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of jealousy.
    My husband brought a digital
camera, and we took the usual holiday social pictures. When I see them now, the
signs that I was changing were there. I looked happy, alive, and somehow more
sensual.
    My husband and I fucked the night
before everybody left, taking some care to be quiet, since the other couples
were in adjacent bedrooms. When I came, I muffled a cry. I whispered something
about being a being a “quiet courtesan.” I promised that when alone, we could
be wild again.
    In the morning, I made breakfast.
We were all a bit groggy. It was a lazy morning and we just relaxed. They all
left early to beat the traffic. I was lonesome to see them go and a bit
frustrated that sex with my husband was not as wild as it would have been if we
had been alone.
    That night I tried the beads. I
lubed them and slipped one in. It felt thick and filled me. Once in, the next
slipped in easier, then the next. The cord held them in position. The little
ring protruded and nestled between my swollen labia. I pulled them out slowly.
Each stretched me as it popped free. I pressed them back in. I tried squeezing
them and felt them move as I contracted my pelvic muscles. I lay back feeling
them inside. I rolled over and arched my back. I curled on the bed and explored
how they felt as I moved. Walking, I could feel them churn inside. I decided I
liked them... a lot. With the vibe humming happily against my swollen pussy
clit, I came hard. I slipped the beads out and slept soundly. I'd wash them in
the morning.
    After the July 4th holiday, the
crowds swelled in town and at the beach. On Wednesday, I was on the deck, nude
and reading the short stories with the beads inserted. I'd sampled the book and
found myself drawn to the “loving wives” and “exhibitionist” stories. Somehow
these interested me most. As I read, I was turned on by the explicit stories.
Rolling on my stomach, to tan my back, I felt the “luv beads” shift in my
vagina. I squeezed my pelvic muscles and felt them resist my squeezes.
    The day drifted by. I put the
camera on a table, set the timer, and took a few pics of me on the lounge
chair. That small act was a turn on since I was nude. I wanted to see what I
looked like, and I thought I'd email one to my husband.
    I decided to have a margarita and a
second. Around 4:00, I heard a vehicle enter the driveway. The familiar sounds
of a mower being unloaded indicated the landscapers were back. The time was
unusual. They usually came in late morning. I rose from the deck and went
indoors, since sometimes they entered the garden to tend the shrubs. In the
house, I peered from the window and saw that only Tom, the college guy, had
come. I watched him mow the lawn. I was nude and standing at the corner of a
window. It seemed he could not see me. I was tempted to move into his view. He
was deeply tanned and wore only faded khaki shorts and work shoes. He worked
quickly, and the lawns soon looked perfectly manicured. He then raked and
picked up the cut grass and leaves. I went to my bedroom and slipped on a thin
yellow sundress.
    I went out the drive and said
hello. We chatted, and he explained that with the crowds, more people wanted
their services. They now worked alone to get more jobs done. He looked hot;
sweat streaked his chest and grass clippings clung to him. I offered him a cold
drink. He accepted, and we went through the gate to the garden.
    He stood on the deck, and I got two
iced teas from the kitchen. He surveyed the garden and thought it looked great
– well watered and healthy. The hot weather had parched some gardens, but mine
was fine. We chatted, and I told him of my progress with decorating the house.
I asked if he would help me move some furniture. "Now?" he asked.
    "Yeah, if that's okay. I know
you're busy."
    "You're my last stop today. We
started at 6:30 this morning."
    "Oh, you must be
exhausted."
    "No, it's not that. But I'm a
mess with clippings and stuff all over me."
    He looked like he had