Marty called Grace early the next morning to discuss the previous evening with her. "I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed having you and Ed over last night. It's so seldom, if ever, that you meet liberal minded people like you two." Marty hoped that she had chosen her words right.
"It was our pleasure. I think a lot of Ed and he does me. That's the very reason why we are able to share ourselves with others. To deny that desire would be to do a terrible disservice to one another. We recognize that both of us have interests that go beyond just one another. I was really happy to meet you and Les too," Grace said. "Maybe we could get together for coffee this morning."
"Hey, that's a great idea," Marty said. "In fact, I have to go shopping this morning. May I come by to pick you up. I wanted to take a drive in my new car anyway."
"I can be ready in fifteen minutes," Grace said.
As they raced down the freeway in Marty's hot little sports car men all around them looked at the two lovely women. They got whistles and waves and lot of smiles from the admiring men they passed.
Marty and Grace smiled and even laughed, good naturedly, at the men they saw.
When Marty pulled in to park at one of the large malls she told Grace, "I forgot to tell you. I have to buy a new dress for graduation. I get my degree in four days."
"That calls for another celebration," Grace replied. "Tonight we'll all meet at my house. Dinner and drinks will be on me."
Marty chose a navy blue dress with white trim. She tried it on and despite the severe lines of the garment, her lush body was clearly revealed. She was just too sexy to hide all her curves and mounds.
She bought navy blue shoes to go with the dress and told Grace, "I shouldn't even buy the damned thing. I won't ever wear it after graduation night."
"Who knows, maybe someday you'll have to wear a business outfit. That will do nicely. Or, if you get tired of having it hanging around you can always give it to me."
"No," Marty explained. "I've had to work hard to get through school. I don't want anything to be different for me than for the other girls. I deserve a new dress and I'll keep it for sentimental reasons."
Later the women stopped for lunch and while they were waiting for the waitress to bring their sandwiches Grace brought up the subject of sex and the liberal notions they shared.
"When you were married did you and your husband ever double up with other couples?"
"No," Marty told her. "He was great in bed but he was jealous as hell. Every time I ever even spoke to another man he gave me hell. When he left me I was broken hearted but that didn't last long. I realized he did me a favor. He gave me the reason I needed to strike out. I got a ob and I went back to college. It hasn't been easy but now its all behind me. I've always been a liberated and without the burden of an unhappy marriage I can live my life the way I want to."
"I don't want to seem to pry," Grace said. "I'm curious to know about what you've experimented with sexually."
Marty grinned and answered, "I don't know if I can tell you." She took a sip of her coffee and went on, "Well, I'll try. But, don't you laugh at me."
"I wouldn't laugh at anything as important as this," Grace said.
There was a pause while Marty thought how she wanted to explain herself to her new friend Grace. "I guess I'm not really embarrassed, it's just that I never get to talk about things like this. Actually, the way I usually get off is by masturbating. I do it to myself a lot. In the shower. In bed, where ever I get the urge." She shrugged her shoulders and looked for a reaction from Grace.
Grace nodded and said, "Go on."
"Well, I had a party the other day. My going away party from the job I just left. The guys all chipped in and hired a man and a woman to dance and entertain the party. The guy was so good looking I couldn't believe it. He was nearly naked, just wearing a little G-string. When he took that off and I got a look at his cock I went crazy. I never saw a penis that big before. Anyway, I took him home with me and we made it several times. It was exciting alright but not what I had hoped for."
Grace nodded again and said, "I know. You always think the big ones are going to be the best and then it turns out the common men are the best ones in bed."
"Yeah," Marty agreed. "When I met Les the other day at the car lot we of together and had oral sex. He was really good. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy giving head."
Grace listened carefully to Marty's description of her sexual encounters. When Marty seemed to be winding down, Grace asked, "Did you ever make it with another woman?"
Marty was stunned at first, then, she blushed again, and said, "No. Not since I was a kid. But I do think about it sometimes. I think about it when I masturbate. Sometimes I think that if I can do it so good for myself that I could do it for another woman too."
"Maybe tonight we can try it," Grace suggested. "I don't want you to think that I'm a weirdo or anything like that. Ed's told me several times that he would like to see me in a sex session with another woman. Maybe he and Les would like for us to warm up that way, then we can split up and go to it with the guys."
"Wow. That sounds hot. I'd like to try it. Really," Marty said. Her face was flushed and her voice quiet as she agreed with Grace's suggestions.
That night, with the guys there too, Grace was busy in the kitchen. Marty fixed the drinks and served them. As she handed the glasses to the men she gave them each a little kiss on the lips too. Dinner was light and not too filling. Everyone had a lot of energy and the mood of the get-together was a cheerful one.
When the table had been cleared and fresh drinks passed around Grace announced the plan she and Marty had come up with. Les and Ed were both surprised and delighted.
"Hell yes, I'd like that," Ed chimed in. "Go for it. The women looked at Les for his opinion and he stated his agreement too. Sure. Whatever you want is alright with me," he told them.
Being a bit unsure because, although they'd both thought of same sex relations before, neither had actually indulged themselves with another woman. Instead of rushing off to the bedroom, Marty and Grace sat down at the table with Ed and Les. They wanted to know if the men were interested in partying with them.
"No, I'm not," Les answered. "You girls go on, do your thing, and when you get ready, call us. Then we'll come in."
Ed agreed. He told them again that it was alright with him if the women experimented with each other but he added that he'd prefer to wait in the front part of the house until they were done.
"OK, see you in a little while," Grace told the men.
Marty grinned and followed her friend into the bedroom.
In the dim light of the bedroom Marty watched Grace turn back the covers of the bed. She waited by the door and watched Grace undress and lay down.
Marty stepped in, closed the door to muffle their sounds, and sat down beside Grace on the bed. She leaned over to kiss Grace, open mouthed and probing with her tongue.
Grace responded to the physical expression of lust and attraction. She arched her back and reached her arms around Marty. She returned the passionate kiss and when they parted she said, simply, "Hurry."
Marty undressed herself with trembling, anxious fingers. When she was naked, Marty lay down beside Grace on the bed and felt the heat radiating from her friend's body.
"Grace, let's do this slowly, OK?"
Grace looked up at Marty and answered, "Yeah. That's fine by me."
"Could we just do it together, you know? Not to each other. At least this first time?" Marty gestured with her hand to suggest to Grace that they would simply finger fuck themselves, sharing the moment and the nearness of each other.
"Mmm," Grace hummed. "I like it that way too."
Marty slid down on the bed until she was lying flat too. She turned her to the side to look at Grace and then lifted her legs slightly. She reached down with both hands to her cunt. With one hand she parted the lips and with fingers of the other hand she began to diddle herself.
Grace's eyes widened when she saw Marty's fingers disappear into the shaved pussy.
"Good?" she asked.
"Oh yes, it's always good this way," Marty answered.
Grace imitated Marty's movements. She lifted her legs too and reached down to finger herself. She nudged Marty with her elbow and said, "Check the mirror."
Marty looked and saw their reflections in the big glass. She could see her own reflection as clearly as she saw Grace's. She saw their busy fingers, stroking, caressing, touching and titillating, probing and drawing the women up into the excitement of sex.
"That looks pretty hot, doesn't it?" Grace asked.
"Sure does." Marty's fingers were bunched together, reaching in to tickle herself while with her thumb she brushed her clit making the little, nub firm up and respond.
They were silent after that. Both women concentrated on pleasuring themselves while they watched themselves and their friend in the mirror.
Grace came first. She hiked her legs up high and spread them as far as she could. She reached in, then back and up, to find the magical G-spot. As soon as she stroked the little patch of firm tissue she started to cum.
Marty could see the juices leaking from her friend's cunt. The lubricating liquids were pouring out anyway but when she started to cum she was like a dam breaking. Hot, creamy stuff flowed from her pussy, squishing loudly each time she pressed her hand against and into herself.
Marty clenched her teeth and started to pump herself off. Harder and faster, she ran her fingers into herself. She watched her reflection in the mirror, and she watched Grace's reflection too, but what went through her mind was the fucking she'd gotten from Ed the night before. The thought that she could have him again, have him stuff his prick into her and swirl it around and around made her start to cum.
Together, the women lay on the bed, pounding their pussies, cumming, moaning and groaning with the ultimate pleasure of orgasm. They each concentrated on fulfilling themselves.
The sounds intensified as they entered the time of climax. They gasped for air and groaned, their bodies squirmed and wiggled on the bed.
After they recovered and went into the living room they found Ed and Les watching a game on television, patiently waiting for their turns.
"Whose it going to be tonight?" Marty asked.
Les looked to his friend and said, "My turn."
Grace and Ed went into the bedroom and Les and Marty stretched out on the couch. He opened it out flat, in the manner of a day bed, so there would be plenty of room.
Les stripped off his clothing quickly and lay down with Marty. "How was it? Did she do you good?"
"We didn't do that," Marty answered. "We finger fucked ourselves and watched in the mirror."
"Ooo, that's hot. I should have gone in after all. I'd love to have seen that."
"Maybe later," Marty said. "For now, I want you to fuck me."
Les got onto his knees in front of Marty. He stroked his cock and hardened it the way. He stared at her as he played with himself. "You know, men like doing that too."
"I know. But I just have to have a fuck. Please, get started. I want to feel you up inside of me."
Les spit in his palm and rubbed the saliva over the fat head of his cock. When he lifted Marty's legs up and draped them over his shoulders he hunched forward and his hard cock slipped right in.
Les was into teasing and toying. He wanted to experience each little rise and fall in the lining of Marty's pussy. He pushed his cock in slowly, withdrew it a little, shoved in a little, withdrew and then plunged all the way in.
Marty gasped with the sudden, wonderful, filling intrusion. She tried to spread her legs even further apart. He clung to Les' shoulders with her hands and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Les supported himself on stiffened arms. He began to thrust forward and backward. His cock, so hard and unbending, needed no guidance from his hands.
Quickly he set a pace that pleased them both. Very short thrusts, three or four in a row, then a deep, gyrating twist, up and almost out, then the quick ones again. His cock felt, to Marty like a cooling liquid fire that filled all the little crevices in her flesh. She felt like she was aflame but the sensation was too good to doubt.
Les began to sweat. He breathed hard, gasping out choppy little sentences telling Marty how he felt about her and how good it felt to be fucking her.
Marty forced herself to think of other things. She wanted to make sure that she didn't cum first. She gritted her teeth to hold back the orgasm and enjoyed the thrusting, pushing, twisting fuck.
Les gasped, "Now. Oh fuck, it's now."
Marty felt his cock swell, jerk and flex inside of her and she took that as the signal to let herself go.
With Les pouring his seed into her, thumping and bumping his cock in her cunt, Marty came too. Her orgasm was a long series of powerful contractions and relaxations and the release of a huge amount of juices.
They rocked back and forth, cumming, groaning, sharing the exquisite sensations together.
Les rolled onto his side and then his back, pulling Marty with him as he turned. When he was stretched out on his back, she was sitting astride his cock.
They remained in that position for a few minutes until they could move and breath easily. When Marty started to raise up, pulling Les' cock out of herself she opened the flood gates and their combined juices poured out onto his crotch, running in thick rivulets down, over his balls to puddle on the couch.
The sounds from the bedroom told Les and Marty their friends were at the apex of their sexual encounter too. There were delighted cries, groans and heavy breathing.
"Sounds like they found one another in the dark, doesn't it?" Les kidded.
"Mmm."