PLAYTIME – Chap. III – The New Toy

Kelly woke up horny on Sunday morning, wearing her night attire — skimpy white panties and a sheer teddy tied in the front. Her fingers idled below her waist as she contemplated a fantasy.
The work-party she’d hosted last month had gone well. She laughed at the joke she’d sprung on her friend Mary, talking the guys into setting up that quiet prig James. They’d pushed the two into a closet and held the door for a minute, fully expecting James to take advantage of the situation in the dark. Mary later told Kelly nothing happened, and Kelly was surprised but believed her. Mary was so straight, so proper. John, Mary’s husband, hadn’t come with her to the party. And the prank flopped.
Kelly knew Mary had spoken a couple of times about the routine nature of her marriage, had talked several times at lunch about the same-o, same-o of marriage, and Kelly felt her friend was disappointed now. Still single, Kelly wondered if all marriages went through this stage, or if it was just John and Mary. Maybe they were getting ready to divorce, oh my gosh!
Anyway, it was a fun prank. James is a nice guy, needs to be assertive, and gosh, Mary has a hot bod, especially for someone in her fifties. She always gets looks after she walks by. Even from James.
Kelly licked a finger and slid it into her panties, imagining James nude and what he would be like in bed. A fireball? A dominating master taking over the shy young thing, like in the bodice-rippers? A submissive plaything for a wild freak? Her fingers rubbed rhythmically as she got slippery. Kelly slid a finger inside, then two, and she imagined Mary’s handsome husband John banging her, but then it was James, and as the pictures formed in her head of first one, then another taking her, she felt the orgasm coming and arched her back and plunged deep, gasping as the heatwave of sensation shook her. When it was over, she withdrew her fingers and tasted them, imagining she was licking the semen spurted into her by her imaginary conquests. I should be on film.

It was Thursday at lunch when Mary asked her. No plans for Saturday night, she said, why don’t you come over and we’ll play cards or watch a movie? It sounded to Kelly as if there was a big teasing smile behind that offer, but then, that was just Mary. You never could tell with her. She “bubbled” when she talked, and her infectious chatter drew you in and made you an intimate almost at once. John’s a lucky guy. I wonder if he knows it.

She chose her best-fitting Wrangler jeans, the ones that clung tight and made her one hot mama. An evening with friends would be fun, and might even perk up their stale marriage. Let’s see, a t-shirt? No, too casual and it makes my boobs stand out. A light sweater? No, too warm. Um, the blue chambray shirt with the tail untucked might be the right touch, comfortable and classy, and a little on the sexy side. Wouldn’t hurt a bit to “tease” John. Watching herself in the mirror, she slid into skimpy black panties, the ones with the lace – not that anyone will see them but me, it’s just that I know I’m one sexy thing with these on, and that counts.


The Get-Together

“Hi,” said John at the door.
“Hi yourself!” said Kelly, sweeping inside with a flourish and smelling John’s English Leather as she brushed by. Now that’s nice.
“Hi Kelly,” gushed Mary. “You look great, so nice you had the night free! You are so cute, girl!” They hugged like girls, happy to see each other, air-kissed.
While John went to the kitchen to get drinks, they plopped on the couch and caught up on the week’s work-gossip. Kelly noticed Mary seemed to “sparkle” more than usual, if that was possible, and looked at her with wide eyes, questioning. “Oh, just another week as usual,” Mary replied, but that devilish glint in her eyes hinted at something.

She noticed Mary’s blue chambray shirt, and they laughed at the similarity. What a coincidence!

A little Molson’s, a start at Hearts at the table. Mary seemed antsy – not uncommon for her. She kept glancing at her husband. After the first hand, Mary’s eyes opened wider and flashed at John meaningfully, and he said to Kelly, “Wanna watch a movie?”
Kelly was aware of something going on between the marrieds, and wondered if it was this. “Sure, why not? What is it?”
“Well,” said Mary, “we ordered a couple in the mail recently from a company called Elegant Angel and haven’t watched them yet. We could watch the one with Ginger Lynn in it, or the one with Hyapatia Lee.”
Kelly had heard of the first one and knew Mary was talking about a XXX movie. She opened her mouth in mock surprise and smiled – “Are you guys watching sexy movies now?”
“Yeah, guess so – are you interested? We could just play cards,” said Mary. I hope she isn’t getting freaked out.
“I like movies,” said Kelly. This could prove to be a very interesting evening, she thought. “Let’s watch the Hyapatia movie, I don’t know who she is.”
John put the DVD in, while Mary and Kelly moved to the couch opposite the TV, with their drinks. John sat nearby in his chair. An air of expectancy hung in the room. Mary spoke. “Kelly, do you remember last month at the party when I got pushed into the closet with James?”
Uh oh. “I heard about that,” said Kelly cautiously. Is this what’s going on – am in for it? She wondered if Mary had told her husband. Well duh, it’s Mary, she must have.
The movie showed a lovely young girl, dressed in kimono and the typical white make-up of a geisha, lying down on a mat and being tended to by another geisha, preparing her for a massage, a soft lute playing in the background. She removed the clothing, put lotion on her hands and began oiling the backside of the other girl. Her hands slid over the shoulders, down the back, and began kneading the smooth buttocks. Kelly looked straight ahead at the TV, not daring to look over at Mary, or catch John’s eye.
The trio watched the show as Mary said, “Well, in all truth, Kelly, me and John have been thinking for awhile that we need something to spice up our marriage. Something exciting and maybe a little on the devilish side.” Mary didn’t look at Kelly while she said this, looked straight at the movie.
What am I getting into tonight? thought Kelly. I must be the “added spice” to watch X-rated movies with them.
“We invited James over last weekend,” said John. Oh no, is this some kind of set-up with that bore? She didn’t know what to say, so she kept quiet and glued her eyes to the TV.
The screen showed a surprising turnabout, as the massaged naked geisha had turned and began kissing the other, then laid her down and began undressing her. Soon both were naked, and Hyapatia the geisha was very actively making love to the nude body below her. John said, “They’re both so pretty.” Kelly squirmed and readjusted her seating, remembering the way she felt that morning, and starting to feel uncomfortable with her married friends and this lesbian scene, let alone whatever it was Mary was talking about.