Dot inspected her nude body in the mirror with pride as she prepared for her friend’s visit that afternoon. Her breasts still rode high on her chest at thirty-five; nipples prominent with large pink aureole. Her flat belly led down to the whisp of blond pubic hair that marked the top of her prominent mound of Venus. She cupped her breasts, palming the nipples until they grew even more erect. The ache began to grow in her loins again. She had just had a quick cum in the shower. But that was just her regular afternoon orgasm. She had already had her morning orgasm before Ted got out of bed. <i>No more … not yet</i>, she thought, as she forced herself to stop caressing her furrow. Dot’s husband, Ted, was on duty as usual and today was to be a special afternoon. Dot told him that she had made plans with Marsha for that afternoon and that she’d give him all the details.

On her part, Marsha had been looking forward to this afternoon with Dot. She knew they were going to fuck the afternoon away. Dot had whispered the idea to Marsha while kissing her goodbye the Sunday morning before. Dot and Marsha, along with their husbands and the couple next door, had turned an evening dine-out into an impromptu tailgate orgy on a dark German forest road. Before they parted, Dot invited Marsha for a little love in the afternoon the following week.

Marsha’s beauty would tempt any man, and many women … like Dot. Dot was tall blond and slender. Marsha, shorter, with a perfect figure and long dark hair and green eyes contrasted perfectly with Dot’s blond German beauty.

At twenty-five, Marsha was 10 years Dot’s junior. The two had met when Marsha’s husband Hutch arrived at his new government post at Ramstein Air Base in Southern Germany where Ted was stationed. The girls hit it off immediately. Dot wanted more of the gorgeous girl. She wanted more of her without sharing her with a man. She was in the mood for a girl-girl cum fest.

After applying light makeup, Dot slipped into a light blouse and khaki shorts. Just right for the warm summer weather. She donned a pair of sandals with heels just high enough to set off her long legs. Dot and her husband had already been on station for a year when Marsha and her husband arrived. During that year they had been swinging with their next door neighbors, Jan and Bob. Their nineteen year old daughter, Brooke, had also been introduced to bisexual ways with Jan’s encouragement. Dot told Brooke about her afternoon delight and to drop in as soon as she got home.

Right on time, the doorbell rang. Marsha was wearing a wrap-around skirt and tank top. The outline of her nipples against the light fabric made it patently obvious that she was bra-less. Dot greeted Marsha at the door with a hug and a lingering kiss, dropping a hand to roam lovingly over the woman’s ass. Marsha blushed but obviously enjoyed it nonetheless. Dot led her to the living room couch for a glass of wine. The two women made small talk as Dot opened the bottle.

“I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed the evening out,” Marsha said. “It was a beautiful drive down to Forbach. And, the dinner at the Cheval Blanc was fantastic!” Marsha then leaned forward to accept her glass.

Dot asked, “And the ride home? Did you enjoy the ride home too?”

Marsha beamed at Dot and blurted out, “Oh god, yes! I’ve never had such a fucking good time.” Marsha blushed at her own unintended candor. She grinned sheepishly and asked, “Do you do that often?”

Dot laughed, “Only when the opportunity presents itself! Yes, Ted and I enjoy our sex together and with special people like you and Hutch, but the other night was impromptu, really. “You really look great in that top, by the way.” Marsha thanked her and said it was too hot for a bra.

Dot said, “I can see that. I can see your nipples hardening.” She sipped her wine, gave Marsha a seductive look and deftly felt cupped a breast in her hand. She saw the younger woman blush again but she was breathing more rapidly with excitement.

“Let’s go in the bedroom, we’ll slip out of these things so they won’t get wrinkled and bring your wineglass.” Dot told her.