It was a Friday summer afternoon and Mona was with two of her best friends: Elsa and Amber at a sea food restaurant, having fun with being in each other's company. It was the start of the weekend and the three women had nothing else to do but wallow in their temporary freedom as their husbands, who apparently worked in the same software company, were off attending some symposium concerning the future of cybernetics in Seattle.
The three women were between the age ranges of thirty-three to thirty-six. Mona had shoulder-length blonde hair, almond-shaped eyes, and a long pair of legs of which she was seldom tired of displaying, which was why she was often too vain with wearing short skirts. Elsa was average-height, low-cropped brunette, a little thick-set with large pair of tits which she was very proud of. At the moment she was sporting a low-cropped blouse of which her enticing cleavage was well exposed. Amber was ash-blonde, tall and slender, her breasts were full and at the same time firm, her eyes were blue and her face angular. All three of them had known each other from high school, had dated and married the same high school sweethearts and sired children for them.
All three women were happy with their lives – they each had lovely kids, dutiful husbands, and were regarded as high class in their community – but at the same time they were each unsatisfied with their sex lives. It was a factor they'd each consciously stumbled upon themselves over time and it was Elsa on that Friday afternoon who brought the subject matter up.
"Girls, I feel like I've been hung dry," Elsa sighed.
Mona and Amber without any hint knew what she meant and felt the same way too.
"How long as it been since you got your legs toed up?" Moan asked with a sly smile.
"Two months and one week gone now," Elsa replied. "How about you, Amber? You feel the same way too?"
Amber blushed. "I don't know about you girls, but if I don't get me a strong cock before this weekend's over, I going to have to rape the first guy I see on the street."
Mona and Elsa burst into laughter.
"I know how you girls feel," Mona said. "Danny and I too haven't been hitting the sack lately – all he thinks about is work, work, and more work. I think we ought to take this seriously and try to find some fun for ourselves."
"What, you mean like search around for some guy to come fuck us?" Elsa enquired candidly; her friends were shocked at her brazen words and sniggered with their hands covering their lips, though Elsa wasn't. She didn't even care if her words had been overheard by someone at another table as she picked up her glass of wine and sipped her drink unmindfully.
"Elsa," Amber turned to her, "how could you say something like that?"
"About what?" Elsa asked innocently. "Isn't it obvious that's what we're here for?"
"In a way, it is, Elsa," Mona chipped in. "But not so open, mind you. Anyway, as I was saying, that's exactly what I have in mind. The boys won't be back till Sunday, so that means we've got between now and tomorrow to get our freak on and really have ourselves some fun. Unless you ladies are still happy with the way things are."
Their eyes looked at each other. Amber shook her head.
"I'm tired of working my dildo every night," she declared. "I say let's do it."
"Yeah, me too," Elsa said with glee. "I'm all for it. So, where are we going to find us some worthy gents?"
