By the time the Crabfest rolled around a year later and as generous as we had been with our bodies, Mateo and Santiago had lost interest in Francesca and me, two older 30+ ladies. I had been a faithful wife for an entire three months, if you don't count reliving the fun with those boys with my fingers and a beer bottle or two and several nights with Fran. "Hey Nance, wanna check out the Crabfest again?" she proposed as we...

Fran proved once again what a troublemaker she is. "Do you think our guys are doing what we do, you know, bar pickups and all?" "I don't know. I suppose it's possible," I replied. "Maybe even likely, I suppose." "I've been thinking, Nance." "Uh oh," I joked. "We could test them. It could be fun," she continued. "Oh?" "What if we tried to seduce them? You know, each other's man." In momentary shock, I said, "Are you kiddin...

"Hi Nance. Want to go to the crab festival tonight? Lots of good bands." It was Francesca, a new friend as of three or four weeks ago. "Our men are away. We shouldn't be locked up the whole time." We bought our beers and found a table in the beer tent, where a sixties cover band was playing. The dancing was going strong and, lacking male companions, Fran and I danced enthusiastically for two songs. When we rejoined our be...

Though both of our hubbies traveled a lot, Fran and I couldn't get together that often. This evening, I drove over to Fran's place dressed in my favorite short red skirt and a skin-tight black pullover. Fran had come to expect me without underwear, and tonight was no exception. When she came to the door, she looked at my protruding nipples, handed me a glass of rose, and grabbed hers off an end table. Fran wore a see-thro...