Rhonda's Tired Marriage Ch. 05

Rhonda sat down at the writing desk in her new office. Doug had builders convert the fourth bedroom to a new office for her, and Shirley's old office was now a box room. She sat and arranged her thoughts before starting a letter to Agneta.

It was five months to the day since she had moved in with Doug. They had moved her clothes and the set of drawers in Lizzie's bedroom, but she had never slept there. She had intended to sleep in the other bedroom and take things slowly, but after using the bathroom that first night, she'd snuck into Doug's room for a goodnight kiss and had stayed the night. The following day, they cleared all of Shirley's belongings, sent them to the OpShop, and then moved her in.

After sorting the bedroom, they tackled the kitchen. They cleaned out all the drawers, stacked everything on the table, and sorted out the best items to keep. Most of her utensils were better quality, and the spices were fresher. There were many other changes in her life. The most obvious were her relationships with her old friends.  

The dynamics of all her previous friendships had flipped upside down. Her relationship with Ashley (Her supposedly best friend) was cordial at best. Ashley's husband, Mark, had taken her separation from Harry harder than Harry had. Over the years, he had flirted and sexually teased her, and she now realised it had not all been just flirting for him, as he was now ice cold with her on the few occasions they met. Not surprisingly, Ashley's loyalties had followed her husband's. Her other friend, Janet, had also cooled, her loyalties mirroring Ashley's.

However, they had become close to Jean and Mason, which was strange, as she hadn't been close to the couple before her breakup. Jean had been the most empathetic throughout and had given her a lot of support. Also, Doug got on well with Mason, especially when he learned that Mason owned a racehorse.

From the first day he had met Jean, Doug believed she had a crush on Rhonda. He urged Rhonda to develop this so he and Mason could sit on the sidelines and watch Jean and her make love. Rhonda was not ready for that, but after Doug had brought up the possibility, she looked at Jean in a new light.  

Jean was blond, petite and pretty, but not like a model. She usually wore baggy sweaters and long skirts, nothing that showed off her figure. The girls had all thought Jean was very Victorian and joked that she was destined to be an old maid. However, Rhonda still didn't see any signs that Jean was anything other than a model housewife. Jean had asked her a few times how she intended to get revenge. So maybe there was a secret raver under that modest exterior.

Rhonda had kept Marie, the fourth member of her original friendship circle, at arm's length because she did not trust her around Doug. Once Doug had learned about Marie having seduced her, he had also hinted he would like to see them at it. However, as much as she wanted to please Doug, she needed time to work through some issues before she went down that road.

Her issues were related to her weekend away at the Langham Hotel with Marie. The group sex on that fateful Saturday night had left her in tatters. In a single night, she had changed from a puritanical faithful wife to a raving sex maniac. Rhonda was still struggling with how to cope with her newfound sexuality. Doug had been supportive. He listened to her, encouraged her, and never pushed her. At some point, she knew she was going to be confronted with Stan or someone like him again, and her relationship with Marie needed to be addressed. But Doug was all she could handle at present. They made love most nights, sometimes in the morning or when he sneaked in for a quicky with lunch. They'd been back to the river bank and the stables and had it off on the kitchen table and in the shower on more than one occasion.

Sitting at the desk and reminiscing brought to mind an emotional event a month earlier. When Rhonda finally opened up to Doug about some of what happened at the Langham. It was a rather sensitive topic for her as it was close to being Doug and her first argument. She pondered how much she should tell Agneta.

It had begun when a woman turned up at the roadside stall asking about Doug. It was not the first time a woman had come asking. But this woman was aloof and hoity-toity. She looked out of place in her expensive city clothes and treated Rhonda like she was the help. She didn't even consider that Rhonda may have been living with Doug and that that really pissed her off.  

At the woman's request, she phoned Doug and found out he was in the barn. She had the woman follow her up to the yard, where Doug had come out to meet them. It quickly became apparent that they had known one another years before and that she was keen to get her hooks in him again. Rhonda stepped behind the woman and indicated to Doug that he should take her into the stables and give her a quick bonk. Doug looked at Rhonda, gave her an angry look, and shook his head. The woman turned and caught Rhonda nodding at the stables and holding her arm at the elbow and jerking it in a fucking motion.  

Angry and embarrassed, the woman spun on her heels, strode back to her car and drove away.  

Doug had admonished Rhonda, "When will you get it in your thick head that I do not want to sleep with other women? I want you, and only you. Yes! I'd like to watch you making love to other women. And I wouldn't mind sharing you with another man. But that does not mean I want to sleep with other women. You are more than I can handle, thanks."

That night, Doug was still acting cool when they retired to bed. Rhonda made overtures that she wanted to make love, and he retaliated with, "Why did you do that today? I was bloody embarrassed."

"I don't know why," Rhonda whispered.

"You must have some idea. I want us to talk and share everything. Don't clam up on me. Why?"

"She was a stuck-up bitch. She acted like she could march in here, and you'd come running. I got this ridiculous vision of my watching you fuck her over the tack table in the stables. Rough, like the first time you took me. And I would stand and watch and laugh at her submission. I don't know what came over me. I've never felt like that before. I was so happy when you got angry. It's finally made me realise I will be okay with you joining Marie and me."

Doug rolled beside her and told her he didn't want her to share Marie because it was his fantasy, but he wanted her to enjoy it. "Otherwise, I'd rather not go there," he snapped.

Then he added, "Look, the past is the past, but my mates and I sowed plenty of wild oats. Mike, Graham, Chris and I had knocked around since Kindy. In our teens, Mike and I became closer, as we were the ones who could pick up the girls. Graham and Chris seldom had any luck. Chris has only ever slept with two women, one of whom is his wife.

Mike was the real stickman. He got twice as many women as I. But Mike and I were like chalk and cheese. Our private nickname for Mike was 'Bone', as he always had a hard-on. He'd get hard if someone's grandmother walked in the room. He was kinky, too. He liked anal, bondage and threesomes. Most girls would not have a bar of his sharing them, but some were keen."

"What about you?" Rhonda asked.

"I was outgoing and could talk to anyone. But my mother taught me to be a gentleman with women. My steady girlfriends seemed to like that in me. But I had a few one-night stands with the girlfriends of the girls Mike picked up, and on the odd occasion, we would swap partners. And more than once, Mike shared his date.

"Did Mike not have long-term girlfriends?"

"He did, but not many. The first girl we shared was Gail Cummings, and Mike saw her on and off for a year or so. But he was a bastard; he had many other women while he was with her. Even after they broke up, he'd go to her when he lucked out. It is Gail who Mike eventually married. I told you I played up on one of our Fishing trips. Well, that was Gail. It was about four years ago when my marriage was struggling. The four of us guys were taking my boat out from Whangamata. However, Graham pulled out two weeks before because of business commitments, and Chris cancelled the day before as his wife got sick. So Mike brought Gail along for the ride. And I mean that quite literally. She fucked the two of us all weekend. It got very awkward on the Saturday night when she got drunk and proclaimed it had always been me she had wanted."

Doug went quiet, thinking about what to say next.

"It was funny, but when I got home, Shirley knew I had played up. I have no idea how. It had to be intuition, as no one knew that Gail was on the trip. Shirley fucked me silly for three nights before she reverted to her old self. Mike reckoned she was afraid of losing me. I felt like shit for weeks after. I know it was very different from your weekend, but that is why I told you I understand your dilemma."

He looked at Rhonda to see if she understood. Rhonda took his look to mean that he expected her to open up. And she had replied, "I can't give you all the nitty-gritty details. I'm too embarrassed. But as you know, Marie arranged for us to go to Auckland and meet with her Internet date and one of his workers. She'd been on at me to go for three weeks, and I was adamant I would never do that. But when I learned of Harry's infidelity, I relented and agreed to go with her. When we met Andrew, we found out he had brought his nephew along and Mark, who was meant to be my date. Mark's real name was Maaka, a very handsome Maori guy. I came close to bailing out, but I didn't, and as the night went on, I forgot all my inhibitions."

She paused, "That is not all. That was the night I met Agneta, who you know I write to. Lars and Agneta came up to our room after the dinner. You can imagine what happened. We had all had too much to drink, but I'm not blaming it on that. I changed into a completely different person. I could blame it on the men making me do things, but I'd be lying. I instigated much of what happened, stuff I had read about in the dirty stories I'd been reading."

Relating this, Rhonda's face had turned red, and her heart was going ninety to the dozen. She fought her panic and kept talking, "Afterwards, as you can imagine, I was full of remorse and telling myself it was a one-off, something I'd never allow to happen again. Then only six days later, I was on my back in the stables screwing you and Stan. You have been very understanding, but doing you and Stan has been even more difficult for me to deal with."

Doug had put his hand over her mouth and told her he no longer needed to hear. He rolled on top and kissed her. She clung to him, valuing that he wasn't judging her. When she felt him nibble on her neck and his hand creep down and thumb her nipples, she opened her legs and ground her aching sex against his thigh.

Rhonda wanted him fast and hard. But Doug took it slow and was gentle with her. He ran his fingers through her long, silky, auburn hair and bent her head backward to get at her throat. She searched out his cock, and began stroking it. Tempting to excite him and make him take her fast, thereby validating her failings.

Her actions worked. Doug was working his way down her body to eat her when his cock throbbed in her hand, and he let out a frustrated groan. He jerked up, pushed her legs apart and thrust himself home. He was too fast for her, but as always, when he came too soon, he rolled on his side and finished her off with his fingers.

Afterwards, they lay and talked. Rhonda shared some more intimate details. She even told Doug about the size of Jason's cock. An hour later, they made love again. This time, it was slow and gentle. And it was well after midnight before they turned out the lights. The night had finally put to bed many of the issues worrying Rhonda.

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Agneta and Rhonda had been communicating fortnightly since they had met. They had shared secrets that neither had ever told any other person. In their first letter, Agneta opens up about how the Langham night changed her and Lars' marriage, which surprised Rhonda. She knew that night would have destroyed even the best of marriages. Lars and Agneta hadn't done it all on their own. They were seeing a marriage counsellor, who had put them onto a sex therapist in Denmark. The sessions Agneta described in her letters had helped Rhonda come to terms with her own issues.

She'd asked why they flew to Denmark and learned it was related to the circles in which they had moved. They had to be discrete, and it was a very short flight to Copenhagen, a city they travelled to often as Lars had business there.

Running through all this had Rhonda quite aroused. She rose and went to the kitchen to get some cold water. Back in the office, with her mind much clearer, she began to write.

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Stirling Station. 28/1/05

Dear Agneta,

I'm sorry I've taken so long to reply to your last letter. I promise I will not leave it so long in the future.  

Tomorrow, it will be five months since I moved in with Doug. Apart from the little hiccup I told you about in my last letter, we are good - No, much better than good. We are still on cloud nine. The little hiccup has cleared the air between Doug and me, and I'm now much more comfortable with his wanting to watch me with Marie, so I must sort that out. I've been keeping her at arm's length, and it's getting awkward. I've not fully come to grips with his wanting to watch me with another man. However, I might face that sooner than I like, as we are going away with our friends Jean and Mason in two weeks.

About that, I've been waiting with bated breath to hear about the couple you met at sex counselling. (All the nitty details, please.)

It's been a mad summer break. We had all the children here on Christmas Day. It was the first time both families had been together, and my apprehension about how they would get on was ill-founded; there were no issues. Doug's oldest, Michael, was more than a little interested in my Lizzie. There might be some issues there, as Doug's workers, Liam and Nigel, turned up later in the day, and Nigel also has hots for Lizzie. It was hilarious watching the two young men attempting to outshine one another.

With the six children, husbands, and boyfriends, sixteen people were at our dinner table. Luckily, I love to cook. We had roast lamb and vegetables. New potatoes, beans, and peas (which the kids helped shell that morning). Several deserts followed. My Lizzie made a beautiful trifle, and Doug's daughters made pavlova and a cheesecake.

What did you get for Christmas? Doug bought me a saddle as he was so proud of my horse riding. I can take some small jumps now, so it's not up to your standard, but it's a significant improvement after only 5 months. He also bought me a new car, although I got that three weeks before. It's a Ford Escape SUV, which the kids all reckon he purchased for himself. But I don't care. It is the first new car I've ever owned.

Michael informed his father on Christmas Day that he had finished his papers at the Ruakura Research Centre and would be coming home for good in February. I'm happy about that, as he will help run the farm, and it will free up Doug to take me on some holidays. I've already laid some seeds with Doug about our visiting Sweden. Michael will sleep in his old bedroom for a start. But there are some old workers' bedrooms over the barn that Doug has talked about renovating for him, and we are expecting the builders any day.

Micheal's impending return has also jolted Doug into action regarding building our new house. He has approached two architects, and we will meet with both firms next week. He has also been working on the farm track from the main road to the site by the river. He's widening and sealing it so we can drive in directly from the main road and not have to come in via the existing farmhouse, which is nearly a good mile longer. We intend to leave the roadside stall where it is, though and have hired a gardener. He is an old mate of my fathers, who has gardened all his life. He will drive out daily from Morrinsville and look after the roadside stall.

I'm going to concentrate on the accounts. I've already attended two three-day courses on 'keeping books for a small business' at Hamilton Polytechnic and may start a correspondence course in another month. Bruce, our accountant with whom I had a falling out, is on speaking terms now. He has given me lots of advice and wants me to spend some days in his office as work experience.

Another big high point for me was the sale of my house. The sale went through at the end of last year but was not settled until two weeks ago. It sold for NZ$440,000.00. That's an excellent price for Morrinsville, and I now have almost NZ$200,000 in my bank account. The most money I have ever seen. Poor old Harry has to buy a new place with his half. It may have finally made him realise what he had given up. I wanted to put my money towards our new home, but Doug won't hear of it. He says he will sell a couple of horses at the next Karaka Yearling sale to cover the new house and wants me to put my money into a trust for the kids. He hopes one of the horses he's selling will fetch around NZ$500,000, as it has very good breading, and the foals that Bolt sired, he expects, will be worth much more than that. I ride Betty most days. Her pregnancy is beginning to show, but the foal is not due until September. I can't believe those prices. Are horses expensive in Sweden? What do you pay for your horses?

Anyway, I'm rambling. I've planned your return visit for July/August and compiled a list of things we'd like to show you. But I will not book anything until you give us firm dates.

I'd like you to stay here for at least two nights. The accommodation will be crude, as the farmhouse is over forty years old and poorly insulated. But it's probably better than some ski lodges you have stayed in, and it has a wetback that burns in the kitchen all winter and a log fire in the lounge.

Doug will get a dozen sheep down and shear them for you. It's a few weeks early, but he'll leave them down on the flat where there is shelter. Doug made love to me on the trimming table in the shearing shed last time we were there, so that may be more interesting to you than the shearing. Afterwards, we'll take you riding up the hills to an old hut, where the views of the Hauraki Plains are spectacular. Then, we will ride down to where we plan to build.

Next, we'd like to take you over to Whangamata, where we have a house (Only five years old and insulated), and the boat is moored nearby. His launch has berths for six, but Doug says we should just go out fishing for the day and not sleep on the launch, as the weather will be too cold for it to be enjoyable. Doug says to ask if you guys Scuba Dive, as he can arrange some dive gear. But if you don't, he will do a quick dive and get us some Crayfish for dinner.

You said last time that you skied Coronet Peak in Queenstown. Well, Doug suggests that we take you to Wanaka this time, and I will book us into a hotel on the shores of the lake. Then we will have a choice of two or three Ski fields nearby. Treble Cone is the closest and has the longest runs. But Cardrona is an excellent ski field, and Coronet Peak is just over an hour away. If the weather is terrible, jet boating, white water rafting, and bungee jumping are also available. He will take me skiing for a week before you guys arrive, so I have some chance of keeping up with you ski-pro's.

It would also be nice to spend some time around Rotorua. There are some good golf courses there and hot springs and spas for you and me to visit while the boys chase the little white ball. Am I trying to fit too much in? Please give me your views. You may need to plan for more than two weeks.

Love Rhonda.

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Doug walked in the door as Rhonda was about to put the letter in the envelope. So she showed it to him and asked if she'd missed anything about what she had planned for Agneta and Lars' visit. He said it all sounded good, except for the comment that he wanted her to sleep with another man.

"I said I didn't mind if you wanted to sleep with someone else. That's a million miles away from wanting you to. I get just as insecure and scared of failure as you do. I worry that you will find someone else and leave me. I know I'll get jealous if you sleep with another man, but it excites me also. That orgasm I witnessed you having with Stan was unbelievable. I probably was as turned on just as you were. I don't want to deny you that experience again."       

Doug looked to see how she had taken his heartfelt declaration, "As for our weekend away, I don't think you should sleep with Mason. I know he has his eye on you and probably has done so long before I was on the scene."

Rhonda interrupted, "But you want me to try seducing Jean so you can watch? How is that going to work? Mason is not going to sit and watch without getting horny."

"I have no idea how the weekend will go. I know Jean's much different from what you and your girlfriends think of her. Mason tells me that they watch blue movies whenever the kids stay at their grandparents' house and that it's Jean's idea to order them. And he says she's getting into some kinky stuff, group sex, gang bangs and especially where there are two women involved. All of this reinforces my belief that she'd like to get you into the sack, which is a fantasy of mine. Maybe you give him a hand job if things get out of hand. But I think going further than that will complicate things. It would probably mean me doing stuff with Jean, and I don't want that."

"Why don't you want to sleep with Jean? Most men would?"

"This is hard to say. But if I were to sleep with any other woman, it would give you the excuse to sleep with other men. I know that goes against what I have just said, but I'm selfish. I want to have the choice of who you sleep with. And I won't give you away very easily. Does that make sense?"

Saying she understood, Rhonda asked if she should rewrite her letter. Doug replied, not to bother, that it would be interesting to see what Agneta thinks about my debased fetishes.

Rhonda asked him his views on Agneta and Lars's visit later in the year: "You know Agneta is excited about us having time together. And I'm also looking forward to getting in the sack with her. She is beautiful and has a much nicer figure than me."

Doug laughed, "Impossible. No way can her figure be better than yours. But again, I think we play it by ear with Lars and Agneta. If Lars expects another session with you, and you want it, I will find a way to deal with it. But with all you have planned, I'm thinking there is not going to be a lot of time for sex anyway."

They left things at that and had lunch.

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Two days later, Rhonda looked out the window and saw Marie's car approaching the house. She panicked, not having thought about how to approach her or what to say. She walked out and stood on the porch as Marie exited the car.

"Hello, stranger. Can I come in?" Marie asked, looking nervous.

"You must be physic. Not three hours ago, I was thinking of calling you."

As Marie walked up the steps, "Why didn't you?"

"I didn't know what to say," said Rhonda, beckoning her to follow. "Come, I'll put the jug on for morning tea."

They sat in the kitchen and talked while Rhonda made the tea and set some biscuits on a plate. When there was a pause in the small talk, Marie asked, "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"As I said. I didn't know how to break our silence. I was pretty messed up."

"But I helped you and gave you good advice. You wouldn't be sitting here now if I hadn't pressured you into returning to work that Saturday."

"You're right. And I guess I should thank you. But I don't trust myself around you. I know you could get me into bed again with little encouragement, and I'm not ready."

"Why would that be a problem? You told me Doug had encouraged you to sleep with me again and that he'd like to watch."

"What if he changes his mind when he sees the passion between us and kicks me out? Also, I don't trust you. I believe you would bed Doug in a flash if you had a chance."

"I could promise you that I wouldn't."

"But you do stuff behind your husband's back. How can I believe you wouldn't go behind mine?"

"I wouldn't."

"Look, this is not really about whether I trust you. I like you. I owe you a lot. I may have gotten together with Doug without your pushing me to return to work that morning. But I would likely have been the same ignorant partner I was with Harry. Saying no at least five times before I thought I could say yes. So it's not about anything you did. But about what I did."

Seeing Marie's hurt expression, Rhonda said, "Can you give me some more time? Have dinner with us this Friday night. Jean and Mason are coming."

Marie finished her tea in one gulp and rose to leave. She snapped, "I'll see what John is doing and get back to you." 

Then Marie's hurt look softened, "But that would be lovely."

As Rhonda walked Marie to the car, she asked, "How did you meet up with Jean and Mason? They introduced you guys to us initially, didn't they?"

"Our sons are friends. They play rugby together. And John and Mason hit it off. Changing the subject. What shall I bring Friday night?"

"Do you want to do a dessert? Doug will put on the barbecue, and Jean will bring a salad. I'll do everything else.

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Friday morning, Rhonda received a letter from Agneta. She realised that her letter wouldn't have arrived in Sweden yet, but she was excited and eager to hear her news. So, she made herself comfortable and opened it.

27/1/05

Stockholm.

Hello lover,  

I haven't heard from you in a while. Thank you so much for all your kind words. They made me feel quite exceptional. Lars wondered what I was grinning about, and I told him what you had said and that it got me all horny.

I'm guessing, like us, it has been a hectic time. We have finally put all the Christmas celebrations behind us, and the decorations are packed away. We had all our families here on Christmas Day. And many visits to friends and relatives leading up to and after the big day. We also had a week of skiing in the mountains with friends, followed by a week staying with Lars's parents at their mountain cabin.

I mentioned in one of my letters that I do some community work. Well, that has been busy. You would think that Christmas would be a happy time for everyone, but it is a very tough time for some families.

In your last letter, you asked about Theo and Asta, the couple we met at the sex therapy sessions, and how we communicate. Communication is not an issue. Although Denmark and Sweden are different countries, we all speak Scandinavian. We say some words differently, but Lars has business interests in Denmark, and we have other friends there, so we both understand Danish well. Also, we all speak good English, and there are times when the therapist will revert to this, and much of the material he uses is written in English.

We met Theo and Asta again last weekend. We had our fifth session in Copenhagen. This one was a group session with three other couples. It was touchy-feely with the couples learning massage techniques, etc. We asked Theo and Asta to have a coffee with us when it finished. We asked them up to our room when we finished our coffees. But they declined as her mother was babysitting their children, and they needed to get home. But next weekend, we are down in Copenhagen for another session, and they have said they'll keep the night free. So we will see what happens.

They are an interesting couple. Asta had an affair with someone from her work, and Theo caught them having it off at a work function. He is not handling her infidelity at all well. She did not want to finish the affair, said it was only sex, and that Theo needed to up his game. He had some issues even before she played up, which is why they are seeing the therapist. He's a good-looking guy, and I catch him having a good perv at me whenever Asta is not watching. Good old Lars has noticed as well and is keen to watch. But Theo is not okay with sharing Asta. He is super jealous. So watch this space, as you English say.

We do not have the dates locked in for our ski trip with you yet. The main board meeting for Lars company's is in July. The confirmed date should be decided upon next week. I'll write as soon as I know.

Have you made things up with Marie yet? If you two get together, I want a detailed account, even though I'll be very jealous.

Lars and I are much more in tune sexually now. The sex sessions and our being open about everything have helped us enormously. Lars managed to give me two orgasms a few days ago. That has never happened before. I tell him most things these days but have not mentioned that I was thinking of Jason and his fabulous cock on the second orgasm.

Has Marie been with Maaka and Jason again, and do you think you will see them again?

I hope there is a letter from you in the mail. I need some more of your positive reinforcement.

Love Agneta.

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That evening, Rhonda showed the letter to Doug, and they spent some time talking about jealousy. She replied briefly, answering Agneta's questions, and added a note at the end that they should try using email and explaining that her daughter, Lizzie, reckoned that email was far more secure than snail mail. She sealed the envelope and put it in her purse to mail the following day.

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Friday night's barbecue went without a hitch. It was a low-key event held on the front porch. No one drank much as they were driving. But there was an awkward moment when Marie learned they were taking Jean and Mason with them to the Beatles cover band concert the following weekend.

Doug stepped in and explained that his mate in Auckland had four spare tickets and had booked the accommodation in Matakana. "We'd love to have you guys with us. But I know it is all sold out. Another time I promise."

John asked where the concert was being held. Doug had explained that it was in a big marque at the Ascension Wine Estate near Matakana, about an hour north of Auckland, and that there was to be a three-course meal beforehand.

As was common at a Kiwi barbecue, the women spent time together talking girls stuff, while the boys all stood around the barbecue. At one point, when Jean went to the toilet, Mason got Rhonda aside and asked if she would take Jean shopping for something to wear for the weekend - explaining that he had been trying for years to get her to wear sexier clothes. When the night came to a close, Rhonda casually asked Jean if she wanted to come shopping with her on Tuesday, and they made time to meet.

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Rhonda picked Jean up at 11:00 Tuesday morning and drove her to Hamilton. They had lunch in a Cafe on the main drag and then hit the shops. Rhonda couldn't help remembering the day Marie had taken her shopping. She'd resisted much of what Marie had made her try on. Jean was much the same. But Rhonda explained that she'd feel a lot more uncomfortable if the others were all dolled up and she was wearing frumpy clothes.

Rhonda got quite a surprise when Jean stripped to her briefs in the first changing room. Apart from her large breasts, she had the figure of a teenager. Jean raised her hands to cover herself and tried to press her breasts flat, "I hate my breasts. The boys always teased me about them at school."

That told Rhonda why Jean always wore baggy jumpers and loose-fitting clothes. She pulled Jean's hand down and said, "God, you shouldn't hide that figure or those beautiful tits. I know you'll feel self-conscious about what I pick out for you. But believe me, the guys will go nuts when they see your figure in something more fitting."

Still, she struggled to find anything that Jean would wear. When they reached the end of the main shopping strip, still without seeing a dress she'd buy, they passed a shop called Peaches & Cream. It was not obvious what the shop was, as the front windows were covered in black paper. But Rhonda caught a glimpse of some lingerie as a man exited the shop.  

"There is lingerie in there. Let's go have a look."

"Good lord, no, it's a sex shop," Jean blurted out.  

Before Rhonda could think about talking her into coming in with her, Jean grabbed her arm and steered her across the road to another boutique. A salesgirl approached them and soon had Jean in the changing room with three dresses for her to try on. Seeing she was interested in a couple of them and might be a while, Rhonda slipped out of the shop and crossed the road to Peaches & Cream.  

Doug had talked about her wearing a butt plug more than once, so she thought she would surprise him. With some trepidation, she entered the shop, fully expecting there would be filthy, lewd men hanging around inside, perving on her. But to her relief, the shop was empty, and a twenty-something girl was behind the counter.

The sales girl called out, said hello and asked if she could help. Rhonda shook her head and escaped into one of the aisles. But she was confronted by a wall that had about fifty different types of vibrators and not a butt plug in sight. She had no idea how a butt plug would be packaged, so she bit the bullet and approached the counter.  

"I have drawn the short straw and have been sent to buy a butt plug for a girlfriend who is turning forty. I do not know what I'm looking for, so I need some help."

The girl slipped under the counter and led Rhonda back down the vibrator IsleIsle. They passed some leather harnesses, and next to them were rubber cocks, one somewhat bigger than Jason's colossal weapon.

"Heavens above, what are those?" She said, pointing at the harnesses.

"Strap-ons," the girl pulled one down and showed Rhonda how the dildo fit through the ring. "Do you want one? This one is my favourite," she said, holding the mass of leather straps to her groin and the black rubber phallus pointing at the ceiling.

"No!" exclaimed Rhonda, cheeks burning red. "Butt plugs, please?"

"Over here. This is the one I like," she said, holding out a pink silicone bulb with a narrow flanged end to prevent the device from being lost.

"The men all buy these." She held one up that had a stainless steel unit with a blue jewel on the flange.

"What size should I buy?"

"They're not expensive. Why don't you get your birthday girl a set of three? Small, medium and large."

At that moment, a man entered the store. Rhonda wanted to hide, but she noted that the guy looked more embarrassed than her, and he scurried down the Isle that had magazines and tapes.

Wanting to leave the place and knowing that Jean might have tried on all three dresses, she asked for the set of three and the pink one the girl had shown her.

She rushed across the road and found Jean waiting for her.

"You went and looked in the sex shop, didn't you? What was it like?" exclaimed Jean.

"Embarrassing. But I had to buy something for a friend."

Jean looked at Rhonda sceptically before asking another question. So Rhonda quickly changed the subject and asked, "Have you chosen a dress?" 

Jean held up the shopping bag and swore to Rhonda that it was sexy and revealing. They set out down the other side of the main drag, looking for a second dress, shoes, and lingerie. When there was a gap in the pedestrians, Jean asked what it was like in that shop.

"I was mortified. However, no one was in the shop, so it wasn't too bad. But I was scared someone I knew would walk in."

"What did you see?" Jean whispered. Seeing some pedestrians closing in on them.

"There was a wall full of vibrators. I had no idea they made that many types - every colour you could imagine. I didn't look around. I just grabbed what I went in there for and ran out the door."

Then Rhonda added, "Oh, and there were some harnesses and rubber cocks that the sales girl said were strap-ons. One of the rubber cocks was huge. Much bigger than the young guy I met on my weekend away with Marie. I don't know how a woman could enjoy something like that."

"You have to tell me about that weekend. I'd love to have a big cock. Some of the black guys in the videos I've been renting have huge penises. Mason reckons they doctor the videos to make them look larger. But I don't believe him. They look genuine to me."

A few shops later, Jean found another dress she liked. Rhonda had tried to get her to buy a different one, but Jean had told her to buy it herself if she liked it so much, and she did. In the changing room, Jean had pressed Rhonda about the brown paper bag she was attempting to hide, and Rhonda had finally admitted to her that she'd bought some butt plugs.

Jean wanted to try one, and with much cajoling, Rhonda finally opened the package. Giggling like teenage girls, they dared one another to insert one. Rhonda chose the pink one, Jean, the medium-sized chrome model. For the rest of the strip, their minds were not on shopping. Shop assistants must have wondered if they were on drugs. They were giggling and fooling around so much.

Finally, they gave up and found a coffee shop. They dropped their shopping bags in a cubicle near the back and ordered coffee. They sat gingerly and giggled some more at the feelings the butt plugs were invoking.

Sipping her coffee, Rhonda wondered how to ask if Jean was into women. Before formulating any plan, Jean broke the silence and asked about her trip to Auckland. "Marie told me on the quiet that it was a raunchy weekend of revenge sex, but when I tried to push her for details, she said she could never kiss and tell."

Rhonda went quiet, not knowing what to say. And Jean, seeing her hesitation, continued, "I want to try some exciting sex. I have read some stories, and it seems I have never done most of the stuff other couples do. I've tried to get Mason interested by watching some blue movies. But although the movies turn him on, he tells me they are all made up, and normal people don't do that stuff. I just can't find a way to tell him that I want to do some of the things we see in the films."

Rhonda decided she might as well be direct: "Are you hoping that this weekend may end in you sleeping with Doug and me?"

"Mason said Doug wants to watch two women making love."

"I don't want to share Doug. But from what Doug tells me, his friend Mike and his wife, whom we will meet this weekend, are players, and I'm guessing the couple he's bringing along will be also. So you may get your wish, but I doubt that Doug and I will get involved."

Jean struggled to keep eye contact, "What will I do about Mason? I don't think he will let me. I was hoping you would keep him entertained."

Rhonda laughed. Then, seeing that Jean was deadly serious, "Do you realise that until the week I kicked Harry out, I'd never slept with another man? I thought that exciting sex was when we did it in the daytime. Not really the best résumé for the games you want to play."

Jean, made to apologise. So Rhonda interjected again, "Look, On the rebound, I slept with Marie a couple of times, Okay. That's why Doug said he wants to watch. And he thinks you may want to try a woman also. That's where the men got their wires crossed. I think you are lovely, and when I get my head around all that I have done, I might be keen to play around. But as I said to Marie last week, give me time. As for this weekend, I have no idea what will happen. But If I can help set something up for you, I will, as I have no qualms about your exploring your sexuality. Let's get these bags to the car and head home."

When they stood and bent to pick up their bags, both recoiled and giggled when the butt plugs moved. "Should we go take them out?" Rhonda asked.

"No. It's making me horny. I'm going to leave mine in until Mason gets home," Jean replied.

As they walked to the carpark, Jean kept talking, pouring out her life's story. She'd always been shy and reserved, and apart from boys teasing her about her tit's, few ever attempted anything. But she hadn't been a virgin when she married Mason. One of her brother's friends had snuck around a few times. She wished she had not married so young and had tasted many more boys.  

Rhonda asked how she met Mason. Jean explained that her first job had been at Mason's company, working in the office. She'd been eighteen. Mason had asked her to help him with some after-hours work, and their relationship had started. He didn't attempt anything for months and had thought she was a virgin. She admitted to Rhonda that she'd never dared tell him differently.  She continued to tell Rhonda about reading the sexy stories, and the more she read, the more she realised she wanted to try lots of things. But she was expecting she was going to spend the rest of her life dreaming and masturbating.

Once in the car, Jean admitted to having borrowed a sexy VHS tape from a workmate. It was just a couple having sex, but it had spiced up their sex life. However, it didn't lead to Mason wanting to try much more than their usual missionary position. So she had plucked up the courage and began hiring more raunchy tapes from the local video store. She admitted that she was now renting gang bang videos, her absolute favourite fantasy, and lesbian, which seemed to turn Mason on more than any of the others.

Rhonda admitted to Jean that she had never watched a blue movie. She said Harry had tried to get her to watch one early in their marriage, and she had acted so offended he'd never tried again.

"Oh, you must watch the one we saw the other night. It was a French woman whose husband invited four mates to watch sport. He had her sit between him and one of the men then began to kiss her. She resisted but slowly gave in to her husband. Soon, the man beside her was stroking her leg. She kept pushing his hand away, but he was insistent. Over the next half hour, the other men all joined in, one kissing her neck and ears, another massaging her feet, the other two undoing buttons and trying to get their hands under her skirt."

Jean explained that it was a slow seduction, something she'd seldom experienced, all her sexual experiences finishing way too quickly. As they reached Motumaoho, a small village six miles short of Morrinsville, Jean was explaining the woman's final capitulation, where she had willingly let all five men take her.  

Jean's story had Rhonda squirming in her seat. She looked across at the demure, innocent waif, describing her favourite sexual fantasy, and realised she was in agony and longing to touch herself. She made an on-the-spot decision and pulled into the Motumaoho School. Still being the summer holidays and a workday afternoon, the school was deserted. She pulled in beside a picnic table at the school gate, grabbed her water bottle and exited the car.

"Why are you stopping?" Jean exclaimed.

"I need to pee," she said, moving towards the bushes on the other side of the table, vaguely thinking she could relieve herself if the bushes hid her from sight.

"I'll join you," said Jean, climbing out the passenger side.

They both squatted down, just out of sight from the road. Their nervousness was written all over their faces. Both women were covered in goosebumps and weren't from the cold. Jean rose first and sat at the picnic table. Rhonda nervously rose and sat beside her. Jean made the first move. Taking hold of Rhonda's hand, she placed it just above her knee. Rhonda didn't hesitate. She told herself, what the fuck, moved her hand up under Jean's skirt and slipped her hand inside her panties.

Jean searched out Rhonda's mouth and drew her in for a passionate kiss. And when Jean's hand slid up her leg, she found she had no control over her body. Her thighs opened, her back arched, and she was so turned on, she had to pull back to gasp some air. A car drove past, but Rhonda saw they were mostly hidden from the road. Then, as she moved to return the kiss, a bus passed. The car didn't offer the same privacy. She could see the passengers above the hood. None appeared to be looking their way, and she found she didn't care anyway. Being caught seemed rather exciting.

Jean's fingers had found her wet hypersensitive pussy, triggering jolts of pleasure up her belly into her breasts and making her gasp. Rhonda felt an orgasm building. They came upon her so suddenly these days. Not wanting to cum yet, she stood and ordered Jean to sit on the end of the table and lay back. Pulling the woman's panties down below her knees, she pressed her palms against her thighs and forced her legs wider apart. Using her mouth, she parted Jean's labia, dipped her tongue into the slick liquid mess and pressed it around Jean's swollen clit.

She sensed movement and swivelled her eyes up to look. Jean was unbuttoning her blouse, lifting her bra under her chin and twisting her nipples.  

Jean caught her watching, "God, I'm going to cum," Then, clamping her legs around Rhonda's head, she arched her back off the table.  

"Holy shit, I'm coming." 

Rhonda was scared the scream Jean released would be heard in Motumaoho as the town was only three hundred meters down the road. She held Jean tight as the violent contortions running through the woman's body eased. When she was calm, Rhonda stood to help her get back to the car.

But Jean pulled her back, "My turn. Sit where I was." And she pushed Rhonda down onto her back and began running her tongue up Rhonda's legs.

"Oh, shit," cried Rhonda. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

But she was too far gone to stop her and just lay back and let Jean pull her panties aside.   She moaned as Jean found her wet slit and gently stuck a finger inside of her. As her wet fingers began tracing circles around Rhonda's juicy opening, She felt Jean's other hand move up and grope her breasts. Then buttons were popping, and Jean released her breasts.

Rhonda opened her eyes as a car zoomed by. She twisted her head around and could see ten feet of road. Another car raced by, but she got such a brief glimpse of the driver that she was sure he wouldn't have seen anything. Just the same, she concentrated on getting herself off, wanting to escape to the safety of her car.  

Driving her mind back to what Jean was doing, she realised the timid waif was biting her nipples and that each nip was driving her crazy. Rhonda pushed her away. Undeterred, Jean scooted down her body and positioned herself between her legs again. She resumed kissing and nibbling the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs. Then Jean's breath brushed over her loins, her tongue snaked out and gently teased all around her outer lips before hardening into a point and separating her folds. She forced her jabbing tongue deep inside, releasing a deluge of go-juice. Jean pressed her face in hard, wiggling her tongue deep, and began sucking and slurping up every drop.

An aching warmth began to build between Rhonda's legs, an exquisite craving that she couldn't hold back. And when Jean shoved two fingers into her again, she totally lost it. The orgasm was quite sublime. It took forever for her body to stop lurching around on the hard surface of the picnic table. Eventually, she became aware of how uncomfortable the hard surface was, so she rolled away, stood, and refastened her clothes.

Jean was far from finished and wanted more. Rhonda knew they had pushed their luck staying this long outside the school. So she made Jean stand and helped tuck the diminutive woman's aroused peaks back into her bra. She tried to slip Jean's panties into her dress pocket covertly. But Jean noticed, "Why are you taking those?"

Flustered at being caught. Rhonda stammered, "I wanted to take them home to Doug."

Jean blushed and looked like she was going to say no. But then she stated, "That's alright. I want them back, though. Will you ask him about the other couples that are coming this weekend?"

Nodding that she would, Rhonda set off on the last six miles into Morrinsville. After a mile, she asked Jean, "Are you sure you want to fool around? Aren't you worried about your marriage?"

"I want Mason to join me. I've given him plenty of hints. I feel like my life is slipping away, and I've not done anything. I wish he would get some guys together and share me with them. But I know he never will. So, I have to take things into my own hands.

"I'll talk to Doug. But don't build your hopes up, as I've never met the couples, and I don't want Doug involved."

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When Rhonda returned to the farm, Doug asked how the shopping had gone. "Did you find anything for you girls to wear?"

"We did. And I have a present for you."

Rhonda rummaged around in her pocket and handed Jean's lacy knickers over.

"Are these yours?"

"No, they're Jeans. You were dead right about her. She's very frustrated and keen for almost anything."

Doug sat listening as Rhonda started dinner, getting more aroused as she filled him in on all that had happened. When she saw how aroused he was getting, Rhonda turned the stove off.

"I have another little surprise for you," and she bent over the table in front of him and flicked her skirt up.

Doug gave a gasp of admiration. Right in the middle of her shapely derrière was a pink ellipse. "Oh, god," he gasped. "You've bought a butt plug."

"I bought a couple and Jean will be showing hers off to Mason about now."

"Then I guess Mason is probably already doing what I'm about to do." And he pulled her legs apart and played his hand along the line of her butt crack.

"Where are your panties? You dirty girl."

"They are in my purse. They got very messy with what happened on the picnic table."

Doug pushed his knee between her legs so she could work her mound against it. And he pulled the plug almost out. Then popped it in again. He teased her and played with it until Rhonda was begging him to fuck her. Only then did he bend down and begin licking and kissing her slit, driving her wild by withdrawing every time she came close.

Finally, when she was almost out of her mind, he stood and thrust home. That was all Rhonda needed, she climaxed hard. But Doug didn't stop. He began a slow, sensuous rocking, pushing in hard at the bottom of each stroke. Rhonda was so sensitive, she squealed each time he stabbed into her. Then, she was coming again. This time, Doug couldn't hold. He gave a loud groan and rammed himself home, unleashing a torrent of his hot Jissom. Rhonda almost passed out as wave after wave of pleasure ravaged her body.

----

After dinner, Doug called Mike and arranged where they were to meet over the weekend. When he got off the phone, he told Rhonda that Mike said the other couple were Scottish but had lived in New Zealand for over twenty years and that their names were Calum and Flora. He said Flora would not be part of anything. She always escaped to bed when the action got hot. But she never stopped Calum from having fun, so they could probably arrange something for Jean.

Thursday morning, Avery Norman turned up to deliver some fruit. Doug was in the yard and met with him. Avery offered his condolences for Shirley's eloping but added that Doug was well rid of her. Rhonda joined them and stacked all the fruit he'd bought onto her Ranger.

As Avery turned to leave, he added, "I know you said you're not interested in my parties, but we are having one this weekend and have some entertainment."

Doug instantly said, 'No.' But Rhonda held up her hand. "We can't come this weekend, as we are away. But we might be interested in your next party."

Doug looked at Rhonda inquiringly. Rhonda mouthed to him, "Jean and Mason." Then Doug looked to Avery, "Could we bring some friends?"

"Of course. People often sit and watch the first time they come. The next one will be a month away. I'll give you the date when it's arranged."

Rhonda couldn't help but ask, "What is the entertainment?"

"I've got two black guys coming, both well-built, so it will be very interesting." Then, seeing Doug and Rhonda's exchanged glance, he added, "Their French, not American, but one of them speaks really good English."

To be continued...