When Their Husbands Are Out of Town, Two Restless Wives Masturbate Together

I met Mandy six months ago when she moved in next door. She was easy to like, and as our friendship grew, we started opening up to each other. We discovered we had a lot in common, not the least of which were husbands who traveled frequently on business. The nights, we agreed, were the hardest, because during the day we could focus on our respective jobs. Coming home horny with no man around was the problem, and for two highly sexed females, a truly frustrating one. “Thank God for the vibrator,” we often said to each other.

When Mandy and I weren’t shopping at the mall, taking in a movie, having dinner out, or attending exercise class together, we were bemoaning the lack of a hard cock. We’d laughingly contemplate taking lovers, knowing that was out of the question since we both truly loved our husbands. And so that was that—until something remarkable happened.

Late one Saturday afternoon I was sitting on the living room couch, trying to forget how horny I was by reading a fashion magazine. Jack had been gone three days, this time flying off to a sales convention in Chicago, and my pussy ached for his beautiful cock. Finally, I tossed aside the magazine and swung my legs up onto the couch, stretching out full length and wedging a pillow between my head and the armrest. A look at my wristwatch told me it was five thirty, which gave me a half hour before Mandy arrived and we sent out for Chinese food. Time enough, I thought, as I unbuttoned my shorts.

My head began filling with visions of Jack and me in bed as I closed my eyes and worked a hand down inside my panties. I could almost taste his cock as its throbbing fullness filled my mouth. My hand stayed busy under my panties as two fingers rubbed my clit in a slow, circular motion, then traced my gooey slit, occasionally dipping into my hole.

I imagined that Jack was eating me now, the tip of my finger tickling my asshole as I pictured him lapping up my flowing juices. Needing more room to play, I wriggled out of my shorts and panties, tossing both onto the floor. I fell back onto the couch and started masturbating in earnest, wishing it were my vibrator going in and out of my pussy instead of my fingers. But I wasn’t about to run upstairs and get it, not when I was so close to coming.

I brought my free hand up under my shirt to squeeze my breasts and tweak my hardened nipples, as the fingers of the other alternately danced over my clit and plunged inside my pussy. Eyes still closed, I pictured Jack doing me doggie-style, our favorite position, and moments later, I came, moaning loudly as I squeezed my thighs together and trapped my hand between them. Then, exhaling deeply, I lay there in the afterglow of my orgasm, satisfied for the time being. When I finally opened my eyes, I received the shock of my life. There was Mandy, my girlfriend, standing under the living room archway!

One of her hands was up under her short skirt, between her legs. Her blouse was open, her bra askew, and she was squeezing a bare breast. She froze for a moment as our eyes locked, then started putting herself together and apologizing as she approached the couch. “The kitchen door was open,” she explained, “so I thought I’d just let myself in.” Mandy had been about to call out to me when she decided to investigate “the funny sounds coming from the living room.”

Discovering me masturbating, she said, had rendered her completely speechless. And so she simply stood there, mesmerized. “I couldn’t help myself,” she said softly. “It was so exciting to see you like that.”

As Mandy spoke, my initial embarrassment was replaced by mischievousness. So what if she had seen me play with myself? After all, she was my best friend, and now that I thought about it, wouldn’t it have been fun to see her finish what watching me masturbate had started. In all likelihood, I would have done the same thing Mandy had if our roles had been reversed, reveling in the pleasure of seeing another woman getting herself off.

We were still talking and laughing about what had happened as we shared the last of the takeout. Feeling frisky—thanks to the wine we’d had while waiting for the food to arrive—I blurted out that perhaps we could masturbate together the next time our husbands were out of town. Mandy asked if I was serious. When I told her it would be fun, she grinned and said, “I’m game if you are.”

Two weeks later, with Jack and Roger both away on business, Mandy came over to play, bringing with her a shiny pink vibrator with a strategically placed little prong on it to stimulate the clit. We took off our clothes and stretched out on the couch, facing each other with our knees up and legs splayed to expose our pussies. “My first one is going to be quick,” Mandy said. “I’m so horny I could scream.” My eyes fixed on her hand as it went down between her legs and she began stroking a pussy fringed with golden pubic hair. I watched for a few moments and then began caressing my own cunt, which I keep shaved at Jack’s urging.

Having never witnessed another woman masturbate, I was enthralled by the expression on Mandy’s face as she slipped the vibrator into her excited pussy. I turned on my own lovely baby-blue toy, a gift from Jack last Valentine’s Day, and began trailing it over my breasts and hardening nipples. Then I moved it down my stomach and between my legs. I let the softly buzzing shaft rest against my clit for a moment before dipping the slightly curved end into my wetness and working it slowly inside me. God, it felt good!

There we were on my couch, two naked women sighing and moaning, working their trusty vibrators for maximum pleasure. Mandy’s eyes were screwed shut, her head flung back on a small pillow. Her breathing quickened as she started squirming about, and then with a long, loud moan she came, squeezing her legs shut and shaking all over. Moments later it was my turn. Holding the vibrator deep inside me, I announced the arrival of my orgasm in a voice trembling from the pleasure coursing through my body. As I slowly regained my senses, Mandy and I exchanged smiles. “Let’s have some wine, and then we’ll do it again,” she said. Sounded like a plan to me.

After that, Mandy and I began getting together regularly when our husbands were out of town. And thanks to Penthouse Variations, our mutual masturbation parties became even more exciting. Mandy was helping a friend at work with her wedding preparations, and one day the free-spirited girl brought in several issues of your magazine for Mandy as a thank-you. One of them contained a story about two women who enjoyed masturbating together. Mandy was all smiles as she showed it to me. “I knew we couldn’t be the only ones,” she said.

In the story the two women masturbate while watching a sex tape, and both Mandy and I wondered why we hadn’t thought of that. Then we found an ad for some really cool vibrators and dildos in the back of the magazine. We each made a selection and placed our orders on the company’s website. About a week later, bubbling with excitement, we were examining our new toys and making plans to check out an adult video store.

With both Jack and Roger away on business again a few days later, Mandy and I soon found ourselves sitting naked in a sofa bed and idly stroking our pussies as we watched the big-screen TV in her furnished basement. The tape we’d chosen—quickly and with little thought—didn’t seem to have a story line; it was just different scenes of couples fucking. But it got both of us wet, for sure, and soon our new toys were being called into play.

A couple was doing it doggie-style on a beach when Mandy happily waved her new “boyfriend” at me. He was eight inches long and two inches wide and had squeezable balls and a shaft that could be bent into a desired shape—thanks to a flexible plastic spine. Chuckling, she twisted the flesh-colored “cock” this way and that and then, with her eyes again on the screen, inserted the toy into her cunt. “God, this is fabulous,” she crooned when all eight inches were fully inside her. “Talk about being stuffed with cock!” The base held the toy firmly inside her, leaving her hands free, and as she caressed her breasts and thighs, I chided myself for not getting the same plaything.

A few minutes later, however, I had no regrets as my new “boyfriend” vibrated in my pussy. Although a bit smaller than I would have liked, the three naughty prongs at his pink base tickled my fancy but good. And with brand-new batteries, his stamina wouldn’t be a problem, I realized gleefully, as Mandy and I watched a long-haired blonde—with an obvious boob job—bouncing up and down on her male costar’s cock.

My new toy, the sex tape, and the sight of my pretty friend massaging her clit and squeezing her breasts with that giant dildo stuffed inside her drove me wild. I lost the struggle to prolong the pleasure when I heard Mandy cry out that she was coming. We erupted almost simultaneously, our loud moans drowning out those coming from the television. Calming down, we turned to each other and smiled. Before the tape was over we each came a second time, shuddering through mind-clouding orgasms that left us satisfied and exhausted.

When our husbands returned home, we decided it was time we told them what we’d been up to. Both Roger and Jack enjoyed not only hearing about our little masturbation parties but also meeting our current “boyfriends.” And they insisted we start home delivery of Penthouse Variations.

—Ms. Tracy N., Via Email