchen clock told her it was four-thirty. Stephen was right on time. He'd shower, get dressed then go to the family room to do as her note required.

Stephen couldn't get to the family room without seeing her in the kitchen, so Laura decided to hide out in their guest room until she could have the use of their bedroom and bath. Before Laura went, she made a pitcher of Manhattans and put it in the freezer.

At five-fifteen, Laura stepped out of the shower, tended to her hair, dabbed perfume in all the right places, and slid into a tiny pair of black lace panties. Ten minutes later, she examined herself in the full length mirror and liked what she saw. Stephen would approve as well. If Laura stood perfectly straight, the lacy hem of her skirt just barely covered the little white bows on her thigh-highs. When she sat, the bows and a couple of inches of skin would be visible. Laura’s blouse only had the three buttons, but she undid the top one to reveal more cleavage. The choker served as a sexy little addition. The small apron and white bonnet clearly identified her servitude. She loved the outfit, how perfect it was and knew that Stephen would enjoy it as well.

After one final adjustment to her thigh-highs, Laura was ready. She knew Stephen was ready too, now sitting in the family room and wondering what was in store for him.

When Laura entered the family room with a Manhattan, on the rocks with two Maraschino cherries the way she knew Stephen liked them, he was seated on the sofa in front of the fire just as she had instructed. His back was to Laura but he remained still. Laura knew he could hear the click of her heels on the hardwood floors, so he was waiting for her to make the first move. As he should. This was her play. Laura moved around to his side of the sofa and handed him the drink.

"I've prepared a cocktail for you sir," Laura told him in the soft voice she’d chosen for this scenario. How he responded to this simple declaration would determine how things would play out. Several different directions were possible.

"Why, thank you Alice," Stephen said as he accepted her offer. "I thought you would have gone home by now." The last time Laura had worn this outfit Stephen called her Martha.

"I had a few things to catch up on that I didn't want to put off until tomorrow. There is a pitcher of Manhattans in the freezer in case you would like more later. If you have nothing else for me tonight, I'll be leaving now and will see you tomorrow."

Stephen was careful not to stare at her cleavage as he gave her a thoughtful look.

"Why don't you pour yourself one of these and join me in front of the fire?" he suggested with a smile of encouragement.

"Oh, I couldn't sir. I don't drink when I'm working."

"You're not working. You just told me you're done for the day. Stay for a while and have a drink," he said, still smiling at her.

"I work for you full time sir. You are my only employer. I don't think it would be appropriate."

"Okay," Stephen said with a nod of his head. "You're fired."

"What?" Laura responded, genuinely startled. She was quick witted, but Stephen had caught her completely by surprise. It was all she could do to suppress a grin of appreciation. "You're firing me because I can't drink with you?"

"No, Alice" he said with a smile, "I'm firing you so you can."

"I...I...I don't understand," Laura stammered, still a little off balance.

"It's simple," he explained. "You're fired, so now you can have a drink with me. When we're finished, I'll hire you back again."

"I...I don't know what to say."

"Say yes and go pour yourself a drink. Better yet, I'll get one for you," Stephen said as he rose from his seat. "Since you are no longer my employee, you are now a guest in my home."

While he was gone, Laura broke out into a wide grin. He had thrown her a curve ball and now all she could do was play along with what he had set in motion. 

"You rascal," she whispered aloud when she heard him open the fridge.

Moments later he returned, put the drink into Laura’s hand, and picked up his own. Laura was very careful to ensure that her fingers grazed his as she took possession of her glass.

"To a nice evening," Stephen said as he clinked his glass against Laura’s.

"To a nice evening," she echoed with a radiant smile, knowing full well that was exactly what they were about to have.

Stephen sat on the sofa and patted the cushion next to him.

"Sit please, and enjoy the fire. And take off that apron and the bonnet. You are no longer my housekeeper."

Looking hesitant, Laura tossed the apron and bonnet aside and sat where he’d indicated, making certain that the hem of her skirt rode up to reveal the tops of her stockings with the little bows and about three inches of flawless skin. Laura’s panties were just barely concealed. As Laura settled into the sofa cushion, she turned her body toward Stephen and crossed her legs to reveal a little more skin.

Stephen openly appraised her thighs and let his gaze drift up to Laura’s cleavage before making eye contact.

"You are very beautiful Alice," he told her and then took a sip of his drink.

"Thank you sir," Laura softly replied as she took a sip of hers and lowered her gaze in pretended embarrassment. "It's kind of you to say so."

"It's the truth. Whenever I have the opportunity to watch you work, I can't help but notice how pretty you are. And how sexy."
"Oh sir," Laura responded, still with downcast eyes and wishing she could blush on demand. "I'm anything but sexy."

"On the contrary, you are the sexiest woman I've seen in a long time. I have often wished that you were not my employee so I could do something about it."

Laura raised her eyes, looked at Stephen over the rim of her glass as she took a generous slug of her drink, and responded in a more assertive voice.

"I am no longer your employee, sir. You just fired me," Laura reminded him as she finished her drink. "Being fired isn't so bad. May I have another?" she added as she held out her glass.

"Of course," Stephen replied. "I'll be right back."

While he was gone, Laura pulled her skirt up far enough to allow a glimpse of her panties and the promise they concealed.

When he handed Laura the refreshed cocktail, she leaned forward to accept it, exposing a little more cleavage. The next move was up to him.

To encourage her once-upon-a-time employer, she pulled a cherry out of her drink by the stem and did her little trick, slowly sucking the fruit into full sensuous lips and looking Stephen directly in the eye.

Stephen got the message. Taking Laura’s drink, he set it aside on the end table along with his own, and pulled Laura into his arms.

Laura made a small show of reluctance but quickly surrendered and slipped her hot little Manhattan-tinged tongue into his mouth. They were off to the races. The kiss became more intense and then Laura felt his hand on her waist just before he slid it up to gently cup one of her breasts. As Stephen brushed a thumb across the sensitive nipple, Laura let out a throaty moan and pulled away. Oh but she loved this game. Almost as much as she knew he did.

"I shouldn't." Laura whispered. "I'll be embarrassed when I see you tomorrow."

"I don't think so," Stephen responded as he started to slowly unfasten the last two buttons on her blouse. Laura let him continue. When her breasts were exposed, Stephen lowered his head and took an alert nipple into his mouth.

"Oh Lord," Laura whispered and pulled his head closer to her body.

Laura’s breasts got his full attention for several minutes and she could feel herself beginning to lubricate heavily in response. When he finally stopped, Laura lay back suggestively on the sofa. They’d been here before and she had a pretty good idea what he'd do next.

Sliding his hands up the outside of her thigh-highs, Stephen hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly began to work them down over her legs. At just the right moment, Laura raised her legs into the air. Stephen pulled the flimsy garment free, and tossed it aside. While her legs were still elevated, he grasped Laura’s ankles and rested them on his shoulders.

Then, one at a time, Stephen removed each of her shoes and dropped them to the floor. Seconds later, Laura had one heel hooked over the back of the sofa and the other resting on the coffee table. Her legs were now widely splayed with her pussy on full display. Laura wanted him to fuck her now, no needed it and she told him so as she pulled the hem of her skirt up above her waist.

"Fuck me," Laura murmured.

Stephen was wearing only a pocket tee and shorts, so he was quickly standing naked by Laura’s side with a prominent erection that she reached out to grasp, her need written all over her face at this point.

"Fuck me," she murmured again as she released the rock-hard appendage that would soon enter her.

Stephen looked down at Laura. Her blouse was open, her breasts were pointing up at the ceiling, and her stockinged legs were spread wide to receive him. Laura beckoned to him with her fingers.

When he took his place between Laura’s open thighs, she guided his cock into position and he entered her easily. She cried out softly at the exquisite thrill of penetration.

As Stephen slowly began to move, she counterthrust sharply against him, sending him another message. Laura was not in the mood for gentleness.

Within seconds he was pounding his cock into her pussy. Laura’s cries filled the room, competing with the sound of his flesh striking hers as she raced up the slope toward the orgasm she now wanted and needed more than anything else in the world. 

Stephen would often bring her right to the edge and then held her there, toying with her, teasing her and denying her release, until he decided it was time to push her over the top. That was the last thing Laura wanted this evening.

"Harder! Harder!" she demanded, letting him know that she wanted to cum right now. To her immense relief he complied and hammered himself into Laura with shocking force.

Laura came with a high-pitched wail that reverberated off the family room walls and then fell limp beneath him as Stephen let out a deep, guttural sound and shot his hot load into her with several great pulsing contractions.

They lay there in post-coital bliss for a long time, their bodies entwined on a sofa without a thought or care in the world. There was no better feeling, nothing quite like it. The afterglow.

Stephen had pulled his shorts back on. Laura buttoned her blouse and pulled her skirt back into position. Her thigh-highs were in disarray so Laura removed them and tossed them on the floor with her panties and shoes.

As they retrieved their drinks, Laura announced that she was starving.

"Let's order a pizza," Stephen suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Laura responded.

Stepehn ordered the pizza and returned to sit by her side.

"Am I back in your employ?" Laura asked him with a smile.

"Yes you are, Alice. But I'm changing your job description," he answered with a straight face.

"To what?"

"Sex slave." 

"Really? And just when are you planning to force me to have sex with you again?"

"At bedtime tonight."

"Woe is me."

Finally, it was Monday morning. Stephen kept his promise last night and they spent what felt like an eternity making love before falling asleep in each other's arms. Their activities in the family room, and later in their bedroom had served as a nice diversion for Laura from her anxiety about Chloe's note. This morning though, Laura intended to find out what was going on. As soon as Stephen left for work, Laura grabbed her phone.

Chloe answered on the first ring.

"Chloe, it’s Laura here."

"Oh thank God! I've been anxious as hell for the last week. When I didn't hear from you I thought you wouldn’t respond at all."

"I wasn’t going to call on a Sunday. I wasn’t sure what your situation was."

"Did you tell Stephen about the note?"

"Not yet. Thought I’d see what was on your mind first."

"I haven't said anything to Paul yet either. Can we meet for lunch today," she asked, nervousness clearly straining her voice.

"Absolutely," Laura replied with her heart starting to pound in her chest. Whatever the issue was, Chloe didn't want to talk about it on the phone.

"Are you anywhere near the Riverside Mall?" Chloe asked.

"Yes. I'm only about ten minutes away."

"Me too. Fuck lunch. I don't want to wait that long. How soon can you meet me in the food court?"

"Fifteen minutes," Laura replied.

"Great! I'll see you in fifteen," Chloe responded and then abruptly terminated the call. Whatever was bothering her, it must’ve be serious.

Fifteen minutes later, as promised, Laura spotted Chloe’s flaming red hair before she saw the rest of her. She had to wave to get her attention. There were only about a hundred brunettes in the food court. 

Racing over to her, Chloe gave Laura a quick hug, took her hand, and pulled her over to a table where there were few others nearby.

"Would you like me to grab a couple of coffees before we talk?" Laura asked a clearly nervous Chloe as they took their seats.

"Not yet. When you hear what I have to say, you might run screaming out into the parking lot. If you don't, we'll get coffee. I'm gonna get right to the point."

Laura’s heart was pounding again and she began to hyperventilate.

"Okay," Laura managed to choke out.

"For the first time in my entire life I find myself sexually attracted to another woman. It’s the last thing I expected. When we met in the hotel bar Saturday night, I knew almost immediately that something new and different was happening to me. Just talking with you and how we got on so well and um there was this spark you know and I thought to myself um here goes… I want to have sex with you," she told me, her voice quivering with tension. "There! I got it all out," she added.

Laura drew a deep shuddering breath and responded to her emotion-charged little speech.

"Chloe, you have just stolen all my lines. I experienced exactly the same thing Saturday night. At first I didn't know what was happening, but I liked where things were going at the bar. I've been a wreck all weekend, not knowing the meaning of your note, but hoping it meant something like what you just told me."

"What shall we do about it?" Chloe asked, now visibly much more relaxed.

"I don't know if either of us will feel like this about another woman ever again. If we don't act on the urge, we might spend the rest of our lives regretting a missed opportunity. Personally, I'm not willing to take that chance," Laura replied.

"I agree. Now that that's settled, all we need to do is make it happen," Chloe responded with a radiant smile. "Soon."

"You need to know that I don't keep secrets from Stephen. I intend to tell him about this conversation if we are going to proceed. I don't think he will be troubled by the idea, but I want to give him the opportunity to weigh in if he has an opinion."

"It's the same with Paul and me," Chloe told her. "I don't think he'll feel threatened, but I won't know for sure until I talk to him.

"Then that's settled. Let's talk to our husbands tonight and compare notes tomorrow."

"Are you certain you want to do this?"

"Oh yeah," Laura replied. "Oh yeah."

"Then let's go ahead and have coffee and get to know each other better. If you'd like, we can still have lunch later."

"I'd like that very much," Laura told her and headed off to a nearby coffee bar. "Don't go away. I'll be right back.

"I'm not going anywhere," Chloe assured her with a dazzling smile.

Laura greeted her husband at the door with a martini when he arrived home from work and led him into the family room. 

"I have a confession to make," Laura told him as she retrieved her own drink and sat on the fireplace hearth directly across from his place on their favorite sofa.

"Uh oh," Stephen responded, looking a little concerned.

"It doesn't affect you directly, but you have every right to know."

"Go on," he urged.

"When I met Chloe at the bar at the hotel on Saturday night well I knew that I was sexually attracted to another woman for the first time in my life."

"Okay," Stephen responded, looking relieved. "I understand. She was the cute redhead was she not? I was pretty into her myself if I’m being honest," he added with a smile.

"I have more to tell you," Laura announced as she returned his smile, suddenly realizing that everything was going to be all right between them. "Chloe slipped a note into my purse sometime before she left us at the bar. I didn't discover it until yesterday morning. All it said was to call her at the number she wrote on the note."

"Ah yes. Now I know why you seemed a little distracted at brunch. You should have told me about the note right then rather than be stressed out all day."

"I didn't know what she wanted to talk about, so I didn't see any reason to tell you until I knew what was going on. And, for the record, you did a pretty good job of relieving my stress a couple of times last night," Laura told him with a smile.

"Well, you're telling me now, so I assume you know the meaning of the note."

"I do, and here comes the part where your opinion matters," Laura told him as she watched the liquid in her martini glass slosh about from her shaking fingers."

"Let's have it," Stephen said, smiling again. Laura thought he knew what was coming.

"I called her his morning and we met at the mall. Chloe confessed that she felt exactly the same way."

"And?" he urged.

"We want to have sex together, but we agreed to discuss it with our husbands first. I won't do it if the idea makes you uncomfortable in any way."

Stephen was silent for a few long moments. Laura understood that he was carefully putting together his response. She set her drink aside. She was too nervous to avoid spilling it.

"I think you should go for it," he said with an encouraging smile. "If you don't, you'll spend the rest of life wondering what might have been. I would not even consider denying you the opportunity to see where this takes you."

"Really? Are you certain it's okay with you?"

"Absolutely. And I have a suggestion that might make everything nicer for you and Chloe. Do you remember the first time we had sex?"

"Of course," Laura replied, "we went to that mountain retreat for the weekend where we..."

"...relaxed and took things slowly. By the time we made love it was the most natural thing in the world."

"Are...are you actually suggesting that Chloe and I go away for a couple of days?" Laura asked, totally taken by surprise.

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting." 

"I love you," Laura responded with tears welling up in her eyes. "What a thoughtful thing for you to do."

"I love you too, which is exactly why I want you to go. My only regret is that I won't be there to watch," he said with a grin.

"Maybe we'll record the whole thing," Laura told him, only half in jest, as an idea suddenly started to nibble at her brain.

"So what's next?" Stephen inquired, ignoring her comment.

"Chloe is talking to Paul, probably right about now. I'll give her a couple of hours. If she hasn't called me by then, I'll call her. She seemed pretty sure that Paul's reaction would be similar to yours."

"Can I interest you in a quickie?" Stephen asked then with a grin. "Thinking about you and Chloe in bed together is getting me a little jazzed up."

"Take off your pants and I'll fuck you," Laura replied as she removed her sweats and panties. A few moments later she let out a sigh of pleasure as she lowered herself into position.
Laura’s cell phone chimed on the end table before she was able to cum.

"Answer it," rasped Stephen, "but stay where you are."

She reached over for the phone. It was Chloe. Of course

"Paul is all for it," Chloe squealed as her husband pulled her close and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

"Wonderful!" Laura exclaimed and then backed away to slowly resume moving up and down on his swollen cock. "Stephen is fine with it too. He had a suggestion for us that I'll share with you tomorrow."

"Why not now?" Chloe asked.

"I'm busy," Laura replied with a grin at Stephen.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm riding my husband's magnificent cock." Chloe burst out laughing and Laura winked at Stephen. 

"I think I'll follow your lead. Paul's cock is pretty impressive too."

"I bet, but I have to go now," Laura told her a little breathlessly. "I'm going to cum soon."

"Me too, I hope. Call me in the morning."

A couple of minutes later, Laura let out shriek as a series of intense orgasmic spasms took control of her body. When Laura recovered, she was happy to discover that Stephen did not cum with her. Grasping her by the waist, Stephen lifted Laura off his lap, turned, and positioned her on her back. The second orgasm blew her mind and the third was earth shattering.

It was Tuesday morning. Chloe and Laura were having coffee at a Starbuck's in the mall.

"I can't believe how easily Paul accepted the idea of us having sex together," Chloe began. "He saw nothing threatening about it and even encouraged me to enjoy myself."

"It was the same way with Stephen. He said his only regret was that he wouldn't be around to watch." Laura say with a wicked smile. "I made it up to him though. He wanted a quickie, which turned out not to be so quick after all."

"I know what you mean. After you and I got off the phone, I had no trouble getting Paul to fuck my brains out when I told him that you were riding Stephen's dick the whole time I was talking to you," she said, making me laugh.

We spent a couple of minutes describing in greater detail our sexual experiences of the previous day and then got down to business.

"How do we do this? Chloe inquired. "I don't feel comfortable doing it at your house or mine while the guys are at work, and a few hours in a motel somewhere seems tawdry to me. I suppose we could check into a hotel somewhere for a night."

"The first time Stephen and I had sex, we went away for a long weekend. There was plenty of anticipation but no stress. We took our time, making sure we were both relaxed. When we were ready, we had sensational sex, which of course encouraged us to have a lot more before the weekend was over. Stephen suggested that you and I do the same thing."

"What a nice idea!" Chloe exclaimed after a moment or two of thought. "That really appeals to me and I'm sure Paul won't have any objections."

"It's the perfect solution. We'll have plenty of time so we won't feel rushed." 

"Where should we go? Is there any place that appeals to you?

"I was thinking maybe we could rent something on Martha's Vineyard. It's a short flight from here," Laura offered. "I've never been there, but I've heard it's a cool place to go.

"The Vineyard is wonderful," Chloe responded with a broad smile. "My family used to go there when I was a kid. I haven't been in years. It's early spring, so there won't be big crowds. It'll be a little chilly, but we can deal with that. I'll hit the internet and find us a cottage."

"When would you like to go?"

"Yesterday," she replied as she retrieved a smart phone from her purse. "Sit tight for a few minutes."

Laura watched her fingers fly across the screen, marveling at her quickness. She had a smart phone only because Stephen bought one for each of them several years ago. He used his all the time. Laura however tended to do stuff on her laptop and used the phone mostly to make normal calls or text with Stephen and her clients.

"Here," Chloe said as she passed the phone over to Laura, "what do you think of this place?"

"It's lovely!" Laura exclaimed when she saw the quaint little cottage overlooking the ocean and a broad expanse of beach. "When is it available?"

Chloe retrieved her phone and swiped at the screen a couple of times. 

"If you're in a hurry, it's available all this week," she replied.

"I am in a hurry, and I have nothing pressing workwise." 

"What do you do?" Chloe asks, suddenly looking a little perplexed.

"I'm consulting, mostly for corporate types and I work out of our home," Laura replied. Chloe just stared back at her for a long moment.

"There is so much we don't know about each other," she finally responded. "I'm a freelance photographer and I also work from home. The rest of the time I manage our investments. I'm pretty good at both."

"We know all we need to know right now," Laura offered, "and a getaway will give us lots of time to share more about ourselves. When can you break away?"

"I can be ready tomorrow," Chloe replied.

"Me too," Laura told her.

"How about Wednesday and Thursday nights? We can fly home on Friday and avoid the weekenders."

"Perfect!" Laura exclaimed and then watched as Chloe worked her phone for a few more minutes.

"All set," she said. "I put a deposit on the cottage and made flight reservations for ten o'clock tomorrow. It's only a forty minute hop on Cape Air. We'll Uber to the airport and I've reserved a rental for us to use on the island."

"How did you do that so fast?" Laura asked, marveling at the speed with which she made the arrangements. 

"What century are you living in?" Chloe asked with raised eyebrows. 

"Not this one, I guess. I have a smart phone but it doesn't get much use."

"I can tell," Chloe said, grinning at her.

"You must have spent a lot of money already. How much do I owe you?" Laura asked as she pulled out her checkbook. 

"Put that away. We'll split all the costs and settle later. Besides, I don't think I remember how to cash a check."
"I'll explain it all to you when we settle up," Laura told her with a straight face.

They sat in silence for a minute or two with wheels spinning rapidly in their heads. Finally, Laura reached a decision.

"As much as I'd love to spend the rest of the day with you, I have to do a lot of thinking about what to take and then pack," she told Chloe.

"Yeah, me too," she responded. "Let's get on with it. Let me have your address." She punched it into her phone and then stared at the results or her effort for a few seconds. "We only live about five miles apart. I'll have an Uber driver pick me up at eight o'clock. We'll be at your house by eight-fifteen and at the airport by nine."

"Jesus H. Christ!" Laura exclaimed. "I have been living in the Stone Age."

"I'll bet Stone age folks liked sex too," Chloe offered as they hugged each other and then went their separate ways.

Laura met Stephen at the door with a drink when he arrived home from work.

"Everything must have gone well today," Stephen said as he set his briefcase down, accepted the drink, and gave Laura a kiss. "You look a lot more like your old self than you did yesterday."

"Yesterday I was nervous because I wasn't sure what your reaction would be when I told you about Chloe and me. I'm still a little nervous today, but it's for a good reason."

"Tell me all about it," he said as he took her hand and led Laura into their family room. She retrieved her own drink and sat by his side on the sofa.

"We met at the Starbuck's in the mall. Chloe loved your idea about a getaway, so we're going to Martha's Vineyard. She's a whiz with a smart phone and within minutes she had rented a cute little cottage overlooking the ocean. A few minutes later we had our airline tickets and a rental car reservation. It's only a forty minute flight." "That's great," he said. "You can scope out the island and the two of us can make a trip out there sometime. I don't know why we haven't gone before. When are you going?"

"Tomorrow morning," Laura replied as her face broke out into a smile of excitement.

"Tomorrow?" Stephen asked with raised eyebrows and a smile of his own. "You ladies aren't wasting any time."

"We aren't. We're both excited about what we're going to do and grateful to a couple of wonderful husbands for your support and encouragement."

"Well, since you're going to be gone for several days, let's go out to dinner tonight and celebrate your good fortune. How about Roscoe's?"

"Oh, that's perfect. I love their Coq au Vin!"

"Then let's go shower together and dress up a little. They won't let you in wearing sweats," he told her straight-faced.

"About that shower, Stephen. We can fool around a little, but I don't want to cum tonight," Laura told him with some apprehension. "If we follow our usual pattern, you'll make me cum and..."

" would prefer that I not take the edge off the excitement you're feeling about what you and Chloe are about to do," Stephen told her with a smile.

"Exactly," Laura explained, sensing that he understood and was not annoyed with her. "You know I subscribe to the theory that the more sex I get the more I want, but I'm about to step off into the unknown with Chloe."

"I understand completely," Stephen said, confirming my assessment of his mood. "But when you get home, I'm going to ensure you pay a heavy price for spurning my advances."

"Can I count on that?"

"You can take it to the bank," he replied as he pulled Laura into his arms for a kiss.

Laura awakened early to finish packing for the trip. Stephen was sitting on the side of the bed watching as she gathered the last few articles of cool-weather clothing she had decided to bring. It was now time to select the sexy stuff and Laura caught her husband grinning at her as she pulled several items out of her lingerie drawer.

"Good choices," Stephen informed her with an even broader grin. "If Chloe reacts to those like I do, you're going to have lots of orgasms."

"I hope it works out that way," Laura responded and then suddenly began to cry. Stephen jumped to his feet and folded Laura into his arms.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?"

"I... I'm a wreck," Laura sobbed. "I have no idea what we're going to do or how we're going to do it."

"Everything will work out just fine. You may have a moment or two of uncertainty while you adjust to each other, but you'll soon get comfortable. Just make certain you're prepared for every possibility," Stephen told her as he brushed the tears from her cheek with his fingertips."

"What do you mean?" Laura asked with a tremor in her voice.

"I mean take everything you might possibly need. Better to take it all and not use some of it than discover too late that you want something you don't have."

"You're probably right," Laura told him as she wiped the remaining tears from her face, sat down on the bed, and opened the drawer in her bedside table where Laura kept a dildo and several vibrators. As she retrieved the silicone cock, a thought occured to her.

"Where is the one you used on me that other night? You know the one I mean, right?" Laura had been blindfolded when the dildo was employed and she realized she’d never seen it before. It had a magic touch and she simply had to have it.

"I'll be right back," Stephen responded and headed for the closet in their hallway. Moments later he returned with a gym bag Laura had never seen him with before, which was strange.

Sitting beside Laura, he unzipped the bag and began to lay everything out on the bed; wrist and ankle cuffs, nylon straps, the cat 'o nine tails, the telescoping spreader bar, and the ornately carved wooden box. Setting the box on his lap, he opened the lid.

"Oh my! Look at that thing!" Laura exclaimed as she reached in to remove a truly impressive dildo. It had a realistic skin-like texture and a short handle that looked like the end of a baseball bat. The business end of the implement is about eight inches long and two inches or so in diameter. Laura flipped the little switch at the end of the handle and then grinned in response to its surprisingly vigorous vibrations. "No wonder this thing felt so good when you used it on me."

“Better Take extra batteries," Stephen said with a grin of his own as he pulled out the butt plug and waved it in the air.

"I don't think we'll be using those," Laura told him as her face flushed at the sight of the little instrument they’d played with previously.

"Take it anyway," Stephen urged, "and plenty of lubricant too."

"I don't have any more of the pre-mixed enemas. I used the last one the other night," Laura responded, still blushing.

"I'm sure there are drug stores on Martha's Vineyard," he informed Laura as he gathered up a couple of the nylon straps and the cuffs. "Better take these too."

Laura knew he was right. Being prepared for everything makes sense, so she retrieved a small Vera Bradley bag from our closet and then selected a couple of different bullet vibrators and a tube of lubricant from her drawer.

"I'm not taking the spreader bar or the cat," she announced, "but the rest of it goes." Everything fit neatly into the bag and there was ample room in Laura’s suitcase for the bag and its contents. 

"I'll take your luggage downstairs for you and find some extra batteries," Stephen offered.

"Better grab the video camera too. Just in case," Laura told him with a little smile. Stephen raised his eyebrows in response.

"But don't get your hopes up," Laura added with a wink.

The Uber driver pulled up in front of their house a little after eight and Stephen walked Laura out to the car, pulling her suitcase behind him. The driver hopped out, relieved Stephen of the luggage and stowed it in the trunk of his car. Chloe lowered her window as they approached.

"Hi Stephen," she said with a bright smile. "I'm stealing your wife for a couple of days."

"You can have her," he responded with a straight face. "She's not much use to me anyway."

"Stephen!" Laura exclaimed in mock irritation as she turned to give him a goodbye kiss. "You'll miss me when I'm gone."

"Maybe," he said, still deadpanned, and then opened her door. When Laura was inside, he leaned on the window frame and bent down to smile at Chloe and her. "You ladies make the most of your getaway. Relax, have a good time, and enjoy each other. Be safe and come home happy."

Seconds later they were on their way.

They landed on time at Martha's Vineyard Airport and picked up the rental car. Chloe drove because of her familiarity with the island and she and Laura arrived at their cottage by eleven-thirty. A wide front porch, with a swing at one end and two rocking chairs at the other, greeted them as they pulled their suitcases up the walkway.

Setting their luggage inside the front door, they inspected the place that would be their home for two nights and a day. It was everything they'd hoped for and more. The cottage was built around a cozy central room with a wide sectional sofa in front of a gas fireplace centered on one wall. Large windows faced the porch, allowing a sweeping view of the ocean. A sitting area with two overstuffed chairs that shared a Tiffany floor lamp occupied its own corner of the room. A compact stereo rested on a side table. Oriental rugs, tasteful accent pieces, and several paintings finished off the decor. 

A small but efficient galley kitchen was off to one side with a breakfast bar separating it from the larger room. A half bath flanked the kitchen on one side. French doors led to a large bedroom featuring a king-sized bed with an elaborate brass headboard and loads of decorative pillows. Chloe and Laura exchanged small smiles as they both undoubtedly had similar thoughts at the sight of the bed. End tables with more Tiffany lamps flanked the bed and a triple dresser occupied one wall. A single large window faced east to capture the morning sun. An impressive entertainment center with a large flat screen television rested against the wall opposite the foot of the bed. A door that opened into a walk-in closet occupied one corner.

A spacious bathroom with double sinks was off to one side. A huge claw foot tub sat along one wall with two plush bathrobes draped over the rim. A pocket door for privacy led to the toilet. A huge shower stall with a built-in seat and two shower heads took up a corner of the room. The shower heads faced the back of the stall so there was no need for a door. 

"This is wonderful!" Laura exclaimed as they completed their short tour. "We are going to have such a nice time here."

"We are," Chloe agreed with a bright smile. "Let's unpack, go get something to eat, and do a little shopping. I was too nervous to have anything more than toast and tea for breakfast."

"I couldn't even handle the toast," Laura responded, "but now I'm starving."

Over the next few minutes, Laura and Chloe emptied their suitcases, hanging up what needed to be on hangers in the closet and placing folded items in the drawers they had divided between them. Laura noted with a smile that Chloe brought the wraparound dress she’d talked about when spoken on the phone about the trip. When she wasn't looking, Laura removed the Vera Bradley bag and a black leather case and slipped them into one of the drawers. The case concealed the video camera and a small collapsible tripod. Laura didn't see Chloe do anything similar, but she was certain she’d brought some items as well. Either Chloe put them away when Laura wasn't looking, or they remained in the suitcase she had zipped up and placed alongside the dresser.

"Ready?" Chloe asked as Laura set a suitcase beside hers and put her laptop on the dresser.

"Ready," Laura replied.

Their cottage was only a few miles from Edgartown, so they were soon seated in a casual little restaurant overlooking the town's harbor.

Mindful or their decision to heed Stephen's advice and take things slowly, the ladies spent a pleasant hour or so enjoying antipasto, bread, and a delicate but unpronounceable Italian red wine. As they took their time eating, they shared many details of their lives; childhoods, the horrors of high school, the adventures of college, old boyfriends, and their husbands. By the time they’d finished lunch it is nearly three o'clock and Laura felt as though she and Chloe had known each other forever. It was a nice, comfortable feeling.

"I don't know about you," Laura began, "but I'm not fond of cooking and I don't think we should waste a lot of time fooling around in the kitchen."

"I agree. We can pick up simple stuff for breakfast and lunch, stock up on snacks, and eat dinner in an expensive restaurant tomorrow night," Chloe answered. "It's late in the day now, so I can do just fine tonight without leaving the cottage for a big meal."

"Me too, so let's hit a grocery store and a liquor store on the way home. I'd like to stop by a drug store as well."

"I need a drug store too," Chloe responded, looking a little startled.

"Then let's go," Laura suggested as she added a generous tip to the credit card bill and signed on the dotted line.

"Wow!" Chloe quipped as Laura slid the card back into her wallet. "A credit card. You are more technologically advanced than I thought." 

"I'll have you know we had credit cards back in the Dark Ages." 

In short order, they found a Stop & Shop where the two loaded up on different kinds of fruit, several varieties of cheese, some assorted crackers, and a box of tea bags. Chloe grabbed a couple of containers of yogurt and, on a whim, Laura threw two Styrofoam cups of Ramen noodles into their basket. Chloe looked at the noodles with disdain.

"I lived on that shit in college," she snarled but then smiled at Laura all the same.

"Me too, but I still like it every once in a while. Hard to beat a meal that only requires hot water. My kind of cooking. Besides, I wasn't planning on sharing it with you anyway," Laura told her with a straight face and Chloe stuck her tongue out at her. They grabbed a pound of frozen shrimp, some veggies, and a bottle of ranch dressing to make salad

Their next stop was a nice wine and spirit shop. They decided to forego the spirit part and concentrate on the wine. Selecting a couple of bottles, the ladies headed for the cashier. On the way, Laura spotted a display of different types of champagne and some small boxes, each containing a pair of plastic flutes.

"Let's buy some," Laura suggested and Chloe readily concured. They got a recommendation from the owner and bought two bottles along with a box of the little flutes.

"Okay, now we can sustain life," Laura announced as Chloe pulled out of the parking lot and followed directions on her phone to an old-style drug store in the middle of town. 

Laura wasn't sure what Chloe needed, but she was looking for only one thing. They parted company at the entryway. Laura had no idea where to start looking so she flagged down a female employee who gave her directions. She caught a glimpse of Chloe talking to a different store clerk as she followed the route she was given. When Laura turned into the aisle, Chloe entered the same aisle from the other end. They met in the middle and had their first uncomfortable moment of the trip.

"This is a little embarrassing," Chloe said in a low voice when they both stopped in front of the small section that contained the pre-mixed enemas. Laura could feel blood rushing to her face as she watched Chloe’s turn beet red. It took a moment for her to recover.

"I...uh...I don't know what we might do," Laura confessed, "and I used my last one Saturday night before I went to the hotel."

Chloe got an attack of the giggles and clamped a hand over her mouth. After a moment or two she regained control of herself.

"I used my last one Saturday night too as Paul decided to get kinky. I had no idea we were going to do something like anal at the time."

"Can I help you ladies," said a male voice as Chloe and Laura both let out a little yelp and turned to stare at a kid who looked like he was about fifteen years old.

" thanks," Chloe told him in a squeaky voice.

"We're fine," Laura added and then coughed nervously into her hand.

"Well, just let me know if you need anything," the kid said and wandered off down the aisle.

"Shit," muttered Chloe. "Now what?"

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