My husband, Sam, got a promotion recently and took a job in the Midwest. It was a great opportunity, financially and professionally, and I was excited for him, but I’m a city girl, born and bred, and I wasn’t sure how I’d take to living some place other than Manhattan. I run a sex-toy business from home, so I can work anywhere, but I loved being able to go out for dinner at 11 p.m., grab last-minute tickets to a show, or crash the party of a friend’s friend. Plus, I had lots of people who loved what I did for a living. I always shared samples with them and appreciated their honest feedback.

Though I never said anything, Sam knew I was a bit apprehensive about the move, so the first week we were in our new home, we went out to dinner with his new boss, Tony, and his wife, Violet. Sam thought Violet would be good company for me while he went off on a weekend hunting trip with his boss and new coworkers.

Great, I thought. Just what I didn’t need — a weekend with some prissy Midwestern hausfrau. But I was pleasantly surprised. Tony and Violet turned out to be in their late thirties, like Sam and me, and we all got along great. Later, when the guys started talking about the trip and Violet told me she was looking forward to our “girls weekend,” as her husband called it, because she wanted to hear all about my sex-toy business, I actually got kind of excited — especially when Violet began surreptitiously rubbing my thigh under the table.

I was pretty worked up after dinner, and when Sam and I were back home, I asked him what was up with Violet. We’d just finished screwing and Sam was amusing himself by teasing my cunt. As I rocked against his fingers, he admitted to telling Tony about my home business and his new boss telling him that his wife was bisexual. I’d had sex with women before, back when I was in college, but hearing that Violet liked girls and remembering how thrilling it felt when her hand was on my leg just pushed me over the top and I came suddenly, gushing all over my husband’s talented fingers.

On Friday, Sam and the guys left work early for the trip, and Violet arrived at my house later that evening with several bottles of good wine and a pizza. Over dinner, I showed her a few of the new dildos and vibrators I’d just received from various companies and asked her if she wouldn’t mind testing a few and giving me her honest opinion. I wasn’t sure whether or not she’d want to try them out in front of me or take them home, so I left that up to her.

Saying, “No time like the present,” Violet quickly slipped off her shorts and panties and reached for the biggest dildo. Then she offered it to me and asked me to suck it and get it good and wet for her. While I licked and sucked the dildo, Violet began rubbing her pussy, which was already wet, dragging her fingers through her folds and gently circling her clit. Just watching her got me hot and wet and anxious to see this beautiful woman fuck herself.

I handed her the dildo, now slick with my saliva, and watched her place the knoblike head at her entrance. Seeing it slowly disappear into her wet channel was almost enough to make me come. But then she stopped, picked out another dildo, and slipped it between her lips. Then she handed it to me and waited as I stripped off my clothes and began masturbating right along with her. We worked ourselves into a frenzy, till the sounds of us keening and moaning grew to a piercing level and we both climaxed.

After that, Violet wanted to try out the rest of the toys, but instead of using them for her own pleasure, she suggested we take turns “testing” them out on each other. As it turned out, I’d not only made a new friend, but I’d also acquired a new playmate. I told Sam about my fun weekend, and he’s hoping that I can get Violet to let me record it with our videocamera. Somehow I don’t think that will be a problem.