The cool water felt good against her skin. She lathered herself up and coated her body with soapsuds. Then she let the spray rinse the soap from her body. Taking the bar of soap again, he rubbed it into her wet pubic hair. Her crotch soon became covered with the frothy suds, which she rubbed all the way back into her ass crack.
As she let the water wash the suds from her cunt hair, she adjusted the shower to make the water warmer. The warmer felt good against her swollen pussylips, and she decided to increase the temperature a little more. Gradually, Sheila realized that the warm spray was making her cunt twitch with pleasure.
She spread her legs, and then she adjusted the shower from a fine spray to a single jet like stream. She thrust her hips forward and spread her cuntlips open, exposing her clit to the jet of water. Sheila gasped as the water slammed against her cunt. She turned the faucet all the way toward hot and screamed as the searing stream of water drenched her aching clit and ran like a raging torrent into her crack.
Her pounding climax nearly made her knees buckle. She shrieked and shuddered as the hot jet of water burned her tender cunt. She wasn't even aware of turning off the shower and making her way to the bedroom where she collapsed.
Sheila wasn't sure how long the phone had been ringing by the time she came to her senses and answered it.
"Hello," she mumbled in a groggy, voice.
"What in the hell is going on over there?" Marge asked almost angrily. "I let the damn phone ring for a good five minutes."
"Uh, I, I'm not sure," Sheila replied. "It just started ringing, I think. Maybe there's something wrong with it."
"Yeah, well, anyway, Harry's gone on an office golf outing and won't be back until God knows what hour of the night. I thought maybe you'd like to come over for a cocktail and then we could treat ourselves to dinner somewhere."
"Cocktails? Now? What time is it?"
"God, honey, you must have been taking a nap. It's five o'clock. Time to get with it."
Sheila was shocked. Her orgy with herself had taken most of the day. She told Marge that she'd be over in a few minutes and hung up the phone. She quickly showered again and dressed. Somehow Marge had sounded suspicious and Sheila wanted to appear as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
"How about a gin and tonic?" Marge offered when Sheila arrived. "I've been sunning myself in the back yard all day, and I really could use something to cool me off."
They chatted on about nothing in particular as they sipped their drinks, and when the glasses were empty, Marge quickly refilled them. Sheila was glad to have someone to talk to.
"How's your swinging life going?" Marge asked without batting an eye. "You and Brad ought to be getting pretty experienced by now." Marge's ability to talk so frankly about sex still shocked Sheila a little. Sheila loved experimenting with sex, but it still seemed funny to her the way Marge could discuss fucking as though she were talking about the weather.
"I'm afraid things have been pretty quiet lately," Sheila replied. "Ever since Brad got his promotion, he's been too busy for us to set anything up."
"Too bad. You know what they say about all work and no play."
"Yeah, I know, but Brad really is busy, so I guess there's nothing we can do about it. At least for a while."
"You ought to come on a weekender with Harry and me. You'd have a great time."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you see there's this group of us. About two dozen couples by now, I guess. Anyway, we rent this lodge out in the country. During the day you can play golf or tennis and swim and so on. At night you just sort of float around making it with anybody you like. I made it with about half a dozen different guys the last time. I even learned a few new tricks, and I thought I knew everything. Sound like fun?"
"I, well, I guess so," Sheila replied slowly. "It all sounds, well kind of out in the open."
"It is, baby. Harry and I always make sure we get to watch each other make it with somebody at least once during the weekend. It makes it all the more groovy."
"I just can't imagine Brad watching while I fucked somebody else."
"Why not? You'd be surprised how excited a scene like that can get you."
"Yeah, I suppose so," Sheila said hesitantly.
"Just, listen to me, honey, I can teach you a lot," Marge said as she got up and walked slowly over to where Sheila was sitting and stood in front of her.
Sheila had an idea of what Marge might be leading up to. "Like what?" she replied teasingly.
"Like this, baby," Marge purred softly as she bent aver and kissed Sheila tenderly on the lips. Sheila responded to the soft warmth of Marge's lips by pressing forward to return the kiss. They mashed their lips together for several minutes, and then Marge pulled Sheila to her feet.
Marge encircled Sheila's slim waist with her arms and their bodies eased together. Sheila's hands went to the back of Marge's neck as they kissed again. Marge felt so soft and the skin of her neck was smooth and silky. And instead of feeling her boobs being crushed against a muscular chest, Sheila felt them being met by the soft mounds of Marge's tits. The sensation of having another woman's tits pressed against her own thrilled and excited Sheila.
Their bodies swayed slowly back and forth as they tasted each other's mouths and let their tongues twist and glide feverishly together. Marge sucked Sheila's tongue deep into her mouth as she ran her hands down Sheila's back and over the smooth curves of her asscheeks. Sheila responded by grinding her cunt passionately against Marge's.
Their bodies eased away from each other after a few moments.
"Whew, you learn fast," Marge said breathlessly. "Oh, Marge, I want to. I want to!" Sheila replied. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to take off your clothes. I want to see you naked. Would you like to do that?"
"Yes, yes I would," Sheila said haltingly.
Marge sat down on the couch and picked up her gin and tonic as Sheila began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. She took off the blouse and unsnapped her bra and removed that, too.
Marge took a sip of her drink as she gazed at Sheila's lovely naked tits. Sheila kicked off her shoes and unzipped her slacks. Marge looked at her longingly as Sheila eased her slacks down her slim legs and stepped out of them. Sheila's triangle of jet black cunt hair was easily visible through her sheer red bikini panties, and she let Marge stare at her for several seconds before removing the last of her garments.
"It feels so groovy to be naked like this," Sheila murmured. "Can we make love now?"
"You bet we can, baby," Marge answered. She led Sheila to the bedroom and told her to lie down on the bed. In seconds Marge was completely nude, too. Marge got into bed with Sheila and they lay facing each other with their naked thighs and tits barely touching. They kissed with wet, open mouths and slowly eased their bodies together. Sheila trembled as she felt Marge's naked skin press against her own for the first time.
Marge's hands were all over Sheila's sexy body. Marge squeezed and kneaded the shimmering flesh of her asscheeks and probed into her crack with her fingers. Sheila squirmed with delight. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Marge's lips descended to the delicate skin of Sheila's neck and then found their way to the tops of her tits.
Sheila lay on her back and writhed passionately as Marge's hot lips planted steaming kisses on her nipples. The older woman nibbled on her tits and then sucked her hard nipples between her lips and bathed them with her hot tongue.
Heavy sighs came from Sheila's parted lips as Marge lashed at her tits with her tongue. Sheila could feel her juices oozing out of her burning cunt to soak her pussy hair and dampen the tops of her thighs. She pressed her thighs together and felt the lusty heat well up within her cunt.