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the house, and he left for home around four in the afternoon.

Chapter 3
    That night a storm hit. I woke
after midnight hearing the wind and driving rain. The next day was cool and
rainy, the rain lasting all day. I spent the day reading and finished the
novel. I did my usual exercising, and after dinner I went out. The skies were
foggy. I shopped a bit and went to a bookstore. In the “human sexuality” area,
I browsed through titles. Most looked like they were about couples counseling,
and I didn't see what I was after. There were a few “how-to” manuals. Then I
found a book of erotic short stories. Flipping through it revealed a wide
selection of themes: “solo,” “loving wives,” “groups,” “public,” and more. I
bought it.
    That night I began to read it. I
curled on the couch, nude, and snuggled in a quilt. The stories fueled my
imagination. I was surprised to see it was 2:00. I went to bed. A whirlwind of
erotic thoughts spun through my head. I lay awake for sometime and finally
drifted off. I don’t remember if I dreamed.
    Tuesday dawned gray and windless,
cool and humid. I lay around the house reading my new book again.. One story
gripped my interest. A young couple takes a vacation and the wife goes topless
on the beach. She finds herself increasingly aroused. As their vacation goes on
she becomes more uninhibited and discovers her passion for erotic experiences.
I made myself come as I reread that story. I bet I dreamt I was her that night.
    Wednesday was clear and hot. I lay
on the deck tanning for most of the afternoon. Several times I showered in the
redwood shower stall off the deck. That evening, when it cooled, I went out to
the hardware store and got more paint. Again, the store clerk was very helpful.
I think he liked my tan. I wore a white top and saw him noticing my “pokies.” I
smiled privately at the little thrill I gave him.
    The second room would be painted a
nice orange – something called 'mango'. I prepped the bedroom for painting.
This time I washed the trim and only lightly wiped the walls. It would dry
quicker.
    Thursday was a repeat of Wednesday.
Maybe it was hotter. The mail came and with it was a plain wrapped box. I
brought it to the kitchen and slit the wrapping. Inside was a slender silver
vibe. I felt it - a smooth and slender shaft with a rounded but pointed tip. It
felt hard in my hand and not exactly life-like. The base was a switch cap that
opened for the batteries. There were two bottles of lube – “sex oil.” One was
flavored vanilla, the other cherry. I was a bit surprised to find a third item.
Three “luv beads” were connected by a cord. They looked like oblong eggs and
were a little wider than the vibe. The cord ended with a little ring. I
discarded the package wrapping and brought the box to my bedroom.
    That night my husband called, and
we had phone sex. I told him my toys had arrived. He wanted to know all about
them. As we talked, I used the vibe and came twice. Afterwards,  I hid the toys
in my dresser. Tucked under the bras and panties that I no longer wore, they
were safe from prying eyes.
The coming weekend was July 4 th , and we had arranged for two couples
to visit us at the beach house. One couple was a work friend of my husband and
his wife. The other was a girlfriend of mine from work and her husband.
    When they arrived, although the
weekend was fun and I liked the company, their presence changed the tone. Sex
was no longer the center of the weekend. We went to the beach. I grilled dinner
on the deck. We watched the fireworks and the usual other holiday events.
    When the women and I went to get
some fresh seafood and the guys shopped for things to drink, the girls talked
about my staying alone at the house. They were intrigued and saw that I was
relaxed, rested and tanned. I think they could tell I was enjoying it. I hinted
that the weekends were pretty wild, and the separation during the week
heightened our passion. I sensed a bit