These thoughts of Leona concerning her relationship with her husband whirled through her brain at the same time as the surge of sensations produced by the electric toothbrush handle massaging her clit. She was well an the way to a second orgasm when the chimes of the front doorbell suddenly sounded.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" she groaned.

At any other time she would have ignored it, let whoever it was ring and go away, but she was afraid it might be Bob returning to the house for some reason. If he'd misplaced his keys, he'd have no way to get in. Wrapping herself in a robe, Leona hurried to the front door and opened it.

A blonde woman with a willowy body covered by a skimpy halter and shorts stood on the doorstep.

"Hi, I'm Gloria Simpson," the blonde said. "We just moved in next door and we don't have a telephone yet. Could you possibly let me make a call on your phone?"

Still half-dazed from the effects of her session in the bathroom, Leona nodded mutely and opened the door wider to let the woman enter.

From that moment on, Leona's life was never again to be the same.

CHAPTER TWO

The Simpsons moved into the house next door in August. By the end of October, Leona and Gloria were good friends. Gloria was a few years older than Leona, but much more easygoing. Gloria was carefree, uninhibited, and very sensual. Frank Simpson was big and brawny and handsome and obviously virile. Leona often found herself jealous of Gloria's apparently ideal marriage. She greatly admired Gloria's light-hearted attitude toward sex. The two women talked together, shopped together, and borrowed each other's clothes. Their intimacy continued to grow as the months passed.

It was only a matter of time before Leona confided in Gloria about the sexual difficulties in her marriage. Gloria was sympathetic and firm in her ideas.