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Dick and Jane
Dick and Jane
Copyright © by Evan Donaldson Published in the United States – Los Angeles 2009 All rights reserved
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WARNING: Fictional material herein is intended for consumption by mature adults only. Narratives contain explicit descriptions of married sexuality and will be inappropriate for underage readers.
Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane
Fantasy Toll Booth A Lesson on Faith A Lesson in Obedience A Lesson on Faith II A Lesson in Obedience II A Lesson on Faith III A Lesson in Obedience III A Lesson in Obedience IV Revenge Revenge II Room with a View Room with a View II
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I am a happily married male. Key reason for that is my wife’s ‘tolerance’ of masculine needs— including my need for both visual and verbal imagery to help manage an active libido. But any erotic literature I could ever find to share was either too slow and sappy –like a chick flick romance— or it was lazily conceived and sloppily charged with rude language. These socalled sexual aids were more distracting and impairing than inspiring of conjugal passion. Why couldn’t somebody write marital meditations that were both tasteful and explicit? Why doesn’t Erotica explore adventurous couplings of monogamous heterosexual pairs? So I unleashed my own imagination and salvaged some slack time between business calls to indulge in a bit of naughty wordcraft. I actually mailed the first story to my woman anonymously, just to evoke a truly honest response. She couldn’t put it down …and it made her blush …Declared it so well-written compared to that groady and unappetizing commercial porn …Yet this was really freaky sex, only with a difference …So she blushed again and wanted some more. Finally, I had to tell her Who was actually stalking her vulnerable sensibilities. More stories followed —along with several more conceptions. Soon, growing kids with searching eyes were reading more than Dick and Jane first grade
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primers. So I hid away my indulgences for some twenty years. But now that the innocent minds are matured and moved away, I find my young adult adventures no less appealing to a middle-aged sexual appetite. No, it isn’t about the children Dick and Jane –and they were siblings, of course. This volume features Janice mostly —so perhaps it is Jane finally realizing a more sensual side of play … and with a better mate of her choosing. Satisfactual play-making (like lovemaking) takes practice, of which Jane and her brother had plenty. And as every American reader knows, those two kids were naughty as could be …though never ever anything like their exploits as adults— Goodness, No! While Jan (or Jane or Janice) is busy rediscovering her ‘inner child’ amidst marital fun, I hear rumor that Brother Dick (Richard now goes by his nickname Scott) has gone adventuring elsewhere with his newest playmate also. So brace yourself for some unabashedly raw imaginings as I tell sexual tales ‘with a difference’.
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"It's certainly interesting." "The kids made it special for us." We recently purchased a new refrigerator. The cast-off box was immediately adopted by our children. It was this that my wife was pointing at, having just returned home after an anniversary evening out. I could see they had been at it with a blade of some sort —all manner of little windows and doors were cut, all now neatly shut. I wasn't sure what to say. "So …" "So, they worked very hard —with a little help from Mamma." "And …" I was anxious to get on or in or under with whatever one hopes to do with one's lovely wife on such a night, after dinner, without kids around. "They call it our Honeymoon House." When I looked askance at her she explained, "They've kind of had wedding anniversary on the brain, if you know what I mean?" "Like anybody else I know?" Like two bodies I know, is what I thought. Janice was wearing a clingy sort of green silk dress, truly stunning against her chocolate curls. I was about ready to begin clawing it free of the curves to which it was clinging. She shrugged my kiss from her bare neck —Mmm, cinnamon-rose perfume— but I was sure I felt goose bumps raised on her arm. "Well, do you want to get in first, or shall I?" said Jan.
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"Get in?" "Surely you don't mean to just ignore the Honeymoon House made special by your children." "Not ignore, just postpone it … sort of indefinitely." "C'mon Ted; be a sport —Just for a few minutes." My wife was wearing her glow-in-the-dark gleam." You might like it after all." "I'm, uh …I'm going to the bathroom." I had to go anyway. "I'll be waiting for you, Pop-eye." Pop-eye? She's called me a lot of names, but.... On the bathroom floor were those bright red bikini briefs that Jan bought for my birthday months ago. Mom had suffered a coughing fit when my wife suggested to the rest of the party that "Ted should model them for us." So I had pulled them on, over my Levis. The fortuitous re-appearance of the Playboy shorts was obviously a plant. But I was in the mood to play along. I did wash my crotch good first, as I could expect Janice would do also. My member began thickening as my mind wandered to picture Jan's naked form kneeling atop the counter, straddling the sink –where I could watch her watch herself in the mirror: She would be rubbing first with soap, then the rinse, then more soap; then just rubbing and hips responding with a gentle gyration –and a resigned sigh, warm rinse and towel, and finally eau-de-cologne. The shorts looked so ludicrously skimpy with Old Pete so distended that I chuckled and squeezed his beard until it ached …just to prime the pump, so to
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speak. It was time to go fulfill our vows; so I pulled on my pants again and set out hunting, feeling strangely nude underneath. It was empty —the living room! Everything appeared lit bizarrely by a reddish glow, the center of which I located to be a lamp hanging over the kid's Honeymoon House. The top of the box had been discarded … And what was that? A new sign was posted on the near side. The floor creaked as I stepped closer to read: Peep Show 25 cents "Jan, are you in there?" Her only reply was a wave and flutter to the floor of —I thought it to be a knee-high nylon. It was taking my eyes some moments to adjust to the dimness, but the matching stocking landed round my neck in confirmation. "I bet it's hot in there under that light." Still no answer —except for that clingy dress now clinging over the edge of the box. When her black lace bra landed atop the dress, I started getting a bit warm myself. While I stood dumbly wondering if the shoes might rain down next (just as a joke), something soft and sweet smelling was thrust into my face. I snatched it away just in time to see a hand disappear again through a little side door carved head-level in the box. The missive now held in my sweaty hand was Janice's black lace panties.
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She's nude in there, and here I stand like an idiot. With Sir Peck now pecking at the fly of my trousers, I pried at a handy cardboard door. By some trick, it was locked on the inside. I tried one door after another, but —no entrar. Then I remembered the sign. With a dig into my trouser pocket (getting rather damp on one side) I pulled out a quarter. "Where's the money slot in this thing?" At about neck level, a small door popped open to reveal an open mouth and extended tongue. When I hesitated, another door released an arm from the side to poise a hand pointing down at the waiting tongue. I put the coin on the tongue. It stuck and disappeared quickly past closing lips. The arm and hand were pulled back. Then with chin propped up on the edge of the opening, those glistening lips that I knew so well —they puckered. Nor did I need prompting to plant my own pucker there. Jan's mouth opened as I pressed it, admitting my feverish tongue. We wrestled for a moment; and I was outlining the course of her teeth. I fished the roof of her mouth and the syrupy bottom, saliva overflowing the corners to lubricate our union. Finally I probed as far down her throat as I could reach, though she withdrew from that. Jan paused for just a moment, long enough for me to attempt joining lips again; but the little door nearly slammed on my nose. Where did she hide that quarter? Surely she wouldn't have swallowed it? I hadn't felt it lodged anywhere in her mouth, where I'd have sworn it disappeared. My wife was full of tricks that night.
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Suddenly it dawned on me that I'd been granted no peek. Perhaps a new quarter was expected. Luckily, I had another and knocked politely at her house. I leaned against the box with my face set to the kissing door, hoping to steal a glance or a bite (or both) before paying more dues. It remained shut. But an outside pressure against my loins made me back up and look south. There, about midway down, was thrust through a larger door the barest ass I'd ever seen —just sort of sunning itself, a crimson aureole of backlight round the edges. Both Jan's hands were poked through as well to serve their part prying the buttocks wide apart. One finger was gesturing suggestively toward the shadowed center of my attention. A cord invisible but nonetheless binding pulled me down to my knees. There was something holy about that scene, and I wanted to underline it for further meditation. We had carelessly left our camera on the coffee table after anniversary photos –so there it was, right within my lucky grasp. The dim light made it hard to frame the shot, but the flash was on. Steady … Jan's finger continued gesturing … one, two, three — No! Something was missing. Where … Ah! That cast-off old picture frame in the corner: I jumped up to fetch it and perched one corner over Janice's rump. There. "What are you doing, Ted?" Flash —Click! "What was that? Lightening?"
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"Wow!" I answered. "I'm waiting for the money, Dummy. Put it right there." Jan's finger pointed, There. It was a Polaroid camera, so I squeezed out the film before stooping again to review the wonder of my wife's bare bottom. I began making "payment" by tracing a double line with both my thumbs from her spine all the way down to her pubic hairline. A cold shudder jolted her (talk about lightening). Then I began counting out 30 seconds for development with strokes of my tongue up and down the crack of Jan's posterior. At stroke nine, she shuddered again and suddenly withdrew Ms Fanny with a cry: "Ooooh— Not yet!" Then she shut the door; though not before I glimpsed the varnished flesh of belly and thighs. She was spreading my saliva, one hand forward and one aft with a swiveling of hips. I'm sure I heard some moans before a hand burst out again, palm up under my chin. Again, my hesitation served me ill. An impatient moment later, another hand plunged from below right at my groin. Pain surged from my crushed testicles up through my stiffened abdomen. I was caught and held mercilessly. "Okay. I'll pay," I croaked and deposited the coin. I gasped in relief as my hereditary jewels were finally released but had to loosen my pants to give His Eminence room to recover. Suddenly, a beam of red light burst from one side of the box, casting a heart-shaped gleam over the carpet. Then a shadow obstructed all but the faintest glimmer. I leaped around to that side to behold
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indeed, a heart-shaped window framing two sweaty breasts, one poked through each hemisphere of the heart. This window was cut fairly low, so that Janice was probably kneeling. Her navel sat cutely exposed in the bottom cleft of the heart, beads of her sweat streaming down into its depression. I was on my knees in a moment, fondling with greedy fingers and cooling with generous tongue. I orbited her fleshly globes for a long time, finally tweaking their firm and tender tips with my teeth. When she started to back away, I quickly pincered her tits, clamping one nipple in each hand so as to effectively stall her retreat. "I'm not done yet, Woman. I want my money's worth." She stayed put long enough for me to replace the old picture frame and snap another photo. But this one I almost overdeveloped when I got lost again wandering over Janice's beautiful bosom. I peeled off the paper and set aside the print for later inspection. Meanwhile, my "still life" was turning "motion picture". The effect of shifting shadows and crimson glow was awesome, as Janice somehow raised herself so that the V-neck of the heart was now combing her pubic mound. The dark curls of hair were clinging together in clumps of dampness –mingled sweat and sexual excitement. I barely got another photo taken before she poked out a hand from above, clutching a lock of hair on my head and pulled my face relentlessly into the pillow of her parted thighs. I didn't merely kiss those other lips. I sucked; my mouth creating snorts like a hungry piglet, selfishly
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draining Mamma of every drop. I inhaled her swollen clitoris; teased it between tongue and roof of my mouth. She twisted and squirmed and squealed some herself, my head drawn inside her house half the time. Finally, the frustration of her restricted movement became too unbearable. Though she released my hair, I kept my mouth pressed to Jan's hot flesh. In shifting shadows she began moving again, this time turning round completely. My lips slid all the way round until lodging soundly over the super-sensitive spot between both rear orifices. With a loud smack I kissed the swollen sex, pinched one bun and swatted the other. She didn't flinch but shoved her tail even further out, crying desperately for more attention. "I'm so close, Ted. Don’t quit." But I had to get a record shot. She didn't seem aware of the lightening this time. "—Oh Ted, Lover: Now! Chew me, Ted!" Jan had forced one hand between her legs to help nurse the fever there. I watched her massage technique for just a moment. It was fascinating the way her fingers slid fluidly about, pausing between circuits, each finger savoring its special moment of pressing and prompting right were it counted most. "Ted!" she gasped, frame suddenly stiffened, her skin flushed and clammy to touch. "NOW!" I managed to reach round and hug her vulva to my face. My tongue sought deeply the well of Jan's vagina. Mucus was thick and slick as hot glue
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flooding over the little ridges of its inner walls. Oh, how my penis ached to play along those ridges. Hardly a thought separated the discarding of my trousers. Not bothering to doff shorts, Old Pete was out and seeking entrance, hardly heeding which door —they lie so close together. But no welcome! Janice shoved her back end into me, knocking me briefly off balance, only to make the prize disappear again behind the door. It was uselessly latched from the inside, like before. But this time, I had a plan of my own. It took a second to fetch the pocket knife from my discarded trouser pocket. His Imminence was still standing erect so he marked me a spot with slobber, and I stooped down to cut myself a little round door, hopefully enough to pass His Majesty’s proud head. Whoa! The disk I had cut fell away, and the ruddylighted interior of our Honeymoon House flooded my eye, overwhelmed my brain (already growing delirious). Jan was straddling one of our dining room chairs with her fine-lined spine turned to me. She sat facing the back of her chair; one arm propped up to pillow her head and the other shoved between her legs. Buttocks hung over the edge of the chair-seat, and I could just see the fingers of her hand busily masturbating. She rocked on her hips with ankles locked round the chair-legs like anchors against a billowing sea. It was a picture worth remembering, so I opened the aperture and slowed the shutter. Click.
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Though I didn't use the flash, Janice must have heard a suspicious sound, for she turned about suddenly on her chair. But I guess my peephole wasn't obvious enough, or maybe she was pretending innocence. The next moment (now facing me) she had slid her seat down to a slouch, knees opened wide before me. Click. She stretched both arms down past swelling bosoms so that the strength of both hands could be invested in her mounting orgasm. I could see it rising like a sort of inner sunrise. Sure, her skin was beaded with sweat-drops, a rivulet running down the cleft of her breasts. Her eyes were shut, neck taut, head thrown back and lower lip clamped between hissing teeth. I could see the wild wetness of her sex under fingers turning white with the strain —her toes were curling, knees straightening as her body melded itself into one great sense organ. But it was the silent scream of mingled pleasure/pain piercing through the moans and panting breath— that's what inspired my own inner vision of god-like powers colliding in the air. Energies shattered each other, intersecting one another in an ecstasy of tragic delight. My inner ear heard liquid laughter and cascades of tinkling bell-like music. It was almost as if I had climaxed with her, simply watching; I was as engrossed as she in the tyranny of her sensuality. It does feel good sometimes just to give in and let the waves of passion bewilder your mind. The sheer power behind the motion is awesome as a religious encounter.
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I was feeling a bit jealous though. Janice continued rocking, savoring her satiated senses. There was a sort of ethereal glow about her, like during the prime weeks of pregnancy, radiating health and vitality. I felt like one big ache myself, and like many people I wanted to share that ache, let it hang out where somebody else is bound to trip over it. So, I stood up and tried on my peephole. Pete had room to spare after all, though I had to rock up a bit on the balls of my feet. I reached both hands up to grasp the top edge of the box, bracing myself for whatever I must wait for blindly. The seconds seemed like hours, wondering when Janice would finally notice her unsought (though welcome, hopefully) guest. Pete's neck was stretched to its limit, poking his head where he hadn't been expressly invited. He felt very naked and alone. I could feel some of the hair on my scrotum snagging against the rough edges of my forbidden entryway. Actually, I was feeling a bit guilty about the trespass, pondering whether I should withdraw and apologize. And then …was that really what I hoped—? Oh yes! It is warm and gentle, like a kiss of forgiveness. How could I ever have doubted— "Ouch! Oooh." Janice was holding the head of my penis between strong teeth making quite impossible my retreat from the strong little fingers as they forced their way under and past its length, through the peephole and out to snag my shaggy pouch of life-savings. The little thief! She hooked my gonads and yanked them, one painful
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poke-thru at a time, scraping off loose skin and not a few pubic hairs. Now I was made prisoner of my own offense. There was no way I would pull all my swollenness back out. I was stuck …at least until Janice decided to tease the pent-up tension out of Old Pete. She's no light-weight when it comes to teasing, nor did she go easy on my big little brother. My hips were dancing and my skin feeling chilled as Jan kissed and licked it raw. I felt fingers close round my balls, squeezing exquisite aches up my abdomen. Another hand came round from somewhere to pinch my sweaty buns and tickle my asshole. Then …THEN! I'm not certain what came over me. When her finger started primly probing into the pucker of my anus, a barrier broke; a reservoir of brute animal strength undammed. My fingers clutched the top of the box, tore and ripped and destroyed the wall between me and my lady. In seconds my path was cleared to gain possession of a somewhat frightened Janice propped up on her chair again; she was looking small and exposed, knees drawn up in fetal position. Though my frenzy was arrested for a moment by the scared entreaty in her eyes, my glance was stolen by a tuft of dark pubic hair barely visible past her ankles. Jan was clutching them firmly with both hands against the cushion of her buttocks. I advanced unthinkingly — only longing hungrily for the feast set before me. She didn't struggle as I pulled her feet up to my shoulders; and I straddled
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the chair seat we shared now as one. It took some skilled butt-shifting at one of her legs so both rested to one side of my neck; then I could look down to witness fully the entry of Melchizedek into his Holy of Holies. He wasn't arrayed in robe or sash other than his wizened priestly beard. That was now clapping a rhythm against my nuptial's unveiled bottom, while the old chief led that ancient dance of fertility and life blessing. My teeth were gritted and legs cramped stiffly as the blessing broke, shattering like a wine glass upon the hearth or a tidal wave over a city. Fertility sprang forth like fountains from the dry ground, flooding the fields and valleys; it was flushing out my whole mind and soul —FIRE as of Judgment Day. But the spasms quieted all too soon and my well ran dry (for now). My fire began to fade and flicker. Why is it always over so quickly? But of course, the trek back up the Holy Mountain is even better next Jubilee. Janice was gazing into me, sharing the burden of my pleasure and pain. Suddenly a devil of doubt thrust a blade between us. "Janice, you …" I was ashamed to even ask. "You would never actually display yourself in one of those booths you hear about?" "I might …" She answered after a pause. "You might what?" "…for my husband." "Ha!" But the devil fled his haunt of my heart only to test my maiden's faith.
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"Ted, I don't suppose …" "Yes?" "You'd never pay money to really —Peep?— into one of those …" She couldn't say it either. "Oh, I don't know …maybe—." "You?" " … IF I knew my wife was in there." "You!" Janice snuggled against my chest and gave my pooped Peter a tight squeeze of good faith —this time without using either hand. Pete hadn't yet emerged out into the light, you see. Her hands were busy, of course, elsewhere.
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"I feel a sticky mess!" "Even after the washing I gave you?" "I admit, it was thorough, but—." "Tasty too." Scott sucked his teeth. "I could use a little soap and water." "C'mon, Missus. I'll help." "I bet you will! You're not so squeaky clean yourself, Sir." He raced her to the bathroom. It was too late when Karen realized he was racing in earnest. "Let me in, you clown!" "Eh?" "Open the dumma door." A foreign sounding voice replied distantly, Scott's sorry attempt at a British butler: "Your bawth will be ready presently, Mawdumm." "What are you doing in there?" "What's the matter— don't you trust me?" Trust! After tonight, just don't I trust. Karen stopped drumming the bathroom door long enough to scratch the small of her back. Silly, she chided herself for glancing about to make sure she really was alone. Some less public parts were itchy too. Yuck! There's sauce in my hair. Or is it just the jello? She shivered at thought of the jello, then scratched her belly button. When it felt sticky too, she couldn't resist giving that finger a tentative lick. Nope, he must have cleaned it out good. Strawberry, wasn't it? She reached the same hand up to feel the spot in her hair and
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shifted simultaneously to rest her backside against the door. Karen suspected she didn’t really look as thoroughly sexed as she felt: One arm crossed greasy bosoms to prop up the other raised lazily to her chin, sticky fingers in her mouth. But that's okay. Nobody was there to see her: Naked and all alone. A sculptor might have posed her thus for display in a wealthy man's banquet hall and named her something artful like ‘Lust of the Palate’ or ‘A Saucy Dish’ or maybe just ‘Dessert’. A secret Mona Lisa smile teased onto her mouth, crowding out her self-consciousness as the woman mentally reviewed colorful pictures of the evening's previous festivity. * * * "Dessert?" Barely two hours ago, Karen darted from the kitchen, not certain she was hearing correctly. "Yeah! You said you were hot," Scott replied. "I've been sweating up a storm in this kitchen cooking your favorite meal ...and you ask for dessert?" "We'll get to the main dish, but how about something to cool you off first?" "Like what? Ice cream?" "Yeah!" "Before dinner?" "Come to think of it —might be a bit too cool at first. Karen stepped closer to her husband for a motherly inspection: "You feeling okay?"
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"Just hungry— What else have you got?" Karen pondered a moment (with that female squirrelly squint Scott always found so ...so social) and opened the fridge for a peek. "There's jello." "Perfect!" No! Wait a minute, Karen. (That was her ‘parenttape’ talking.) Back up to the start. One should cherish every moment. When did Scott drop the first clue of his intentions? Was it when he called from work at 3:45 pm, waking Karen from a sound sleep after an exhausting day with the kids, just to ask: What's for dinner? It was at breakfast. Of course! Karen did indeed think it a little strange when Scott asked so early about dinner. He never volunteered an interest in their choice of menu, not at shopping-list time, not at mealtimes, not even when his stomach (and temper) was growling for nourishment. How could she have missed it? He was being so obvious. And Karen was about to hang up on him when he tossed her the magic word: "Mom is on her way—." "Whose mom?" "My mom." "Here?" "Yeah— Get the kids ready. She says they'll need good shoes and swim things." "But Scott— the house!" "Just push them all out the front door." So that's exactly what Karen did. And now with dinner cooked
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and a free evening alone with her husband, her world was feeling less like a high-wire act and more like a holiday feast …or like another anniversary, at least. "What's the occasion?" Karen asked him. Scott was rummaging for a table cloth (must be in the dirty laundry) but found a clean bed sheet instead. "Just as well …" And he muttered something about it being a sort of canvas. "It'll give us something to remember the evening by." "What did you say, Scott?" Karen had returned to the kitchen. She lowered the heat and covered the pan. I hope the vegetables don't wilt. "Got the jello?" Karen waltzed out of the kitchen pulling the apron from her hips. Scott licked his lips, but Karen paused to kiss them before they leered. "Get it yourself, Foolish Boy." She swatted him with her apron strings. "I'm going to slip into something more suitable." "How about that racy birthday suit you wore the other night?" Karen was already unbuttoning her blouse when she turned to exhibit tongue.* Her hand poised on a hip tightened the tail of her blouse. She glimpsed Scott's eyes tracing her body downward —from face to belly— and caught the overflow of his thrill (using a sense organ very difficult to locate, had she bothered to try), just before disappearing down the hall.
__________ *Karen was proud of her tongue. It was one of those long and flexible ones. Her schoolmates had all sat in awe as she used to make it do all sorts of acrobatics. Karen has since found more interesting uses for its talents.
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Funny how flashing a little extra skin and lace can start an avalanche of desire. She planned to let Foolish Boy squirm just a bit. Birthday suit! Little did Scott realize how she already planned to dress. For now, Karen was still undressing. Karen paused just a moment when catching a glimpse of her own naked middle in the mirror —almost as flat as she liked it (always almost)— then with a sigh she released her breasts from their white lace bindings. They weren't large; but they were happier now. She paused to finger a tiny blemish just south of her right nipple …then started peeling pants and panties down. The window was open and a slight breeze moving the curtains felt good on bare skin. It felt so good that Karen opened the screen. Then she lifted a foot up onto the edge of the bed and bent over, turning bottom to the breeze. Ah! Wouldn't Scott like to catch me in this position sometime. With head down, she could see through her legs to the window, the fence and bushes beyond framed by her sweaty thighs and pubic hair. It is a lovely view from here, she thought. At least Scott would think so. Karen was just about to turn to the mirror for a quick view of the other side, when she thought she heard voices. Outside? Karen stood up quickly to shut the curtain while muttering, How could I be so stupid? Mother would— when an exotic idea made her pause. A flash of heat started somewhere in her head and poured down her whole exposed body, leaving sweaty skin and a pounding heart in its wake. Her ears were
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buzzing; chest and throat felt like they would burst with ...What? Daring! Karen knew it would be foolish to continue standing there in front of an open window— that is, if she hadn't immediately realized who her audience must be; if indeed they even noticed her yet. Scott mentioned just yesterday that the neighbor girl had got herself a new boyfriend. "How do you know?" "I was up on the roof fixing the antenna and saw them making their nest in the bushes." "Their nest?" "Just like a couple of sparrows," he chuckled. "And what else did you see?" "Nothing! She was still fussing over security measures and escape routes, I think." Karen giggled softly as she remembered similar scenes between she and her own young lover. "Well you keep your eyes on your own land, Mister." "That is my land, Missus." "You mean, just outside our bedroom window? But it's completely fenced from the road." "Her bedroom window opens into the very same bushes." "Oh, yeah? How do you know that?" Scott hadn't answered; just grinned. But Karen could see now that there was no way to see into the neighbor's window from the angle of their own. Bother! Then a brave thought burst upon her mind, and
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Karen wondered if it was really sinful or just playful ...or maybe a little of both. Well it's my room AND my land. She took up a hairbrush and began casually working it through her tangles. Karen’s heart picked up a beat as she backed up a bit closer to the open air, turning slightly for a glance to the side. She could just see through a small gap in the fence-- that old jalopy Volkswagen lately frequenting the neighbor's drive. Karen could tell that some-bodies were crouched behind the bushes between her own window and the fence. But had they noticed her? Or were they too absorbed in their ‘nesting’ behavior? On a hunch, Karen bent over again, tail end still turned toward the open window. Glory! She could just see around herself in the mirror the view outside through the window, as well as her original view between goose-pimply thighs. Two blond heads rose slowly up from behind the shrubs. Karen almost choked with a curious sort of glee. They glanced at each other with widening eyes. Theirs was an awkward angle, glimpsing only snatches of Karen's pale flesh past flying curtains, like signal flags in the breeze. That same hidden sense organ which throbbed whenever her husband's passion swelled, it seemed to tingle in response to waves of interest now coming from the young couple. This is so bizarre! But they can't be seeing much. Karen could see more of them than they could distinguish past curtains waving about. The neighbor girl was lovely, just the sort that would inspire a lusty sixteen-year-old boy to feats of
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bravery. Karen wondered why she and Scott had never hired the girl as a sitter. A teenage girl needs an older woman —not quite so old as Mother— as a friend and confidant. I know a store: I bet she'd go crazy over the clothes there. Karen stood straight but had only heard leaves outside rustle as tired legs shifted. Karen bent right over again to watch her watchers leisurely from shadow of her position, still brushing her hair. She had washed good just before starting their dinner. Karen took the opportunity now to reach her free hand back between thighs for a sample of juices flowing there —as she often did in anticipation of a nuptial playtime. The juices were flowing freely again, and a quick sniff and taste assured her that they would satisfy her Sire’s appetite. As her fingers probed past pubic hair and opened the protective folds of skin, she couldn't see the kids past her hand, but she could feel the outside breeze kiss the open mouth of her vagina. So Karen's imagination attended her total surrounding, watching from all sides at once. The touch of probing fingers felt so good, so Karen began to forget herself and the daring of her little dance: bare ass staring up at the sky; dappled sunlight blinking back down through the trees; polished fingers climbing their way up a secret canyon like water sprites playing up and down their river bed. One sprite suddenly disappeared into a cave, only to burst out into sunlight again, aglisten with dew. He was searching for a friend to drag along, and so finding her, they plunged back inside together —out again, in again; out and back up the slippery canyon. The
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rounded hills embracing their frolic were rolling to and fro —an earthquaking, sea-billowing motion— while the little ones spread their happiness up and down and around every nook and cranny, finally cresting the pass to pause out under air. A trail, like shining snail tracks, marked their sudden bashful retreat …only to start the dance all over again. Karen vaguely heard her hairbrush drop to the floor. Her second free hand reached round behind to grip one hillock —the hand of a goddess opening widely the canyon. Behold, another secret door blushing rose-hued in the sunlight, its petals glistening as sprites continued their dance over and around, even venturing partway into its pouting center. A fifth finger answered the call of the four, though it hardly resembled a thumb: A different kind of finger was specially placed to guard the door of Karen's womb. Karen and Scott called that lonely finger "Missus" and often lured her out to sing for them. She was singing strongly now for her mistress (and now for others of her audience). But this was only the Introduction to a veritable Symphony of Pleasure: Karen reminded herself as she began reluctantly slowing her tempo. "Pamela!" A distant, motherly voice had interrupted, saying something about help with the dishes. Karen pulled her hand quickly back to reveal offstage scenery of their young neighbor miss escaping her nest in a streak of white flesh, gone back inside through her
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own bedroom window. The girl's blouse and underwear followed soon after, compliments of her hidden suitor. Just as well, I suppose. And Karen hoped they didn't get themselves in trouble. The elder watcher took her cue then to exit the stage. Time was getting on, and her own lover was waiting, perhaps preparing a comfy nest for her too. Now it’s time for my fancy dress— She had buried it days earlier deep in her underwear drawer, to be dug out just for such an occasion: a brand new box of heavy duty plastic food wrap. Once opened, it was easy to unroll the crinkly, clinging plastic and begin wrapping herself from ankles on up. On impulse, Karen shuffled unabashedly back to the window. Oops! He was still there, having dropped behind the bush as soon as Karen appeared. She pretended not to notice and kept right on wrapping her body, inching higher with every loop. She began to gyrate her hips as if to another hidden song, pausing at intervals in her new dance to pinch and caress choice spots on the way up, as if saying a gentle (but naughty) farewell to bared skin –though curiously no less exposed. Karen could clearly see her lone admirer in the mirror as the sun shone more directly on his tousled hair. His face and form reminded her very much of how Scott must have looked as a young teenager —curious, yet timid in his nascent sexuality. What if I could go back in time?— back to her own man's boyhood and grant him a foretaste of coming delights, …sort of like a fairy-godlover. Karen giggled to herself, then admitted: Cruel — too cruel.
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The boy was licking his lips, both hands pressed straight down and in a frontward motion busily polishing something —as if sharpening a prized tool of some sort. Karen didn't mind his distraction. She was wrapping the final length of plastic when Scott called: "Karen! Did you fall in?" She ran to lock the bedroom door, almost tripping and called back, "Just hold your horses, Mister!" If he hadn't called, Karen would likely have come right out, eager to share the evening with Scott eye to eye and skin to skin. But when she returned to the window, the boy was gone anyhow, probably startled by Scott's manly voice. So Karen paused upon the bed instead to re-read a section of her latest romance, the very novel that inspired her present plan —plastic wrap and all. It may not be original, but it seemed a worthy idea. Of course, Scott was the most creative lover this woman had ever known (the only lover) but Karen was sure she would soon have him ‘tied and branded’ with this fresh scheme of hers. Wonder where he gets his ideas? Karen opened the bedroom door for execution of her fantasy.
" I turned on the blow-dryer and began brushing with vigorous strokes for emphasis as I shouted." We had just stepped out from the shower. mocking me. after all. eye to eye." I plucked the offending jelly from his fist. "Well. she will take it along. I shut off the blower and turned to confront him. until we …need it. "But one never knows when she might need it." He was waving the tube of jelly under my nose. Ted's manhood remained at attention while we silently watched one another in the misty mirrors drying off (that's one of my favorite things about showering together).Me .ITCH." "Ah!" Ted raised a finger triumphantly. like he usually did while I dried my hair ―like any red-blooded American boy would do? After all. snort! His penis was wilting. Why didn't he just kiss my neck or stroke my butt.A Lesson in Obedience "No Ted. "It .Makes . Janice says. there I was and there he …Oh. The little plastic case was on the counter. my husband and I. "Are you trying to ruin my birthday?" "Jan. Here I was feeling irritated and jealous of his sudden sexual practicality. What a letdown. I don't want it." "Now Janice― Prudence says you should. But I'm not wearing it all evening." 33 . I―. "We aren't going to need it. I would rather have kept on silently musing over our recent wet and soapy affair than to be arguing now.
then?" I knew that I wasn't being fair. "You mean you are really refusing to obey your husband?" "I'm feeling more like a rebellious sixteen-year-old every minute. Ted clasped my hand and turned it over for a formal kiss." I whirled on him in feminine victory: "See?!" Ted just kind of pouted ―and suddenly pulled me against his shaggy chest to attack my open mouth with his tongue and teeth.. and picked up the plastic box. Ted did his best to look patriarchal as he spoke." Ted stated. You don't plan to rape me or anything?" "Or anything . for one thing. "Well. I raised that finger to smear the very tip of Ted's thickening male member …then did the same to his nose and gently smiling lips. he suddenly 34 . My indignation sort of flickered and blacked out as a rush of raw energy flooded down my middle. I don't remember doing it. you said." "And?" "I just wouldn't …I mean I'd have to. but the blower was off again when Ted released me.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "We are going to dinner first.." he floundered. Ted looked like he’d been slapped. you know …every time I went―. Then we both watched me bathe a finger in the warm mucus that was puddling between my legs.. With a glint in his eye." I lied. but it was my birthday. I slammed the tube of jelly back down onto the counter then switched the blower back on to High. "It would sort of itch. "Why don't you wear your own rubber.
I just returned to my hair styling. You can put those things in there for later. Peering groundward. Curiosity overcame modesty and I stepped up to push open the screen door." I shut off the blower and paused for his answer. The sound of an opening door drifted past the blower noise. Then I realized that the plastic case was missing too. It was easy tracking his wet foot trail over the rug. my naked body instinctively dodged itself back behind the corner of the entryway. What was he doing outside without a stitch? Where was he taking my one and only diaphragm and waning supply of contraceptive jelly? Well. Was he offended by my attitude after all? It was dark outside. When I spied the front door standing wide open. So I tracked him directly back to the front door. I called again: "TED! Where are you?" A quizzical thought took me back to the bathroom. it was dark and the street seemed vacant (for 35 . Nothing. and quiet. Peering round. just to see … Yup! Both our towels were folded neatly back on their racks. The garage door was open. I discovered sure enough the last traces of Ted's wet feet marking his path over the front porch and down the drive to the garage. There were no detours of dampness on the rug to a bedroom for clothing or robe.Lesson in Obedience snatched up the jelly. turned and disappeared down the hall. Hardly considering what Ted might be up to. "Ted!" (No answer) "My purse is on the vanity.
I had begun to chill a bit when he returned to stare through binoculars. Ted just gaped at me for a moment and disappeared suddenly behind the curtain. I showed him my fist. and shushed myself. But Ted only shrugged and left the window. you rat!" I shouted. Ted was gesturing now toward the open garage. "Don't you dare turn the porch light on. I pointed sternly to the front door. so I couldn't pound on the door. My poor feet carried me clumsily to the garage. Even the screen was locked. It's really too cold for this. Ted appeared promptly and happily waved an innocent greeting through the glass. I started stiffly up when a bright light overhead flicked on and off again. Then he puckered his lips. He finally put them down.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane the moment). What if Mrs Peabody. only to trace with both hands the figure of a lusty female form in the air. as if he intended me to find refuge in there again. So. but the sound of an approaching car made me rush further. I escaped the passing headlights in the concealing shadow of our own car. I was crouched in the far corner of the garage when I heard our front door slam shut. I hissed aloud: "Ted. I just gave him a dirty look and hugged my cold chest. I found a slightly warm spot against the house for my buns. you in there?" I didn't see anything. I plunged brashly out into the night to pursue my treasures. Peering into its shadows. I found a window to bang on instead. were to hear me …then SEE me? I think 36 . I told myself. the neighbor. He wouldn't! It took only a second to regain the porch.
There is definitely something warm and furry brushing my bare shin. But why? NO! The garage door was moving. though I dared not move until I was quite sure. Then a clawed paw stepped lightly atop my baby toe. expecting to find ―who knows what? It was too dark to see more than a small dark creaturely thing. down the road! It was early yet ―probably kids on their way back from the roller rink.. Voices. Slowly I turned my head. Mrs Peabody had said something recently about seeing a skunk in their trash. It was much warmer inside the car. 37 . Feeling really chilled now. I began moving surely toward the garage again.. Oh mercy! The porch light flicked on again (and stayed on). Why didn't that beast at least choose a less public hour for such a stunt? I wasn't about to wait under the glare of porch light for Ted to open up in time. The car might be a little warmer.. ducked under the slowly descending door and made for the car door handle. Ted must have hit the button. I dashed for it now. Its cold nose was delicately tracing my ankle. The neighbor's cat slinked guiltily away. I immediately welcomed the dark loneliness to begin brooding over what vengeance I deserved to take.Lesson in Obedience I would have battered in the window if something else hadn't frozen me into stilled silence. especially with the garage door closed against the outside air (though the upholstery felt strange against my naked back and thighs). I prayed that Ted's little joke was soon over.
reclining on the chair with head thrown back and both hands forced down tensely against her genitalia. It appeared as if my knee had knocked open the glove compartment in my scurry to gain sanctuary. what? The first thing I laid eyes on was a picture. (I have rather wondered what it might feel like to pose. even bored. A third picture showed her turned full frontal. but no clothes were covering it. I had never seen any which showed such obvious absorption in the model’s own carnality. Sweat sprang from pores all over my body when my unsuspecting brain finally made sense of what my eyes were focusing on. Those were definitely breasts ―bare breasts brazenly featured in the photo I held. too! It was too dark. The picture clearly showed one hand thrust down between her legs and the chair seat she straddled. I could see droplets of real 38 .) But at least. A bunch of photos were scattered over the floor and under the seat. I could barely tear my eyes away ―it was such a raw exposure of pure …lasciviousness. rather shakily. so I fumbled about for the car's dome light.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane How could he do this? On my birthday. and I have seen some (enjoyed some) revealing pictures of other less inhibited (?) women holding suggestive postures. most looking somewhat halfhearted. Oh God! It was worse ―I mean. this lady was really doing it. I'm no prude. not just posing. dripping with pent-up passion. I snatched up another. There ―Now. it was more― of everything! Her back was turned. I picked up the closest print. I mean.
It's not just pictures for me― I get the real thing. I began scratching in earnest ―both hands. and it slipped again through my fingers with a cruel twitter of escaping 39 .. I opened the car window a crack to let out some steam. But as much as I had washed ―and as much as Ted had scrubbed me (like a great cat with its warm and drippy tongue)― that itch was still there..Lesson in Obedience sweat and a flush over all …like I know that I get at the brink of orgasm. Ooh― That's what I like. You're beginning to perspire a bit yourself here. It just won't stay! I hissed. The car had begun to jiggle and rock on its shocks as I bounced. forcing the tips of my sweaty breasts together between stiff arms. like the lady in the picture. with lewd photos spread over my knees. And . Jan. while the hand holding the photo just sort of involuntarily slipped between my legs to rub at an itch. collecting somewhere inside near my bowels ―or was it up round my adnoids?―maybe both. I turned on my side and shoved one hand behind to meet from that side the other hand working stride time at the front. Oh. I exhaled. The itch was deepening.that shower was a dream. My mucus was hot and sticky tonight and plenty-of-it to smear where I pleased. I scooted up higher so I could lean forward and lend more weight of pressure to my ministering palms. driving my hips down to capture by sheer force that elusive trigger inside my clitoris. Then like a fourth photo. So reclining in my car seat. I knew what my hand was doing now. That's not all I was doing. A delicious well of desire was growing from a mere puddle to a lake.
come penitently to my 40 .Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane bliss. the reddish glow (peculiar to the whole batch of prints) so disguised my complexion that I looked like a sunburnt mestizo miss. anyway? I wondered. Of course― How could I be so naive? If my Ted had really intended to hide forbidden photos. Ted? I reached for a fifth print. bumping my brain! Recognition dawned. I actually giggled. I groaned deeply as the feeling roared through me …then collapsed my body back down into the cushion. Several mystery moments of that sexual adventure began to make some sense. I was about to let my imagination relive some of the hidden scenes never captured on film …when the garage door opened again. There was our Honeymoon House still intact (the kids had been awed by the catastrophe made of their creation). Ah! My labia still itched. how I'd been deceived. I sprang straight up. the heartshaped window I had labored helping the kids to make just so. Is it? Yes. I don't think I'd have found them so easily. It was me. I knew it had to be Ted. I reviewed the first couple of pictures ―sure enough. I heaved my whole body. And was that a gilt frame wedged over my own up-ended fanny? It was no wonder really. I began to see everything anew. This one showed clearly the face of my new acquaintance. More? Who would try to hide these here. CAUGHT it― the sizzling success of satisfaction. Studying one picture. Then down again. When my toes reminded me of other unviewed pictures.
Ted's scandal was only beginning! 41 . There he stood.Lesson in Obedience rescue. He opened the driver's door and I heard his keys rattle. Before I realized what was happening (my mind was busy searching for just the right opening statement) our car was rolling down the driveway and into the street. fully clothed (the villain!) and carrying my purse.
the shock value of her own plan was lost. decorative candle and flowers. There was everything she should have expected …except that he laid it all out on the floor instead of the table. It was beautiful: china ware.A Lesson On Faith II "Oh boy! Here comes dinner. "Let me help you to your plate. She wondered how sexy her plasticwrap evening gown really looked from Scott's perspective. That made Karen’s spine tingle. satin napkins. she couldn't ignore a wave of dizziness at the motion." Then he kissed her flushing neck. fascinated at Scott's absorption with setting their table." Scott managed to pinch a bun and a nipple while guiding her down." Karen glanced down at her glistening ankles and knees. Scott." "Took you long enough to notice. Mister." "You don't look too well-done —still a bit pink round the edges." Karen had been standing on the hall step above their dining area for several long seconds. "This plastic is really starting to make me sick. despite the growing nausea." Scott pawed all round Karen's 43 . "And just what do you think you're doing. "Don't you think you should unwrap the meal before serving it?" "Cute. "I am starting to sweat up a storm." Some sexy plan! "I can fix that. Sir?" Somehow. Not only was it difficult to step down the stair. In place of chairs were soft pillows to each side of the table cloth.
" "Uh! Scott. Just sharpened it.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane middle. Missus?" 44 . Missus. Did you melt it on?" "Feels like it! Get the scissors. when he began quickly twining a plastic strand back round her waist. will you?" "Here —I've got my pocket knife. then lower — as if searching for an invisible something. higher." Karen bit her lip as Scott poked the point of his blade through to a very sensitive spot on the inside of her upper thigh. He took time to unbind her knees though —leaving ankles firmly tied— before declaring the operation a success. "What's the matter?" "Can't find the end of this thing. that's going to make it hard to feed myself. You be careful with that knife. this time pinning her arms to her sides." "Trust me. Barely had Scott finished unwrapping Karen's belly and buttocks (sweat dripped coldly now down her hips). "Hey." "Aren't you going to thank me for saving your life?" "Scott. and he had made himself a loose end." Scott was unwinding her back and her chest now (breasts rejoiced for the second time that evening). "Scott. But no skin was broken. but Karen was too relieved at the feel of cool air on her skin to protest when he used the slack to bind elbows to her sides as well." "I don't want any accidents while I finish serving the main course. I'd really rather the scissors." "Yes.
settle down here on this pillow. "Scott. "Isn't it true that the plainest foods taste expensive when served on a fine 45 . you're crazy. don't you think it less than proper (not to mention polite) for me to be forced to sit nude at dinner while you are still wearing a suit and tie?" "I don't recall telling you what not to wear." "Well." "Let me get you a spoon …Here comes the airplane— Oops!" "Ow! Scot." Scott exclaimed with mock surprise." "Ha!" "Well. The sensation made her shiver just a bit. I'm rather helpless." "I'm hungry. "You were right— it does taste good. Her merry giggles choked into noisy smackings. wipe it up. that's cold— Oooh. you know— Scott! What …?" He was bending over with eager tongue to lick the inside of Karen's thigh. Now my leg is smeared with whip cream. get it off me quick!" Scott chased the glob of jello over one exposed thigh and finally rescued it. only to poke it promptly into Karen's open mouth. "Mmm— Scott." "I missed a piece of jello too. and I will see about dinner —that is dessert— first. the see-through effect is interesting." "You could at least accommodate me …" "You're not completely naked." "Well. Scott.Lesson on Faith II "I'm hungry. remember?" Scott bounced back up and soon returned from the fridge carrying a frosty goblet of deep red jello cubelets topped with whip cream and a pink cherry.
" "I'll say. some fell over onto the pillow and tangles of her blond hair. "Scott. In a moment. He also carried a double-sided serving bowl of rice and baby peas. What's next?" Karen was beginning to enjoy this meal. which were bouncing like their dessert with more giggles. There was a feisty gleam in her eyes. Some bites Scott managed to swallow. Karen couldn't help but respond in kind …and what remained of her modesty melted with the jello. Lay down. this one containing strips of meat swimming in pineapple sauce. "Didn't I see some Sweet 'n Sour Pork in the oven?" Karen was nodding knowingly —it was her husband's favorite dinner. Scott up and fetched another platter. you saucy platter. 46 ." And Scott shoved his wife back flat upon another pillow. A few he actually chased all the way up her neck and chin. you are soiling your tie. Then just as Karen was getting suspicious. Scott did it to her.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane platter?" "You've called me a tasty dish before. all steamy and generously buttered. spilling its frigid contents all over her bare chest. and past her lips again (though one did lodge in an ear) Then he tried rescuing a bite of jello from down her throat with a deeply probing tongue." "I think I'll have some more. his tongue was busy again." "Mmmr— that tasted even better than your strawberry lip gloss. this time chasing squares of red jello between the crests of Karen's breasts. Karen actually screamed when he up-ended the whole jello goblet.
" "Faith. nipping her just a little too closely with his teeth. Karen was soon writhing in an agony of tickles. so lusciously warm. she was certainly too surprised to complain before Scott began feeding again. "Ouch! Scott. rice and baby peas all over her bosom. A river of the sauce trickled down one side of her pubic mound and between her legs. Karen was secretly delighted at how nice the warmth felt after the chill of their opening dessert course." But Scott was gentle." Karen exclaimed aloud." Nor did the hungry man neglect to share vegetables with his bride. gathering mouthfuls at a time to pause and chew. Strips of pork were piled neatly over the hollow of Karen's navel. This time he fished about with lips and tongue. as syrupy sauce and pineapple chunks oozed down the sides of her stomach. still steaming slightly and feeling." "What?" "There's some rice sticking to my neck. She could feel some grains stuck precariously to the edge of a nipple (must have been the whip cream) and actually squealed with released anticipation when Scott scooped that up too. It is always painful eating rice with a fork. Oh! I hope he puts it right down … "THERE.Lesson on Faith II He did a bad job of making it look like an accident —yes. "Ah! Scott— Do my neck. He grabbed the nearest fork. Oh. use a spoon please. Missus. and her chest felt all tingly when he returned to the main course. But it wasn't as hot as she feared. She 47 . Scott.
shoving his head between her legs. she had only to bite a bit harder.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane unconsciously responded with a couple eager rotations of buttery hips and more sauce followed down her belly. another brand of sausage between her teeth. Karen found a cure for that. guiding her husband's eager mouth. 48 . Karen could see the bulge of excitement growing under his pants as he rose to tear off his coat and tie. Scott had prostrated his whole body over his wife's. soaking the curls of hair and covering her perineum with a clinging sticky sheen. but hardly cared to complain —for Scott had turned to straddle Karen's chest (ignoring the peril to clean shirt and trousers). While Karen's Missus sang lustily —she had given up trying to unbuckle his pants with her teeth when she felt the urgency of his Mister through the fabric knocking insistently against her cheek— then just a slight turn of the head and she had him where it counted. If he got too wild. Scott was watching the mini-drama with mingled pleasure and awe. This was turning out even better than he had anticipated. Karen purposely rocked herself side to side as her hips resumed their rotation. backside to her face as he lowered his jaws to begin their hungry work on the platter’s bottom half. And what if his teeth happened to snag a chunk of meat in its path? …but screams soon followed when he failed to distinguish between pig flesh and that of Missus. She was disappointed for a moment when he didn't follow with shirt and trousers. devouring her up and down and under like a lion after the kill.
"Oh Scott. She froze. She's hungry for more. "Ah! Want some meat for yourself." Then Karen noticed what he held in his other hand. dull steak knives." He picked up the fork again and seated himself next to her. I'll have to feed you little pieces. as if her tender belly were a butcher board 49 . Scott’s suit clothes were an impossible mess.Lesson on Faith II Soon Scott was riding her jaw with a swivel of his own hip and wishing that he had paused earlier to unclothe himself. Scott. Though now it was Scott's turn to call out when Karen began gnawing even further at his testicles. Scott. a couple dangling between her legs. The strips pork were scattered askew over her midriff. Karen actually arched her buns from the floor in pursuit of more kisses for her Missus. "I didn't mean more meat." "It's difficult to swallow while lying down. Maybe this wasn't so fun anymore." Karen closed her eyes as he began angling utensils down toward her navel. More please!" "There's plenty left." "It's only one of those old. Please don't tease me so. "Scott— Put it down." "Not the knife. do you?" When Scott unsmothered her face and pried his head from the vice of her legs. But Scott was wise enough not to attempt carving the meat. It isn’t near as sharp as my pocket knife.
Ooh— what if I had made noodles for dinner? Scott carried the last strip of pork with his own teeth and lower it an inch at a time onto Karen's palate. He simply separated the grain and forked stringy sections to her mouth where she could wad it up between her teeth like spaghetti. With a thrill. playful smack. "What's for dessert?" "Scott! You already had the dessert.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane —especially with a dull knife. "What? No bowls to serve it in?" "I'll find me a bowl. she realized he had discreetly dropped his trousers. c'mon. She could feel the vulnerable contents of his scrotum …and squeezed it between her 50 . It was just enough to quench her thirst. though. wearing only undershorts now —little protection against the renewed impatience of the Mister." "How about some bubbly? You will need to turn all the way over and prop your chin up to drink. Mister …And leave your messy pants in the kitchen!" Karen had turned to lie on her side when Scott returned with the saucepan of vanilla pudding. remember?" "Aw. Scott was straddling the back of her thighs. I'm sure I saw one here someplace." But even that was too awkward for more than a couple of sips." "Go look on the stovetop. Karen discovered. She parted her legs a crack to hold snuggly the length and firm roundnesses of him. That wasn't really a dessert. that the platter was not to turn over onto its bottom again." "I need something to drink first. Their lips met with a hard.
Karen awaited dessert. His shorts were wet. Wrappings round Karen's ankles had also loosened enough so that with little effort she pulled one foot free and tucked up her knees. Missus greeted the index gently at first …but was quickly leading them all in exuberant song. She was hoping ever that he might also send his Mister down her secret shaft to search for treasures hidden there also. The cheeks of Karen's glazed hams danced for Scott. She could feel the alcohol drawing at the pores of her skin as he poured slowly all the way up her back once again. With a last shiver. letting his head be swayed in the dance as well. like a spring breeze over hot sands. Karen could imagine every skin cell of her back as if each were alight with tiny flames. Then it began cooling in waves. Karen's back was ashiver as Scott began trickled wine from a glass down the length of her naked spine. still within its bonds —there to lodge right hand and fingers against their singing sister. Instead. Karen grabbed his chin with renegade fingers to hold his open mouth firmly against her Missus— 51 . he drilled his tongue down as far as it would reach. and with eyes closed. thus allowing Scott to mine deeper for vanilla nectar. Suddenly. then over neck and finally her scalp. Karen didn't think it was sweet 'n sour sauce.Lesson on Faith II knees. He slipped down prostrate again to bury his face in their delicious embrace. Karen realized she could slip one arm down beneath her belly. A flush of liquid lightening stole her attention. Just as her butt was being bathed in warm creamy pudding.
exploring an opposing crevice with his mouth and chin. forgetting her new freedom in the passion of making dinner music. Karen pushed her middle finger deep inside the hollowness of her vagina. When the billows of mingled pain/pleasure began to subside. While Scott took bites from the heaving nakedness. You in the mood for more dessert?" She couldn't answer. the same moment Missus masterfully scaled and peaked her highest. Karen had been crouching on all fours for several minutes. purer tone from her deepest throat. penetrated her very bowels. finally drilling with vanilla lubrication down deep as he could engineer into Karen’s anal chasm. as if to force every drop of wild ecstasy from its secret lair. Karen cried out and squeezed her kegel tight.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Almost. Scott removed his face but only to take advantage of the weakening crack and with a deep thrusting thumb. Finally she let out a long sigh of satisfaction. almost …and THERE —the climax of her song in wave after wave of cascading harmonies. Scott pulled out his thumb and teased further with a few more tidy licks of her buns. Karen. "There's more pudding. Her eyes were closed and she was still humming to herself snatches of their 52 . But Scott had his own plan again. wishing ever more that Mister would come and fill that void. Karen knew her Missus well and sought next to evoke an even higher. The plastic wrap was hanging loosely now round her middle.
was sent searching inside another mouth for a place to hide his indignity —the very core of woman’s being— while Scott happily licked Karen's coughing and bewildered face like a shameless puppy." Scott muttered and slurped a drip of steamy semen from the bridge of Karen's nose. "My compliments to the chef. Open wide. "Oh Mister… How do you dream up these ideas?" 53 . begging for her hands and heart (as well as massaging lips) to complete their nuptial feast. Mister. With a skillful flip (learned from college wrestling). When she whimpered just a little. Scott yanked Mister free. not in words but certainly in deed and with reveling abandon." She opened her eyes to witness a vanilla-pudding-coated penis slip smartly past her lips and teeth. I will. She was vaguely aware of some movement. still throbbing. Just a squeeze of his hand round the firm ruddy utensil. She said. and he was squirting his own brand of pudding over Karen's cheeks and eyes and some in her ears. Mmmmmmm… Karen remained on hands and knees while Scott knelt as if for a marriage proposal.Lesson on Faith II symphony. Scott was mounted atop his mistress and bride. then: "Open your mouth. Karen. Scott had been waiting a very long time and was immediately pumping Karen's mouth. his sticky fingers entangled in her hair. only to paint the glaze back over her grinning lips. She sucked off their salty shine and sighed.
Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Dessert was good too." 54 . and she replied: "Just plain vanilla— I like your recipe better." he continued.
Silently I blessed the darkness." Ted nodded with obvious satisfaction. priming the pump." I knew he meant the pictures." I said. Not that again! "When I say wear something. I forgot your clothes. I was sweating now from nervous tension. if you don't take me back home —or at least produce some decent clothes— your pumping career is over. "I swear. I looked away and out my window. He was driving us out on a public road after all.A Lesson in Obedience II "You should start with that." "You look comfortable. my legs clamped together and caught him in the act. That's why I didn't see his hand reach over slyly to paw between my legs. "I mean clothes. "You're license is suspended. Like crab pincers. he spoke up: 55 . My plastic diaphragm case and jelly were stashed with the sunglasses and car registration." "I'll revoke it!" I was furious. just short of exploding. Besides.” "Sort of on purpose?" "And you look as if you've been enjoying yourself. Jan. until I spied what Ted was talking about. After a long silence. as I like to put it." Ted just shook his head and kept driving." Ted pointed to the glove compartment. still open in front of my seat. "The Birthday Girl has been …well. Ted— CLOTHES. Instead of answering. Buster!" "Just as I thought.
I was still entirely unclothed and wasn't going anywhere. "Okay. Where are we going? Though I did ask him politely once to slow down please. I began to fear for his braking dexterity. "Wait here while I get our room. I remember one trip. Under different circumstances." It took us a full hour and thirteen minutes travel time. By the time we pulled into the hotel parking lot." "What!" I would take anything. through lighted city streets and crowded freeway traffic. when with trousers and shorts shoved all the way past his knees." he said.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "There is something you could wear —just until we get there. of course —But I wasn’t about to lend even a hand on this trip. Are we there yet?— or even. I forced myself to maintain a stony silence (as well as low profile) the whole time. As he walked 56 . I was afraid his scheme had backfired on him. He likes it with my mouth best. though not by my silence. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for the poor man. I think Ted did begin to feel punished too." It was a stupid reply. never asking. I recall sensing the slight swerving of our car as I primed his pump that time to full flow. thanks to my stubborn ingratitude. he might well have anticipated my occupying such a journey with attention to his manhood. It would have been the worst time for a cop to find any excuse to stop us and check all passengers for seat belt safety. for future. "Your seat belt. I did manage to collect all the photo evidence and hide them in my purse for future …well.
Lesson in Obedience II toward the office. The boy had just finished our room. I was seen by only one young employee while shuffling my way barefoot through the otherwise deserted hall. My belly growled. "Don't worry. "Got to go buy your birthday present. I couldn't be 57 . Ted left me huddled Indian style on the bed. Ted greeted him with a friendly nod." he said. I slumped down as low as I could." "Bedspread!" I demanded. "You're leaving me." he announced." He did kiss me goodbye. Ted actually winced as he carefully shut the door behind him. Jan. "I'll go up first and borrow a towel for you. I prayed that all the guests had arrived already and had gone on to their dinners. What a birthday! "Only an hour— I'll send up some appetizers. I relaxed then. displaying our room keys. romances. feeling beyond surprise." he agreed. He was back soon. Happy Birthday." "Emergency stairs!" "You're the Birthday Girl. wrapped like a mummy in my coral flowered comforter. But a smile snuck up to my face. one of those video …um." "Not interested. like a spy sub with periscopes up. "Then I will take you safely on up the elevator." He answered my blank stare: "You know. opened the door and paused again: "Oh— And I thought I might have them cable us one of their Playboy fantasies." I declared." I stated flatly. I sighed to myself.
"My husband just went out to buy me something to wear. I quickly yanked the blanket back up over my shoulders and round my pounding chest. Oh. as he set the tray down by the door. he'd be right back …um. "Excuse me. I smiled. Ma'm. Knock – Knock. quite young really —barely sixteen and slightly built." His face and ears burned redly. polite and rather timid. for I had allowed my wrap to drop quite low." I explained too readily. "Excuse me. He was really harmless. "My husband said. "Room service. "Can I get you anything else?" "That's fine. "Come in. sort of relieved. At least he seemed so." I called. before taking off. hesitating for some reason." I called again. When he just stared back without any response (what could he have said?) I could have kicked myself for foolery. he's back. any moment. Ah! I almost screamed aloud. A mercy they were trained not to simply Come in." I went on. "Come on in." He was the same boy we met in the hall." I answered automatically but noticed him noticing …What? My bare leg was thrust to one side out from under cover of my blanket. The evening could only get better. "I mean. Then it dawned on me: "Oh— my husband will 58 ." came the muffled reply." The boy looked uncomfortable. Ma'm. Probably wants to make up first.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane mad anymore. I thought. I had been more careful about other parts but quickly solved that also.
more something than I was used to. I scolded Me. It was certainly more …well. would you please lock the door on your way out?" "Sure. It seemed a long march to the other side of the hall. I grabbed a snack and switched on the tube. I guess. Ted helped me get settled in my chair —he was being very warm and attentive since having returned from his shopping spree. We were given a table to ourselves. Some instruments and sound equipment lay ready for use." My attendant sort of jumped from his reverie. Ted produced a paper certificate from his pocket for the host.Lesson in Obedience II tip you as soon as he gets back. We entered the banquet hall arm in arm. "Oh. fern-covered fountain). he already did. especially now that I was fully clothed. Dropping the blanket. banana leaves. I wasn't about to let him go again. and I could feel the eyes of other guests following us. Ma'm. I looked at the reflection of myself in the glass of the TV screen. The poor kid will probably lay awake all night now. How could you be so lame. I was sure I heard the lisp of whispered comments as we passed —admiring my dress." "Oh … well. right to one side of a decorated stage or platform. It displayed a phony jungle scene (palms. Then that unbidden smile stole back up to tease away my frustrations. who then smiled familiarly and conducted us to our table." And he was gone. I actually began to feel like 59 .
Say tits. the shoes he bought weren't quite narrow enough.." "No.” The pin brought back memories of larger. The dress was strapless. I looked down again to inspect the neckline of my dress. then picked up a name tag from his plate." "Well. Mine had Janice handwritten in bold blue calligraphy (blue was going to clash with my ivy green evening gown) with a tiny brass safety pin next to it. promising that tomorrow we'd go together to the stores to select some more outfits and make necessary exchanges.. and I will help you with yours. that is. "It's okay for you to look.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane the Birthday Girl. that I hadn't a thing to wear." "It's not obvious. though —down." I hesitated. uh …bust line. making me shuffle a bit to keep them from slipping off. easier-to- 60 ." Ted just grinned and nodded.. but I couldn't help it." Ted held his tag out." Ted assured me. Ted. showered with packages and pampered before the party. I noticed all the guests were wearing theirs." (He was being so …nice now.) "And I do like to look.) He beribboned a roll of cash as well. without really looking." I hissed back. with my chin down flat against my chest. and. For instance. "You pin mine on for me. "I know you can see them right through the silk. if you don't mind it. (I guess Ted took me literally. "Here. your. "What looks fine?" "You know. I won't look anymore. "It really looks fine. It was only days ago I had been hinting that my wardrobe was looking anemic. I knew it must look peculiar in public.
" 61 ." Ted settled back into his chair. There reigned the typical restaurant hum of voices otherwise masking our conversation. not even a bit of lace edging the low-cut top edge of a bodice. "Wouldn't that look rather like a dog tag?" "Rather. you're not going to stick it to my tit.Lesson in Obedience II operate diaper pins. "We can exchange it." I looked over there." I kicked off my shoes. Uh— look over there while I do this." Ted agreed. "Oh no!" I suddenly realized why he paused. The table cloth went all the way to the floor. "Where do you want it." "Which store? What help?" "The Women's Underwear department. Jan?" "Well. unless you want to draw more public attention. so I didn't fear offending anybody. "Well. so I didn't have to endure their reactions to his liberty." "How about your necklace?" I broke my oath to look down again. He was already prepared to pin me up. "Ummm—. "I want to hear more about the help you got at the store. looking confusedly at my bust again. My dress had no lapel. "Sorry about the bra." He paused. The waiter had come by abruptly to start refilling our water glasses. My back was to the crowd. Ted thrust one hand right into the left breast cup of my dress to guard my tingling titty from the pin. These little jewels were stubborn— "There!" I patted his lapel. here goes nothing.
Fine. Ted rambled on anyway." He bent forward to earnestly explain. I'll take it and I'll need a bra to go with it. having even forgotten that embarrassing encounter with the boy in our room. I wasn't done interrogating: "Did she sell you the rest of it?" 62 . I swear!" Finally Ted sat back and the waiter laid out our meal. that help." "So?" "So she called me into the dressing room. they don’t allow it. "She said her manager wouldn't approve of her modeling merchandise out on the front floor.) "Just a quick look-see. "The clerk—" he hurried on. and that was it. Ted was puzzling over my last comment." "The Dress.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Oh. The waiter had arrived with our meal and was waiting patiently for us to acknowledge him. my helping you in the dressing room. Will this do? And I said. c'mon Jan! It was perfectly innocent." "Did she model the bra for you too?" "Yeah —I mean …I guess so. She asked what size and I said. We might have had a grand time." (I felt menacing. "She didn't seem to mind it. "She said. About your size." I hurled another look at him." I was enjoying my vengeance. we said good day." "Oh." (I must have looked menacing." I leveled an accusing gaze as he continued.) "I had to see in order to decide— Aw." He stuttered. "All I could see was the dress. "But I would much rather have had you model it for me. She rang it up.
Ted?" "You look lovely." "Oh! No. Madam?" I don't know why he bothered. "The crotchless panties. "What happened to him?" Ted laughed when the waiter left. The waiter took advantage of the lull to ask. "Can I get you anythin—Ga. that was another lady. Jan. "Especially without the bra." but he choked and reddened suddenly. the bra had proven too large after all —impossible to wear under a strapless). 63 ." I searched his face." "Another lady?" "But she wasn't your size. He gazed back. "Champagne with your meal. And all I could find was the sort of worshipful devotion in his eyes that always quite melted my suspicions. "Does my dress look funny. so I dangled a napkin nonchalantly over my chest." "TED!" And I removed my napkin for his inspection. The waiter bowed slightly as he looked my way." "Even without the bra?" (Yes.Lesson in Obedience II "What?" I had to whisper it over his tray while the waiter was busy. It all looks fine. "Relax. "Thanks. using gestures." I said when the glass was full. Then he turned his face to repeat the same routine quickly to my husband. as he had already begun pouring it. the full breadth of that helper’s attention." he assured me and went on to make me understand. quite certain he had observed something startling about my bosom. He was being a dear.
I have already described how the table cloth skirted the table all round and completely veiled what transpired beneath." "They were. our conversation.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane So I did relax and enjoyed the meal: Veal Parmesan. "But this must be costing you a fortune — the 64 . I just shook my head and slipped down in my seat a mite. Every few seconds he would look up to capture my glance and penetrate my reserve with a fervent stare. "Why the name tags. Then when I felt his toes retreat to begin agitating territory already conquered —my feet— I tried to hide my disappointment with conversation. I almost spilled my wine when he twisted toes round the hollow behind my knee. He started with my shins. his discreet little tickles sent chills through me. About a quarter of the way through the meal. stroking with his toes up and down. the stage and jungle scene? They acted as if they were expecting us. The rest. "I'm not disturbing your dinner. emphasizing overtly what his feet were doing to me under cover. am I?" Ted asked. I was too distracted to notice. Though he wore socks and I pantyhose (I couldn't understand why he chose waist-high pantyhose to wear over crotchless panties." I asked. Ted introduced his toes to our festive intercourse —I mean. or garters?)." Ted began roving up the inside of my leg again. trying to look demure. "Tell me what this is all about. between the silences of our sparse chatter. why not knee stockings. At least that was the main entree'.
I wiped my brow and let eyelids droop shut. . I couldn't stand the suspense. is it straight?" "Oh." "I'm going to the restroom—. "Well then. My Dear —Now. He attempted to use his toenail on a lingering traverse over both my upper legs. I captured Ted's foot and shoved it down firmly between my legs. I wouldn't say straight exactly . slid all the way up and under the dress to begin stroking my belly in warm circles. where was I?" I slipped back down to a comfortable slouch and opened my knees— "North.) "You're welcome.Lesson in Obedience II room. As he departed our table." But he anchored my chair leg with his foot. not realizing how silly it must have looked with a fork held halfway to my mouth. so I was forced to stay and rely on his judgment. Then Ted's feet braved to climb atop one of my thighs. Vaguely believing that my feeding-hand was still busy with its fork— I slipped my napkin-hand down under the table cloth. that tickles!" "More champagne. 65 . the dinner. His toes moved north all the way up the most sensitive line of my inner thigh. what do you say?" He was nodding his head knowingly and staring at my middle: "Sinful— Ow!" (I had kicked his shin. the clothes —Ted. Madam?" I sat up straight to answer the waiter. it seemed. I noted how reluctant the man had been to look full at me. "Ted. . how's my dress?" "Enticing." I directed." "I mean. He sort of snuck up behind me.
so I slid down in my seat a bit further. "And how does the Birthday Girl feel?" "She feels bored —Get it? Bored. maybe my dress. blindly oblivious to our surroundings." I purred. I answered nervously. Ah. Madam. "As in drilled?" "Bored silly and loving it. I've had enough champagne …" Ted was almost choking with barely disguised hysterics. please. He had imitated the waiter's voice. "I'll take it back now. Dripping— and this is going to stain my new pantyhose. I think. "Pete feels strained. But he got another kick for his trouble. Ted caught my foot with his knees." I volunteered. but I could hardly believe he would have felt it through his socks — unless I was actually sopping. my hand informed me. 66 . But Ted wormed his toes back up into the heated niche of my thighs. My pantyhose felt slimed as he pressed the fabric with his big toe into the damp folds of my cloistered labia. startled and blinking. It was wet. "Um— No thank you. not really intending to fool me.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Ooh! Relief. "Your pump is leaking." I was glad for the long table cloth over my hips as I squirmed a spiral motion more squarely over Ted's toe. But more pressure was needed." "Oh!" I sat up again. I pushed my own foot (still a prisoner between Ted's knees) up between his legs and lodged it firmly against what felt like part of the table leg." I politely commanded. yes.
after the entertainment.Lesson in Obedience II "Want me to stop?" "I'll take whatever you please to give me. He looked really delighted. "What! A movie?" "Well. but I was crestfallen." "Really?" Ted dropped his foot. Ted!" My voice took on a whining tone." 67 . Neither my hand nor legs could manage to recapture my runaway saddle horn. "I wasn't done yet. "I'll give you more when the lights go out." Ted pointed over my shoulder." he promised. a presentation anyway. "The performers are coming.
A Lesson on Faith III Karen was getting lonely. Her legs were getting weary from propping her fanny against the door." Scott handed her the plastic tub. "Here. It had not been used." Karen used the edge of the counter to regain her feet and rubbed her abused butt with a scowl. you hold this. It was filled more than half full of steaming water. Karen much preferred their bouncy bed for that kind of play. Scott." "Don't bother. Her husband was taking a long time locked in the bathroom. 69 . squeaky springs and all. depositing Karen's sore tail to the floor again. Before she could think to put it down on a counter. "…while I check for bruises. Mister?" "It's a secret. Scott's totally nude form stood over her. "Missus! You almost made me spill the bathwater. Scott was steering her out of the bathroom and down the hall. "Where are we going with this. Scott's last few thrusts of impassioned sex just moments ago had quite hammered her against the cruel floor. I had to unlock the door with my toe." Scott snatched a folded cloth napkin from their dining floor. Karen shifted to place both hands behind as a cushion between door and sore tailbone. he was holding a large plastic wash tub. Help! The door suddenly fell away from behind." But both Karen's hands were burdened now with keeping the water level ―so she couldn't very well ward him off or back herself quickly out of the way.
Sir. Even so." "I thought not." "Mister looks a bit tired. C'mon― And don't spill the water. Nor was it cold. the couple could almost imagine they were wearing something like light pajamas or maybe silk robes. making it one of those warm and dry summer nights when even mosquitoes are no threat. she knew it to be the side kitchen porch. It was night. Scott had left the porch light off. "The adventure has only begun. "When can I put down our bath?" Karen whined. Scott was thinking. Except for their unaccustomed freedom of movement down the path to back yard." "Be careful with me. They were both stark naked. both adventurers felt a twinge of hesitation as the evening air greeted tingling skin.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "You mean your scheme isn't over yet?" Scott answered while blindfolding his wife with the napkin. Ow! That was too close." Scott led his wife on a trek around the house to befuddle her sense of direction. But of course. Should have grabbed clogs for our feet." "Good. I can't see a thing. When he finally opened a door to outside. the breeze had stilled. surely. Karen knew every corner of each room by smell and feel (of the air if nothing else). 70 . when a reaching branch of a bush poked him rudely." "Is Missus tired of play?" "Tired? Tired! You know her better than that. and the only light was from stars and a pale moon.
so Karen had to prop it up higher. "Here." Scott rubbed his sore groin as he answered. leaving her standing with a knee on each side of one angled leg of the kid's swing set. She thought of how Missus had begun introducing her charms about that time ―though it was always through the crotch of jeans and 71 .Lesson on Faith III "You certainly don't expect to fit us both into it. She let her toes bury themselves under loose." "There’s some good bushes over the other side of the house. holding the tub between the pole and her ribs." Karen muttered. Karen could remember doing something like this as a young girl (and not so young) straddling the leg of a metal yard toy. "Drop it?" Karen spouted. drop it. she only managed to tighten the loop round each wrist and drive her bare feet into the dirt. "Can I put it down now?" "Just a second. But Scott was apparently too preoccupied to consider borrowing (or reclaiming) the neighbor's little nest. "Right over here." he said having tied her other wrist. The tub of water bumped the upper part of the metal pole before her. thinking of a certain window with a secret thrill. pony style. fine soil. up this way ―don't trip!" Scott managed to lead Karen to a spot. "After carrying it all this way…" When she tried backing off the pole. Her arms were already aching with the unusual strain." He looped a cord round one of her wrists and walked round the other leg of the swing set. So she just sort of sat down instead. "Okay." "You sure there's nobody leering over the fence?" "Just the dog.
" Suddenly a jerk of the cords flipped the tub of warm water from Karen's grasp: Water dripped from her arms and legs and even from the tips of her titties.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane panties." "Did you bring any soap?" Karen realized that Scott had stretched the cord tighter so that all she could do was slide up and down the pole a short span. then a little moan as the polished metal tube began sliming with saliva of Missus' wet kisses. By angling her hips. "Don't worry― I can get more water. "Mmmm. With a squeeze and gentle rocking motion. The smooth." Missus 72 . Karen startled her Missus into a giggle. or maybe only swim suit bottoms. so now she lay with breasts also straddling the pole. so very happy. Karen reacted by reaching both arms down to retrieve the falling tub. Missus remained happy― Oh. "Camping with the Girl Scouts." "Well it's time for your bath now." "They made you do this in Boy Scouts?" "Camping! We went camping. cool steel of the pole felt hard but good even now between her legs." Karen hummed unconsciously. "Oh― just humming a little tune. "I thought I might try something I used to do as a boy scout." Scott abruptly returned. Her toes sank further into the ooze puddling below in the dirt. I guess. Scott answered his wife's bewildered silence. "What are you moaning about?" Scott had wandered a short way to fetch a shovel.
" "No soap?" "Our commander forgot to bring it. the kids' new sand box got filled with dirt month's ago." Karen's bare body chilled just a little. There's hardly any sand left." "You don't mean my pot. then along the side of her ribs and over one dangling breast." "And I suppose that all they did was wash the Boy Scout dishes?" "Looks like Missus is enjoying her seat. He was running the back of his fingers past a sensitive hollow of waist." When Scott didn't answer. more like a pleasant memory than a real accusation. either from wet skin exposed to the air or due to her husband's liberties.Lesson on Faith III was beginning to sing quite nicely. they made us wash our own dishes ―wouldn't even loan us any soap. "You didn't answer me. Karen began rubbing the 73 . Mister. I'm sure a little mud on the pot won't hurt it any. so Karen's tone really sounded distracted." Karen slowed the rocking of her hips selfconsciously. "They showed us how to use sand instead. "There were a couple of occasions …but they always camped on the other side of the creek." Scott reached out a hand to stroke his wife's busy ass: "No." "Well. We scrubbed those old blackened camp pots ‘til they sparkled!" The nature of Scott's plan was finally dawning on Karen: "Scott.
Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane side of her head against the pole. and jerked against her bonds. but her legs swung free. shutting her eyes voluntarily. she didn't see them since they were sunk in mud like her own. It wasn't hard to force the blindfold down. the strumming of her body by Scott's slimy fingers. Mister. "I think I will paint a picture. you're going to love it. First thing she saw was Scott's feet ―that is." said Karen and relaxed atop her mount again. She was distributing weight more comfortably along the pole. When he stood up again and advanced." he mused. just warm and wet. Actually the stroking of Scott's hand didn't feel any different from before." "You're getting weird. "I'll aim higher next time. "No." Truth was. That didn't feel bad." "C'mon. Karen cried out involuntarily. 74 . In fact the raw tickling of her clitoris was making her whole body itch with impatience and an edge of impending wildness. Bully. Mud really felt like soap ―a bit gritty at times― though even that was no less satisfying than scratching one’s back with fingernails. Karen was beginning to get steamy ―not from irritation but pure bliss over the sweetness of silent sounds coming from between her legs. you creep!" "You just take our Missus for a pleasure ride while I polish this gorgeous body. He bent over to bury his hands in it also. "What you going to call it?" "Little Miss Mudpot― Ouch!" Karen's arms were tied.
He straddled the bar behind her and lay down lightly atop her form. His fingers skated figure-eight patterns over every inch. He reached round to cup a breast in each hand and squeeze. He especially concentrated on the hollows round her shoulders and breasts. messaging Karen’s arms. She opened them wider and lifted her fanny. under her arms. leaving shudders of joy in their wake. which was still weaving patterns of its own up and down the pole. It was rather like trying to grasp a peeled peach under the warm faucet. He tried to grip her buns as well. Despite a growing ache in her ribs. He was already up to his elbows in mud himself when an inner yearning began to draw his body closely up to hers. feeling the slick skin against skin. belly. down the tops of her thighs. her back and breasts. the small of her back and the crack of her butt. mud oozing out like oil between his fingers.Lesson on Faith III Scott soon covered her back and sides with a layer of warm sticky mud. Karen could feel his rod nudging bravely at the space between her thighs. Maybe it was both. Karen found that she could position a wonderful variety of pressures over the length of her clitoris using just slight shifts in the 75 . next he was rubbing in circular motions with the heels of both hands. Either Scott had other plans (again) or Mister was not yet fully recovered from his previous adventure. At moments he squeezed his whole body around hers. but arms. the sensitive spots on each side of her belly. not just hands. legs ―spreading the wet earth between them. for Scott backed off and away from Karen's body. but being covered with a film of mud they were too firm and slippery to grasp.
something long and firm and slightly curved was thrust deeply into the hot. Karen's orgasm was still descending when she became vaguely aware again of Scott's attention to the inner sanctum of her ass. Karen actually felt her heart flutter as a hand pried open her buttocks. a certain twisting and answering squeeze sent Missus soaring and Karen writhing into oblivion of bliss. Just when Missus broke free of Karen's restraint. Just a whisper. like the jaws of a clam guarding its pearl. It felt unevenly textured and slightly flexible. but he seemed to talk to his mistress. Mister was still whispering inside her vagina. dripping mouth of her sex. but something else was seeking entry by the back door. but just a bit 76 . It filled and stretched her.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane rotation of her hips. the foreign. so she held her breath and paused in her rhythm for a few seconds of anticipation. Scott pushed it deeper and began moving it in and out while Missus wavered just short of her highest note. impersonal object was yanked away and readily replaced by the warm. responsive length of her Sire. "You― Scott." Karen hissed. I want you. He did not fill her as fully. What was her lover doing next? Just wait one more heartbeat. She squeezed them back involuntarily. but his strength was relentless. In answer. Missus was preparing for a final spring up the scale to high C when Scott returned. She knew he had always been fascinated by the pink lips of her anus. When she opened her legs wider.
But Karen couldn't have helped it. He dropped the baby yellow squash (volunteered from the garden). Missus was snapped again into screaming orgasm. Only childbirth had surpassed this test. He pushed it deeper. "Oooh―" Now Karen really felt stretched. when a similar attack of orgasm had unexpectedly overwhelmed her brain and body. As Scott's contraption suddenly erupted from her anus. so she was now a bit embarrassed at the passion of sounds that escaped her throat." "Does it hurt?" Scott worked the strange tool slowly out. "Ah! A-hah― mmm . forgetting even the lover in its fury. please …" Karen croaked. but Karen could 77 . Meekly. her head flushed with the hot rushing blood in her veins. Karen joined the scream for just a moment and rode that steel post for every inch it was worth. "No more..Lesson on Faith III bigger than either the finger or thumb that Scott had ever dared to send probing its mysteries. Karen loosened the sphincter and raised her tail. sending another rush of blood pressure to Karen's face and crown ―he had grown so large and hard in answering excitement. She squeezed and pushed and swiveled her hips.. Her muscles twinged and weakened ―deeper still. Scott's final thrust did hurt a bit. he began rooting Mister more deeply into his own favorite hole. Nor did Scott resent her obvious ecstasy. As then. then in again. Her memory flashed back to the moment when her last baby finally thrust his head out into this world.
"You know. Scott was thinking as he gazed in awe at his wife's darkly glistening torso. Karen might have feared his reluctance." Karen spoke now in a breathy tone. or rather humming as if singing her Missus to sleep while Scott rinsed off mud with sun-heated water from the garden hose. Karen squeezed the throbbing shaft as he drew it slowly on out. "Poor Mister. It's my turn tomorrow.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane feel and share by that uncanny sense the tender urgency that sent his penis hammering home." 78 . If it weren't for the helpless grin on his face. His last squirt of semen dribbled down her quivering perineum to mingle with the flow of mucus washing mud from vulva lips. Your Missus will revive you. Karen was moaning again. We will both be sore tomorrow. Scott only moaned. Scott.
once facing us again. Grass skirts hissed between the beats. BLAM! Drums exploded into wild rhythm. the house lights had dimmed and spotlights flashed on to better feature the forms of our performers. all the way up to the joint of each hip. poking bare knees through their skirts. like overgrown pubic hair. Their spinning belly-buttons were making me dizzy. He began immediately stroking my leg. Meanwhile. I welcomed his hand under the table cloth. Every leg was exposed. Then. and I returned the favor. The tranquil dancers had suddenly been transformed into a wall of gyrating hips and bouncing bosoms. Their faces looked Hawaiian also. with ample opportunity for everyone to appreciate the long flowing black hair brushing their quivering bee-hinds. 79 . they began to shake themselves gradually down to a squatting jitter (a sort of fertility dance." I warned my husband. The skirts formed a beard of thin strands dangling low between each pair of legs. Ted got up to move his chair round to my side of the table. The girls turned a slow pirouette completely round. "You shouldn't be watching this.A Lesson in Obedience III Hesitant clapping of other dinner guests quickened the steps of a team of Polynesian-dressed musicians. Their dress was barely adequate. I guess). Five costumed girls posed themselves for dancing.
I don't—. I caught myself wondering what it might be like to dance in line with other voluptuous females. I was using claws just to scratch suggestions of less inhibited converse through the seams of his pants to the Old Man anxiously waiting to get out. still seated behind us. Pete.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "I'll close my eyes. was uttering little squeaks of disbelieving surprise as this savage little dancer-miss began exposing the man's creamy white calves. Later. One was dragging at the arm of a confused and reluctant guest. Ted's hand was soaked. my hands and arms weaving poetical patterns in contrast to the mechanical zig-zagging of my hips — one hand casually brushing the bare shoulder of my neighboring dancer while another dancer accidently presses an arm against my barely bandaged breasts. The dancers were descending the stage from both sides." he said. While exotic fingers deftly 80 . Ted clutched my leg involuntarily as a dancer came toward him too …then passed him in favor of a fatter. They were moving quickly between the tables to the rhythm of the drums. They wouldn't appreciate you poking your head out here. I didn't close mine (as I doubted he did either) but witnessed the re-ascent of the dancers from their choral squat. with only thin nylon hose between his fingers and my quivering vulva. I thought at him. The man's dinner mate. I was sure. then we attentively followed with eager stares his progress up-stage in tow behind his young captoress. "No thank you. more established looking gentleman sitting just behind us." we heard the man mutter. My nipples sort of buzzed at the thought as I sat.
She stirred her hips slowly in figure-eight rotations against the static reluctance of her partner's form. Her eyes had him mesmerized. While sweat streamed down the poor man's neck. She placed her hands firmly on his hips (wherever they were) and began moving her own body in harmony to the song of the drums. "Here. she pressed him slowly into a squat. I was pondering. until he suddenly paled at the further liberties his new partner imposed. the jungle maiden compelled her captive to begin swinging his own posterior in a pendulum fashion. knees angled widely. "You might 81 . They met at bottom. The air felt tense as all waited for Mr Stiff to respond to his temptress. Her navel was swimming circles. when Ted's hand suddely left my genitals feeling cold and lonely. So …sexual. now bared to the light as gravity pulled the tangles of grass skirting away. his face was glowing pinker every second. inching closer and closer to his belly.Lesson in Obedience III rolled up his cuffs. then began the painful climb back up to standing." he offered. She corrected the latter though. arms hanging limp. always fixing his stare with her own eyes bound to his. With little jerks at each return stroke of her swivel. planting one of his palms upon each rump of her own tail end. She was slowly wearing away his resistance. nose to nose. she began brushing his front with her thighs. One of his hands did slip off. squeeze my leg. but she put it patiently back. He just stood trembling and sweating. He had to pry my fingers from their nervous grip on poor Old Pete. Then as the drums accelerated.
Ted. When he posed before her (like each maiden had done for her dancing-mate) with hands placed gently on her hips — 82 . This lady was now all stares for one gorgeous hunk of island manhood. low-cut and hip-hugging— except hers was bright orange and boasted a slit in the skirt all the way up to where her butt would peek out if she happened to turn too fast." But there was soon further cause for my anxiety. strapless. the male drummers-turneddancers leaped off the stage and advanced upon the audience. Heaven be blessed. The girls had dismissed their partners. they all steered clear of our table. and I clung to him like a weevil on a bull calf. they switched places with their jungle lords at the drums. "I'm not dancing.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane break my pump that way. merely a cloth of flowered print folded round the loins. They were each naked from the waist up and thighs down. I thought. She's had too much champagne." "Sorry. Without missing a beat. choosing more matronly partners. and by coincidence she was wearing a similar style of dress —sleeveless. But I already got me a jungle lord. Only one lady looked quite as young as I. Then while the maidens battered out their frustrations." I hissed. They looked overwhelmingly young and virulent and desirous in every way. She was disgustingly gigglish too —chosen only because she leapt to her feet as if to flee the hall thinking that all five Tarzans were pursuing her and only her.
her skirt didn't split as she squatted. Unconsciously.) The strapless lady started immediately bicycling her hips in awkward. but sportive answer to Tarzan's invitation. the unfortunate primitive had to pause in order to loosen her grip and tighten his belt (so to speak). (Zipper was being stubborn. when the pair met again in a full standing swing. I had begun working at the fastening of his drawers while watching this mismatched couple who had stolen my attention. He looked embarrassed for somebody. I was afraid she might do something to disarray his costume. devouring the flesh that was showing and visually coveting that which was veiled. Ted was slouched next to me with head bowed down and one hand shielding his eyes. kicked off her shoes and made a talonned lunge for his buns. like the male volunteers had suffered. Ms Brazen launched an improvisation of her own. like a stripper flexing muscles before a club of leering executives. His caress of my femininity was a bit mechanical now. her one bare leg (sheer up to her waist) was doing froglike jerks. There was no taming of her will to his. I'm sure he was wearing some sort of modern brief underneath —that is I expect he should have. While all the other lady guests took welcome 83 . but I appreciated it nonetheless. However. Her eyes were all over him as they rocked together. Sure enough. In fact. They played elevator. and the show was obviously not what he had thought he was paying for. this gal squealed. and her naked shoulders making shameful rocking motions.Lesson in Obedience III Well. nor did she observe the ritual stare at one another's brows. and thanks to the slit.
and with her free hand on his shoulder began pressing his perspiring torso down into another squat. knees held widely apart to allow Tarzan's cheek most intimate encounter with her beckoning lap. as did she —her buttocks tracing donuts in the air. (If he didn't. He kept dancing. she just held him there while her middle inched its way closer and closer to his face. When finally his head was level with her lap. the increased 84 . that I didn't observe the warning shift of the lady's strapless costume. wondering his thoughts.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane seats again. Either she was incredibly insistent or he knew from experience just to play along when a guest wished to make a fool of herself. One leg was making wild ovations again through the slit of her skirt. Suddenly. though predictably. His nose was actually pressed high up against her bared inner thigh. while insuring her partner's grip. The downward strain upon her skirt. this one held Tarzan's hand firmly against her rump. Now naked boobies bobbed about for all eyes to enjoy their own counterpoints to the beating of jungle drums. She bent her knees. Oohs and screams and hisses from other guests snapped my attention back upward to her shoulders. he would sure have one story to tell. He could have kissed her there if he desired. had proven just too much for her otherwise ample bosom to bear. balanced back on her heels and threw back her head. And her midriff was growing wider every millisecond.) But I had become so intent upon the dancer’s face. She remained upright. And just as I looked— the other breast popped free of its prison cell.
" 85 . Half a second it took for her to gasp. music gauged to relax the guests. I commanded myself. Timid applause greeted the change of mood. "My eyes were shut. Ted will tell me. she collapsed into nervous giggles upon her chair." he answered. Some other couples had already stood to enjoy the more familiar party music. Then playfully swatting his hand. Nor was it straight when she uncovered her shamed face and condescended to help Tarzan to his feet. but he looked quite innocent. "I need a restroom first. I'm not certain when. release her victim and yank up her gown again.Lesson in Obedience III ventilation must have awakened the lady's senses enough to invite a searching glance downward (she looked exactly how I'd feared that I might appear with chin to chest). If something is out of place. Except that he would keep staring at my bust! Do not look foolishly down. remember?" "Hm!" I searched his expression a long time. "Did you see that?" I asked Ted above the hum of general chatter (probably every other woman asking her own man the same). So I just fingered my name tag until he sighed and asked if I cared to get up and dance.) But her chastisement of the drummer-dancer was certainly unjustified. "I didn't see a thing. Performers were posed afresh on the stage to play upon more conventional instruments. (The chair next to her looked as if hastily vacated. as he couldn't have seen a thing beyond her lap and the floor.
86 . The waiter didn't pause though.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Are you finished with the plate. "Yes —. I quickly stood and snatched the things from the plate and shoved them as quickly into my purse. Atop my plate were my diaphragm case and jelly …floating through the air past my nose as the waiter performed his duty. My wits were about me though. Madam?" "What?" I jumped. My husband muttered something about "one more chance" as I looked his way accusingly. because something about my plate looked out of place. Why must that waiter stand right behind me that way? He was staring dutifully over my head." I began and stopped. Then I marched off toward the main double doors.
" "I see." she divulged. I also suffered some very awkward and peculiar encounters on the way." My husband was cordial. "Thank you. I had rushed back from the washroom into Ted's arms again." Ted nodded. "Yes!" she glowed. "That's my 87 . "And I do the lingerie. as if he needed a smoke or a restroom or some exercise or something (a romp maybe?). as I smiled back. Mr O answered: "Mail-order distribution. The Lady Oshman quickly went on while her husband shuffled." I coughed politely and turned to applaud the performers again. "By the way. "We're in merchandizing." Oh brother! I thought. actually. This woman's escort looked bored and nervous while she looked me over. The couple was still there when the next musical number started. that way. "Our name is Oshman." resumed the woman. "I buy our lingerie. "Low overhead.A Lesson in Obedience IV "I simply adore your dress. greeting both Mr and Mrs. "We flew in by private jet from Bakersfield. Barely an hour's drive by car." Ted interpreted. Dear!" A society type woman interrupted our dancing. "You own a store in Bakersfield." Mr O shrugged and looked away." she clarified. as always. just to escape these sorts of sociables. But Mrs was delighted by our interest." "You do the lingerie?" I puzzled.
" "Yes. maybe something from France or Europe (though I think Europe is in France) …" (she paused to think). "How fun —I was just wondering what brand of brassiere you are wearing." "Let's go sit down. the woman just rambled on.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane department." (She had lowered her voice to a conspiratorial feminine hiss)." "Just people. "And I was just telling Stewart here: If only I could find a design. "You never did tell me what kind of party this is." I said. Then she burst into giggles. very." she poked my bare arm. drawing something). I could swear he swallowed a smirk as we resumed dancing. Ted was looking the other way. meaning sheer. And when I didn't reveal any more secrets." "Done dancing already?" He paused." Ted pointed at me and grinned. She is a very slow reader. that's when I saw you— What did you say your name was? Do you live in this area?" The woman stooped slightly to peer at my name tag. "Are the people just weird here?" I said to him. Jan. I was really getting nervous of people's attention to my bust. " …and strapless. while his wife stared dumbly at him for a moment until her light came on. I was thinking until suddenly she grabbed Mr O's arm and ushered him off without so much as a nice-talking-to-you or have-anice-evening. "It's so sheer and …" (an esoteric movement of her hands in the air." "Uh. hers too. Mr Oshman gave a patronizing chuckle. "Your husband's a comedian. "Well. 88 .
" "Excuse me. your tag looked different. or maybe a mink fur coat to cover my nakedness. but—. Sir. You look great in it. what did he mean. I was about to remark on his health when Ted embraced me for a cheek-to-cheek slow step. Besides." He raised an apologetic hand." But he shook his head and refocused his gaze past a pointing finger aimed right at my left boob. "I'm sorry. "It's too warm for a coat. "Looks the same as yours." I looked at his tag. I didn't think the music was suited for that." "Janice!" Ted looked earnestly at me." he corrected himself. Ma'm. "Ted— You're squeezing me. there's nothing wrong with the dress. "I'm wondering when your presentation will be over." We were interrupted again —a smartly dressed young executive type. I've got an appointment to keep. "Ted. He reminded me of the rabbit in Alice. Suddenly the poor man gasped. I backed up involuntarily. I thought you worked here.Lesson in Obedience IV "Maybe I will just hide under the table until you can bring me another dress. stuttered something and disappeared into the crowd of couples dancing. is my tag upside down or something?" 89 . that man?" "Hmm?" "And what are you doing?" "Protecting you —protecting us." I shoved him away. "Oh." "My presentation?" I turned to him. "There! Now.
how could you DO such a thing? To your own wife?" "I love you." Ted still kept dancing. "I hope you enjoy it— TED." I kept insisting. not moving his hands from my shoulders. Ted had pinned a picture in its place. that kept me thinking as clearly as I did in such a crisis. and I barely managed to grab Ted's sleeve. "We may be dancing like this until the party goes home. "Our bodies will hide your indiscretion. "Ted. It was a sort of shock. Yes. Janice. What crisis? I was not wearing a name tag at all. right out in public. and I discerned a slight jiggle to his torso. "Why can't you just work your hands up between us here and unpin this …this thing? Then we'll talk about it." I remarked icily. Buster." he growled in my ear. "You aren't finished dancing yet. They were sweaty. my tag was quite as readable upside down as frontward." Ted just kept on dancing.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Ted turned to cover his eyes while I fingered my collar and did the unpardonable —chin stuck to chest." I wasn't really angry as I clung to him. I'm sure. "Ted!" I could feel my temper slipping (along with my better judgment). preventing his escape. "Well—. This time it was me insisting that we embrace. "If you don't stop laughing and remove the evidence…" 90 . two very naked breasts in a heart shaped border and gilded frame." I was suddenly disoriented emotionally.
or I'm going to bare my boobies. The music stopped. "I mean it. planted my feet and grabbed a fold of my skirt in each hand. If only you had seen that waiter's face." "I'm sure it's been whispered all round by now." he begged." I stopped our shuffle." "Think of the fun. as another couple turned puzzled looks our way. and you'll never see these people again. I'd love the show. Ted went white at that and gently enfolded my rigid shoulders again in his arms." he cajoled. People were clapping. at my expense…" "C'mon. "One yank and they're out!" He was thinking about it. Jan!" 91 ." "And enjoying every moment.Lesson in Obedience IV I shoved him apart again to glare at his distorted grin. Jan. Ted!" (I can't believe what I was thinking. everyone's bound to stare —so I may as well make it worth their while. If I make a move. "Two!" Ted raised a warning palm: "That's not fair.” And he buried his face in my shoulder —to control his hysterics. just like Ms Hula — Remember her?" I must have said something too loud.) "I will DO it. "I will pull down my dress and expose myself right here in front of everybody." "Jan—. you can unpin it yourself. Jan. "And— Oh." "You have until I count to three. "You're getting irrational. "It won't be so long. Jan. but what if an acquaintance turns up among all these strangers?" "Funny you should think of that now!" "I've been watching —and guarding you.
YANKED IT DOWN.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane I ducked out from his embrace to face my husband from a distance. as slide shows go. Ted was beckoning me to follow.. I'm sure some had paused to watch our stand-off. from somewhere near the floor it seemed: "Fix your dress and relax. I thought it was scenes of Hawaii.. Recorded music filled the air —a drum roll. I waited. So I settled down and remedied the drafty feeling about my bosom. This was good-bye to my dignity.." he ordered." I wasn't heeding instructions." I said in a tiny voice. then full orchestra. couldn't feel my husband anywhere near. I guess. This is it. Where are the screams of shocked surprise? Abruptly. lost my balance and stumbled in tow with eyes blinking. I felt my arm hooked. I could feel the air on my steamy breasts. A loud speaker: "Please return to your tables. Ted's voice again: "The lights went out. nipples aching with embarrassed arousal. until the narrator 92 . Once seated. I heard Ted's voice in the darkness." It was well done. My eyes were still closed. I held my breath. Goose pimples erupted at mere thought of what I had done. and with eyes shut tight. Several guests were moving past. I couldn't see a thing. I could hear conversation." "Three. chairs scraping and footsteps. staring defeatedly at Ted. "What happened?" I moaned.
an obscure cluster of islands in the South Pacific. is that you?" I hissed.Lesson in Obedience IV corrected me —some name I couldn't pronounce. "Ooh— Scratch me. Ted . I didn't think anybody would notice with my back turned to the crowd (and hardly did I care now). While my eyes beheld pictures of black sandy beaches. I sucked air through my teeth at the pain and the tingle. I was sitting alone at our table. The slides showed examples of the sort of estates 93 . then a second hand petting my nylonned legs up and down." I ordered. and my legs beckoned under the cloth. His chair was empty. my lower half was swimming waves of tender titillation. and I began to hunger for a genital feast. blue lagoons and fern jungles. "Ted. for I feared my latest display of temper had really chased him into hiding: Probably gone to bathroom. The itch was building between my legs. but I was feeling too worried to enjoy it. . Once my eyes grew accustomed to dim glare from the projection screen. Sinking down again into my chair. The music was nice anyway. . The touch became a caress. I didn’t see Ted anywhere. "Oh. the fingers and palm of a hand. Something warm and soft touched my leg! I stiffened in my chair. I began to hope that the slide show would be long and boring. The other hand slipped down the cleft of my breasts to tease the nipples barely hidden by my dress. where are you?" I whispered. My answer was a mischievous nip just behind one knee. It better be you. when I put one hand under the cloth to pull up my skirt.
blessing Ted's splurge on my new crotchless panties." But my protest was cut short by a sudden rush of liquid fire over and through my physique. and it felt such a welcome relief to pull one of my own breasts out into the darkness to play with freely. I licked my fingers to use for kneading my hardened tit. Ted was pulling at my nylons with his teeth. but my only thought was thanksgiving. I breathed deeply and increased the pressure on my sticky sex. The air was beginning to feel like a jungle. "Not so loud. young and old. Missionary films I've seen were not near so generous about displaying the tanned bosoms of local ladies. But his rudeness didn't 94 . He was sucking my clitoris now. The voice of the narrator droned on." I muttered. but within means of any middle income family on the islands. Wide grins in handsome copper faces. but these were all young or motherly. dark shiny and colorful print skirts plastered to their shapely hips— They were all naked from the waist up …even the women. A ripping sound rent the air. Ted began licking exposed skin under my skirt.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane being established by American investors: "tropical paradises" the narrator called them —would-be palaces in a city like ours. when they began showing scenes of the friendly natives at work and at play. you're gonna—. I was wondering how I might slip off my pantyhose without looking suspicious. "What are you doing?" Another rip and the kiss of cooler air along my inner thighs— "Ted. I think. "Ted!" I warned.
" "So that's how you could afford my birthday dress. "They went to a lot of trouble and expense. your. "…YOUR TIT IS OUT. When he glanced over at me." I promised. "But I forgot to bring pajamas." I tried to make conversation. but that didn't dampen my enjoyment of Ted's fervent stare across the table. I and my lover played me into sizzles of satisfaction. Dessert was scrumptious. as we began gathering ourselves for departure. His (now naked) toes were silently playing a recapitulation of an earlier theme under our table again. I used that hand to lend pressure behind Ted's mouth and jaw while my expert hand strummed throbbing genitalia." "We have a hotel bed to share. boring me to tears. I'm sure my face was still flushed with exertion when the lights flashed on. Then. uh …" (I was looking back at him alarmedly. they want to sell us a tropical paradise." 95 . Like an instrument of sensuality. his grin suddenly swallowed itself in alarm: "Jan. and the hotel.Lesson in Obedience IV cause me to hesitate. "So." he finally shouted in my ear. Abandoning my naked breast. "You mean they paid for the dinner?" "—and the entertainment ." Comprehension dawned. Ted growled at me: "I want to drill my wife's beautiful fanny. not hearing through the noise). applauding with the rest. Ted was seated by my side again. The waiter was no less distant..." But Ted looked as if he now resented the dress.
" Ted just grunted again —his mind was elsewhere. "Ted!" he greeted.. 96 . His junior pack buddies stood disbelievingly as he gaped at our backs. My skin is strangling. But I could feel the stares of our frustrated assailants nipping harmlessly at our heels. waiting nervously for their share." Ted moaned as we walked.." I smiled back. Another couple was already cornered and suffering the worry and indignity of practiced lunges at their better judgment. The senior salesman was flanked by several others. We were some of the first to leave by that door. "Oh no. But the poor guy's face blanched before he found it." The salesman continued searching my tag for a last name. allowing us to pass unchallenged. I just couldn't resist a remark while still within their hearing: "I've got to get out of this dress. The night air was nice. "We're about to get attacked by a pack of real estate wolves." But we were saved unexpectedly by use of an ancient though powerful weapon.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Ted grunted back. "How about a walk?" We were outside. "And …" "Janet." "I guess nothing is really free. "Ted and Janet . Our man grinned with expert showmanship and read my husband's name tag. then he turned peach-blossom pink.
my underwear feels rather inadequate now too. so my feet never left the parking lot while my hands searched the whole floor area. "It might fit— Ted. but I will have to work on your buns." I turned in a mock huff. Ted opened the door and pulled down the seat for me. Everybody else was either already romping in bed or busy battling real estate salespeople." "I didn't see it until I had to fish one of your birthday packages from the floor. what do you think you're doing 97 . Ted. a walk always improves my appetite. The car wasn't far and we were quite alone on the lot. It was a small car." I said." My pantyhose hung in ribbons under my skirt.” "Let's go get it." I turned on him suddenly: "Now you remember a sweater under the car seat.Lesson in Obedience IV "A walk?" I objected." "Well. Ted was breathing noisily behind me: "It's under the driver's seat. "Turn on the dome light please. it’s your daughter's sweater." "Will it fit?" I felt my tail end bumped and warmly embraced. "Buns are cold?" Ted looked fully present and accounted for now." I stretched— "There! Oh. "I thought you wanted …you know." "My shoulders are a bit chilly. "I remember seeing a sweater under the car seat. I bent over from the waist to dive head first into the darkness of the back seat.
I was pressed back into the car and the click of the front seat pulled to upright locked my head and both arms awkwardly in place.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane out there?" His hands were hiking up my skirt and boldly pawing at the skin under my pantyhose. But I was too nervous to give in to reverie. but my hind quarters were blocked by Ted's lap and the probe of his organ. I struggled again to get free. Both his hands were braced on my hips like an old man leaning on his walker. we can't —not right out in a public parking lot. He began by stooping to lick my already damp labia until it was dripping down my leg. "Ted. Dear. "Don't fight me. Next. My brain was getting fuzzy with the blood pressure building from my position. and …Oh. the breeze chilling my exposed vulva. it does feel good. He sounded barely restrained. Ted?" I called up. 98 . My ass was at his mercy. My tail swayed with the motion of his rotation in and out and around. I could hear him priming the pump and soon felt the length of him coursing wetness of my female crevice on up the crack of my buttocks. I paused. wondering just how ready he really was." Ted croaked. He was thoroughly aroused and ready. head hanging downward. His only answer was an animal grunt and hiss as Pete battered through the gates of my vagina." He pulled my skirt all the way up over my back." "I'll protect you. "Are you watching. I braced my feet to back out into him.
while thrusting deeper and faster. You didn't obey." He had me in a bear hug round my hips and was hammering a revived rhythm against my rump. sighing: "I warned you. "What are you going to do? I don't want to get pregnant. My head and back were really beginning to ache. I felt probing fingers against my anus again.Lesson in Obedience IV Ted slowed his rhythm: "My pump is about to burst.. Jan. Involuntarily. "Relax. I hear voices. Girl. Ted!" When suddenly a frightening realization made me shout: "NO! Ted." Ted breathed.. that . A sound caught my ear— "Are people coming? Ted." Ted stopped." Ted stood up. like the eye of a hurricane. Then he stooped onto hands and knees again." He was licking me up and down my crack again. but my tail remained exposed. I didn’t put my diaphragm in. I shuddered and shifted weight on my feet. of course). a burning pressure at first. then merely breathtaking. And I felt it too." He continued to lick and began working a finger up my anus." "Hurry. It was a bizarre feeling like what impalement might be like (without the blood and horror. It was barely even uncomfortable … so long 99 . silent and still. then: "Oh! Ted. I was too surprised to croak a further protest. but— He's got Pete up my backside. Ted.
exhaled." "Oh. Those are definitely voices I hear. then giggled himself." It was another male voice. it's you. getting close. "Greetings!" I heard Ted call out. I wondered how much they could see through the windows." said the woman. "Was all that really worth my trouble.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane as I did what I was told —relaxed my sphincter. 100 . I'm sure. "Escape the wolves?" How could he be so cool? (Female giggles)— I remember that voice! "Um . Ted held me tightly.. Never a goodbye out of that pair. (I winced as he gave my bare bun an illustrative smack with his palm—) "My wife!" Mrs O jumped at the sound. Then the voices were on top of us— that is. still occupying my capacity with his. I could hear it in their steps. beyond embarrassment. Ted?" I was past anger. "Hah—" Ted inhaled. "The young man with the …the wife?" "That's right. He is my husband after all.. caught his breath and blew out a long. luxurious "Oh" of resolve. His penis was pulsing final ejaculations. "Good evening. trotting quickly away. "Jan is looking for her sweater. they were on the other side of the car." Ted answered. And my bowels are bound to work better now. Ted rubbed the stiffness from my lower back as we walked back down the parkway." Ted hesitated.
Ted's eyes twinkled in the light of a passing car." More regular too. My organ was itchy." he insisted. Still got all night for a proper revenge. "I promise to be more obedient —more prepared— from now on. I said to myself. 101 .Lesson in Obedience IV "Really worth it. I was twinkling inside. Sweet revenge.
I suppose I really had nothing to fear. or perhaps a command. period. golf course. And I said so." It was a statement. And truly. Birthday Girl. restaurants. "You mean I can be the boss now?" "It's all yours. Everything had worked out better than perfect the night before. so I really didn't expect to see anybody we knew. shopping mall.) I took an extra day off from the job so I could enjoy a relaxing weekend with my agreeable wife …after the mandatory sales presentation. That fear certainly added spice to the experience." "Then you will do what I say. so I thought I would let her call the shots. I must say. "Really?" Jan challenged from behind me while I bent over the sink to shave the last stubble from a cheek bone." I hardly realized what I was saying. I had no future plans to embarrass my beloved. After a quiet breakfast (Jan was retreated into deep thought: scheming) she donned her birthday wardrobe and took me on a quick browse of the mall adjoining 103 . But as Janice said it: You never know who you might see (or who might see you). theater― among which to find new amusement. "I'll be your slave for the day.Revenge We were over an hour's drive from our home town. We had the whole resort to explore ―pools. It was Jan's birthday. (Old Pete awakened thoroughly worked out. I had no plans.
" Nobody was in the lockers yet. "How about a spin of Lady Luck for a birthday treat?" But Jan wasn't to be distracted from her secret plan: "Lady Luck has other ideas. I found myself in tow to the Men's rooms. "Are there lockers. I did promise her she could shop for more clothes to complement her single green (low-cut and slitted-skirt) party dress. that is. so I didn't complain when Jan led our way straight into the men's room. and the Women's on this side. Well. Then she grabbed a pair of flip-flops for each of us to boot. We passed a stand of slot machines in the lobby― "Look!" I pointed.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane our hotel lobby. She bought one set for her and a matching set for me― hardly what I would choose to accent her womanly figure. The only answer she spared me was half a smile and a faraway look. We entered a sportswear shop where I was soon attracted by the women's swimwear. Then Janice simply took over. It didn't take Jan long to find what she was looking for: a set of jogging sweats. 104 . The Men's was across the pool deck. and changing rooms?" Jan asked the clerk. But … "Why do I need new sweats?" I whispered when she demanded my VISA and handed it to the clerk. though I sort of lingered at the door. My wife would certainly look much nicer than one of those manikins ―out on the pool deck. that was okay. just in case of company.
" "Now. everybody else is still romping in bed― Here. 105 . I'm right." she pondered." "Yup. then she was on tip-toe peering distractedly over the door of the booth at my waistline." She packed away my stuff.Revenge "You change in there. only here it was me instead of Jan on exhibition. Dear. "What if some other man comes in?" "Oh. Jan. having already stuffed her own shoes into the open locker. "But I bet you didn't think to bring along an extra pair― Yeah." she pointed to a booth." I grunted while pulling off my slacks. you're the boss." "That's not all you're doing. "Hadn't you better go over to the Women's area?" But she had already shut the door of the booth." "Do you have something against wearing underwear under my new sweat pants?" "Perhaps." "Okay. Throw your things out here. The scene somehow reminded me of another such adventure involving another booth. I'll take your shorts too." It took her just a second to find an unused locker." I protested. "while I get our locker ready. did she? So don't you think it might be wise to conserve. "I'm waiting. When I emerged from the booth― "Excuse me. Your wifey didn't pack for you this time. You don't really need them.
" "And what about you?" "You didn't buy me any underwear." Secretly I thought that even some shorts and a tank top would show off her better features." 106 . Dear. All the stranger saw was my own sudden movement. Mr Stranger hardly paused on his way to a vacant dressing booth. "Stop― Let me look at you." I stopped for my wife's inspection. He did screw up his face though. "Good morning. and you didn't even look when you had the chance. Silly. "See? You can't even tell that Pete ain't protected by undershorts. "And look― pockets! I've always wanted pockets in a sweat suit. But one can't really tell a dress from a bright colored shirt when it is crumpled up like that ― so I hoped.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Then the stranger came in." "Shshshhh!" "Don't I look ravishing?" Jan exited and pirouetted in baggy sweats and tennies." At least he had waited until Jan disappeared. "I'm all done. shut and locked the door. I jumped and snatched it up to carry to the locker …hidden under my shirt." I quickly ushered my lady on out to the patio. when The Dress was pushed by a slender foot (polished toenails glistening) from under the dressing booth door. remember. "Fine …Let's go. Tattered pantyhose drifted down to the floor.
But Janice was busy looking for something else. even through the fabric of her shirt. but I just stared instead …until Janice began staring back at my own naked midriff with a none-too-chastely leer. There was a grassy spot to one side of the pool patio. "Oh― rub me there. The duty was a welcome change. She led me through a battery of stretching and limbering exercises (right under the windows of other hotel guests). I enjoyed the feel of Jan's slender arms and back under my hands. But I kept it up as innocently as I could manage. "Jan!" "Rub me. Lover. just suited to her idea. just barely concealing her unbridled breasts.Revenge "Yet …" I muttered back. Suddenly she sat up and kissed my sweating navel. Nobody could object to a man massaging his own wife's tense shoulders even in public (so long as she kept her shirt on)." She began kneading her own neck and shoulders. "Mmmm …Do it some more. She certainly seemed to be enjoying the attention and the morning sunshine." Jan's voice was a bit too elevated. "Does it hurt there?" 107 . I felt a fatherly compulsion to reach over and remedy her exposed belly." "What?" "Here. One contortion had her shirt hiked all the way up." That's when I noticed the open window to our left and some movement in the room behind it.
I'll rub here …You know: Lady Luck. that's all right. "You know.. though she didn't seem to notice." "Oh?" I answered suspiciously.." "Jan! Not out here. you keep rubbing me there. though Pete suddenly seemed alert for the first time that morning― Just what one needs while in sweats without jockey shorts.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Mm-hmm― But I like it when you hurt me." "Oh― but I have pockets! Remember? And I think there is even a hole in one on them― Yes!" "Damaged goods? You can take the sweats back. Old Man. for goodness ." Janice started conversationally." I whispered. Jan reclined against my kneeling thighs and let her head rest back on my wrists." "Oh. Teddy. "I always wondered what it might be like to rub myself while you rub my back." She moaned and squirmed. eyes closed. Her face. began to glow and 108 . I was squirming inside. I'm not sure what to do with you. nor could I find suitable words to respond." Lady Luck? Jan pushed one hand down under the elastic waist band of her pants― "And while her Ladyship sweats and simmers." I didn't stop my attention to her back. "Mmmmm― I like it." "You know. Soon I was in a different kind of sweat. "I'm not sure what you mean." "Lower your voice a bit. Ted. She took it for my agreement to the experiment.
" I jumped up and glanced down at her prostrate form looking sated upon the grass. I thought. Strange how the flushed strain of sexual climax appears so much like the look she gets during childbirth. Her veiled form twisted almost imperceptibly and her voice rose distantly: "Oh …Tell me again. "Tell me …you love me …Ted. so nobody could tell what the right hand or the left hand was really doing." "So am I. But Jan wasn't really listening. as she licked them repeatedly.Aahhh! Oh. yes." I glanced nervously about. Her moans softened (to my relief). Janice had a perfect view of my clothed crotch from below. Tell me―. I couldn't resist planting a tender kiss on that sweaty forehead. Except me― I knew. Her breathing was too loud and mesmerizing. and she was enjoying that advantage. Her body lay limp against me. "That felt wonnnnn-der-ful. not daring a direct look at the left-hand window. until beads of sweat began to form on her brow and her body stiffened like a board.Revenge a pleased smile grew from ear to ear." Jan was breathing loudly. Her movement was minimal also. Her lips must have been very dry. She had both hands hidden deep in their pockets. but―" I dared not finish the sentence. 109 . "I do love you Janice. "I think I'm ready now for my birthday celebration. YES!" Janice was panting quickly now. I thought I could hear discreet little smackings escape past the green stretch cotton weave.
" "Yes?" My voice remained calm and guardedly quiet. what all this (ahem) activity was about just outside their hotel window. my Love." Then I did glance up at that window. "What I mean―" (How could I explain?) "I was keeping watch for you." And Janice suddenly leapt up to smother my gaping mouth with her own." "Why don't you jog beside me?" 110 . "And somebody were to come out to see―" "See what? "To see. while I follow. .Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "I was imagining that we were …exercising naked on a beach.. "What were you imagining. . Jan's foot had snuck up my pant leg. "It's time for your next assignment." I mumbled. "Ouch!" That was me― Jan had responded by hooking my own strapless jock. Lover. Nor could I resist a discreet squeeze of one defenseless bun." Her voice assumed an ominous husky tone.. Ted?" "You don't want to know. perhaps." Should I tell her? "I was wondering what might happen if that door over there were to open . I have enough imagination for both of us today. Her nipples felt like naughty fingers probing through her shirt. "You go jogging round the golf course." "Well. "What!" "Well ." I was still staring up at that window when I felt a tickling motion just under my scrotum.
I'm not sure what got into me.Revenge "I don't jog. but an embarrassed grin hijacked my normally sober countenance. When I was sure nobody else was in sight …I let her have it― Right out under the sun: she got a mooning of my tail end she will never forget. my beloved let me have it: "That's a luscious hunk of man-flesh you're joggin' there!" The other couple turned their heads her way ―just to assure themselves it was ME. just parallel to where I was running along the sidewalk. Then she let out a shrill whistle ―Who knew Jan could whistle like that! When we came within earshot of another woman and her mate walking toward me. not the other man whom this crazy lady complimented so publically. "Hey there. "Mind if I follow you home?" That's when I recognized the other couple. the very moment they passed. specializing in women's lingerie. 111 . something snapped inside (perhaps the final strands of my conscience). Silly!" "What do you mean?" "I watch your progress in comfort …from the car. but when those two passed looking so self-assured and prudish. trailing me along the road. I could sense more than hear my own oversexed wife dogging my heels in her sedan. But they seemed to be ignoring me: that same pair we met at the dinner presentation the night before. Then Janice whistled again." I tried to ignore it. Dream Boy!" This time I waved casually.
unretained between my sweating thighs. Her back and head had slipped down below the level of the dash." (Jan was really over-doing it with that horn.) "Come on now― Show me your sunny side!" But I felt it was enough indiscretion to be had out of this school boy for one day. Somehow. Nobody was going to stop and rudely peer in from the street side. and framed my worried face in the window. Pull your pants up!" She just licked a pair of fingers and began kneading the nakedness between her outstretched legs. But where is Jan? She didn't seem to be in the car.. I slowed my approach and took the opportunity to rest my back against a signpost just opposite the passenger door. "Jan!" I gasped. "This is a busy street. so really nobody was likely to notice her any more than I might have seen her without kneeling right by the car door. Lover . Was that her in the car? I spotted movement down low behind the glare of window glass. He was wondering where the object of his excitement had gone. Though 112 . The car had stopped just beyond those trees. The car became obscured where some trees lined the road. We were nearing the corner of a busier street.. Jan revved up her engine and sped on ahead to turn the bend ahead of me. Pete felt thick and substantial. meanwhile I was guarding the view (again) from my own side. There she was! ―not gone after all.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "All right! (HONK ― HONK) Do it again. I was feeling a bit lonely and disappointed by this abandonment as I rounded the corner on foot.
Okay. so calling to Jan inside the car." Jan's occupation was getting heated and too distracting for me to think clearly just then. but the car door was locked and the window rolled up ―except for a slight crack for sound sake. She is awfully wet and …ready. She had pulled her shirt up to a bundle perched just above a pair of shamelessly blushing nipples.. 113 . Janice.Revenge the street was busy with vehicle traffic. I stood straight up to rest my elbows suddenly upon the roof of our car. Nobody." I commented more calmly now. I added.. The shocks of the car were squeaking with every bouncy squirm of her torso. I sighed― What a waste! If only we were in our private room right now. A cop pulled up parallel to our car on the street side." Her only answer was a couple of moans and smacking of genital lips. would be the wiser if I did fish a hand down past my own waistband. inspecting the dull reflection of clouds in the sky. When the officer reached over to roll down his window. despite the noise of traffic. I could hear every swish and smack and guttural sigh. I couldn't see a single pedestrian this side of the boulevard." I had a sudden brain storm for an alibi. I would . Petie Boy― enjoy the view while you … oops!! We had company. I opened conversation good-naturedly: "Good morning." "Know where I can find a Crispy Creme?" "Well …Let's see. however. "Really. I wanted to reach in and pinch something. "You are growing bold in your prime.
so I bravely endured― 114 .) "I think I saw one down the next block." She paused to comment: "Suck― I'm sucking. just to establish a sense of ownership and I-belong-here appearance to things. please." The window against my belly slid downward and the kerchief was deposited in my waiting (sweaty) palm. Jan reached through the open window." I warned. "Now you are really pushing our luck. uh …Donut shop. huh?" "Yeah. remember?" Nobody was in sight. be a good wife and hand me the handkerchief from the glove compartment. not impatiently." But no sooner had he driven off. Luck is the Lady." "Quiet today. hot mouth. thought I'd grab some breakfast before the next weirdo requires my services. I'll hollar. My new sweat pants were the expensive kind with its own fly ―no zipper of course." "Jan. I mean. And his name is Pete. deftly threaded fingers inside and nabbed my loose life savings― spilled them right out where she could get both hands into the act … complements of a hot. Then I began innocently polishing some duller places in the car's top surface. Pete was traitorously enjoying the attention." "Yeah ― those weirdoes can be demanding. If the bank gets robbed. than my weirdo wife took advantage of the situation.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Honey. "Mmmmmmm (slurp)." (This one was feeling ill at ease." "You do that― Thanks. that was an awfully close call. not the weirdo. "I'm new to the neighborhood.
with far more fervor. "She would like to hear what a great time I'm having for my birthday. I think I'll go call my mother. The sun was glaring blindingly …so I thought. even had they thought to lob a parting glance backward through the windshield. I couldn't really move from my posture without looking more suspicious. They couldn't see anything. I lifted that hand." I discovered Pete nodding nakedly his hearty agreement to Jan's sudden retreat and announcement. and its over the next hill … "Ooooh! NO―" "Well. It was all I could do to keep my tail end stock still as waves of urgency awakened. still wet with lubrication to wave by our friendly party couple. So did Jan. the sacrifices of husbandhood. Though I did lend my left hand finally to cradle my wife's dribbling jaw. I continued polishing …one hand above and the other below. but who could care now? The appetite of my loins had already gone to my head ―no more room for prudish timidity. just to ponder the eternal meaning of my next contribution to the furtherance of Janice's folly― Please. like a wellmachined piston inside its oiled casing." "But Janice. Lover. It's always such a turnon to feel her lips embracing my shaft. I buffed my car and grinned. They had turned and finally caught us up. just a few more revolutions. My own chin sunk onto the arm atop the car. I was almost―" 115 .Revenge Oh.
" Janice locked the car doors and climbed out onto the sidewalk. 116 . while the caller chattered safely in possession of the phone and the private booth. if you want to stuff my friend back into his hideaway …for future reference . seductively shuffling a deck of cards." "Didn't know your little home-body was such a gambler." She stuck her head out the window: "There's a bus station. I'm not finished with you yet. I'll put my pants on. this little nestegg of ours . Jan towed me straight past that temptress to stand at an occupied phone booth. just investing in the future. This Slave Day present was a wonderful idea. Dear. My mature mate squirmed and danced impatiently like a bladder-infected four-year-old.. I promise" "It doesn't really work that way you know. They have phones. and then just file it away. fully dressed in exterior. There was an attractive woman seated at table. But you see." "I've never seen you like this. with loads of interest for your Lady Luck.. it was the only one on that wall without a line of waiting public... By the time we're through with Petie. while obeying orders no less." I protested." (She grasped my aching jack-handle through the fabric) "He'll be spilling a jackpot all over the floor.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "I know. huh?" The first thing we saw inside the bus station was another row of slot machines. I knew better what did not lie underneath. Dear. "You can't rouse that kind of― NEED. She offered explanation while conducting me down the sidewalk: "I'm not filing it away.
" "Must be important. at least. I should just walk outside and wait safely for somebody else to sound the alarm. right there in public splendor. but the public standing in line behind me could certainly hear. but it looked suspicious when I began to see more of her tongue licking reddened lips than uttering speech. I turned back to stare worriedly down upon my oblivious wife. A line had already formed behind me― Bus must have unloaded. I wasn't about to do that― not on her birthday. But no. The window was high up. "She's taking too long. Yes. Her face was flushing and edges of the window into her booth were getting rather fogged.Revenge When the stranger hung up. "Just stand out here on guard for a few minutes …patiently. I supposed it was her mother she was talking to. where I could barely see her knees were I to press right up and look down. "I mean ." was the patient answer. with only my bodily bull-doggedness to stand guard against her arrest." And she left me a sloppy kiss on the mouth before shutting the door between us (yet another booth). my Slave Love." I stuttered. gathered her things and slipped out: "Finally!" Jan breathed and pushed through the door. So I set my shoulder to the door and got up on my toes where I could peep right down to her toes. "Jan! You Dolt― You're going to get us in trouble. she was no doubt fulfilling one of her fantasies.. 117 .." She couldn't hear me through the glass. turning to the matronly woman at my back.
sticking to the sweaty skin of her bare buns. I could imagine what the plastic of her stool must be feeling like. The only spot of light from overhead fell dead center upon the sloppy wedge of matted pubic hair. (I guess the pockets weren't deep enough after all. so that both hands could play together. while leaning back against the back wall and stretching both legs to the limit of their confines. But then. strands of mucus being woven up and down by her stiffened fingers. even considering the noisy bus terminal environment.) The phone was sandwiched between shoulder and chin. I could almost wish to be listening by phone from another booth to the utterances spilling unheeded into that lonely phone set. One hand was wedged down between the cheeks of her ass bulging shamelessly from behind polished thighs.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Meanwhile. I'm gonna have to get down on this sassy lady …can't stand much more of the suspense― I jumped to attention again as the phone booth door was kicked open from the inside. Jan had dropped the phone and caught it deftly between her knees. the view couldn’t be called unpleasant. of course. I couldn't see …or rather. Poor Ol' Pete. watch for her. I had to slip my own tingling hand into a pocket just to arrange room for his expanding discomfort (for discretion's sake. fingers pushed back into the crevice 118 . of course). I overcame a vague fear that his dribbles would be noticed sweating through the fabric of my pants. That's right― her celebrated cotton sweat pants were pushed all the way down to ankles.
But I knew that I must have her alone somewhere soon― “…for Pete's sake!” 119 ." “Empty. then: "Oh.Revenge while thumb spiraled in and out of the gabbing mouth of her sex ―the only mouth within talking distance of the phone.. the explosive success. gave a jiggle of inward delight. she was holding it in for just a tad. She pressed upon it the full extent of its capacity. Ted! I need you― AH!! So good.” I finished it for her. so good …but so ..
Revenge II The loud speaker announced the impending bus departure. BEACH PARKS . "Let's go to the beach. "Shove your hand down the back of my pants. so we had a measure of privacy ―unless someone happened to look backward. "The car is down the block. DEPARTING FIVE MINUTES . let's take the bus.." "Sure. I mean.. Even then they would have to be standing right above us to discover any cause for suspicion.." It sounded like a harmless enough birthday request." she ordered. BEACH PARK My wife swirled about to head me off at the door." I answered reasonably. All the passengers weren't even settled yet in their seats." "No! . Jan squatted up for a moment upon her feet to allow room for my hand to fish its way down the crack of her rear. even if insatiable.. Perhaps it was a demand. The seat was shorter there to accommodate the commode closet. Jan could be very discreet.. 121 ." "Oh―.. She ushered me quickly to the back of the bus. One white-haired lady was shuffling toward us with the help of a cane and a bulky bag to counterbalance her progress. hissing in my ear when the bus started moving.
aimed directly at me. I held my thighs tightly together to insure Pete's modesty beneath loose pants. "It's not often you find a young couple interested in conversation with an Old Bitty like me." the woman confided..Further. "I don't understand what possessed 122 . You stay and keep that boyfriend of yours out of trouble. Good thing our new Old Lady friend had only a port hole view between seats...meaning my hand.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane The old woman thought Jan had stood for her benefit: "No." Jan responded ." "DOWN . Dearie!" She pointed to an empty chair across the aisle. how 'bout some friendly intercourse." And the woman got up to travel back to the seat directly in front of us." Janice sat down. I wonder if I could persuade Jan to join me in the John? "My daughter is pregnant with her fifth. Pubic hair was scratching my thumb.. They usually have eyes and ears only for each other these days.. I don't mind if I do. no. "Oh! Well. Surely she can't see anything but our faces.more like a pony than a bus ride. "I'll be just fine right here. Jan's hips were rocking forward and back atop my bridled hand . "You mean conversation …" I mumbled back ―for Jan's benefit― though she was acting rather preoccupied. "Well.. It was getting a bit sticky between my legs as well. my upper hand and wrist were getting slick with the rest of her. on my hand. shall we? Any topic you prefer to engage?" She had bright darting giggly blue eyes.
. don't you?" Old Lady winked conspiratorially." she seemed to complete my thought.. Jan's eyes were rudely shut. well ―she’s certainly expecting something― at any moment. I managed to extricate my hand and arm from under her sated seat. I presume you've had some already?" "Oh yes …" Jan moaned and nodded and snuggled closer into my side: "Hundreds. how many do you plan to have?" Jan yawned and shifted her weight to the other buttock: "Thousands―" she murmured. (I was feeling about as rude as Jan looked. the elder woman shifted to get a better look: "How sweet― though it looks to be some months yet before the next one. do you?" I had no comment other than raising my eyebrows.) "Is your wife expecting?" "My wife?" "Yes. "Well." "Uh.” "Oh! How wonderful―" Just as Janice stiffened and exhaled and collapsed against me. What a sticky . Is Janice even listening? "Excuse me. Dearie? Then. young man. You know why. I guess I do know why. she seems to have that glow of new motherhood about her.Revenge II her to have so many. 123 .
it is time to earn your keep." "And what's my reward if I don't ." Jan ordered. now make it longer. Down!" For a promise of 'good behavior' I allowed her to pose me prostrate on my back along the bottom of the 124 ." Janice got a familiar gleam in her eye then." The beach itself was almost deserted. She glanced around. My heart was beating too hard to let me comment. Buster. I got us a bag of friedchicken and coleslaw for lunch.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Okay Slave. "Start digging. I had no idea what to expect. Ted. Maybe she wants to bake clams for dinner. a visor and a likely looking romance to read. "Quick. Jan was late noticing the lifeguard jeep as it appeared from round the point down the beach. "Don't I get something to read?" "I will read it to you― Besides you're gonna be too busy." She stood back to appraise my hand work." We exited our bus at the beach shopping park. "That's it. Poor Pete was not happy when I quickly helped her pull the sweat pants back up. but I wasn’t about to argue. Just a few sun bathers staked at odd intervals. turned suddenly and bent a bared ass to my face. "Not too deep.fail.." "Am I digging my own grave?" "Only if you fail to co-operate. where Jan quickly found us a couple towels.. Jan picked us a spot just above the high tide mark and dropped her bundle.
I'm just going to hide that gorgeous hulk of yours for awhile." "Do what?" She paused suspiciously. This is my fantasy. stop it. But I forbore without comment aloud. Wise Guy. jabbed my gut with her foot. since I had neglected to bring her swim things? "You could have bought a bikini where you got the towels. would I change?" I could dig you a changing tunnel. "Oh. But as she said." "And where. You're gonna be working hard. A few artful kicks of sand filled the cracks around me." On my back? Then she spread both towels over me. so the crack of their meeting ran from nose to my navel and between my legs." "What is?" "You'll see. though she didn't bother to bury me completely." But I couldn't see much. Then she sat down … "OOOMPH. how else could I expect her to get any sun. "I've always wanted to do this. "Now don't move. 125 . pray. Hope it isn't too hot in there. I started to protest when Jan pulled up sleeves and pant legs and shirt bottom to bare everything she could without actually stripping.Revenge II hole. side to side along my length." "Shhh― I don't want anyone to know what I've got hidden.
Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Jan got out our lunch and fed me some bites. "You might want to move your towels further back. At least one member of this body thought so. A strange male voice heralded from down by the surf. I could feel suspicious movement in Pete's vicinity." Jan replied in her pleasant public voice. "I'm having my dessert before lunch while I read a chapter." "Jan!" "Don't worry Big Boy. I think we got …" "What― Company?" Jan sat up and dropped her book atop my rebel member. you― Just what do you take me for?" Janice shifted and swiveled on her tail in order to stretch herself now.. "Excuse me. The tide is on its way in. though she didn't eat any herself. Buddy?" The engine noise was almost upon us.. "You need the energy. then cool air on the tip of his nose. I could see nothing but her bare calves. "You Beast." "Out here in public?" I hardly dared wonder what she meant... "Jan― Look about. I intend to work up an appetite. belly down and elbows straddling my hip bones." She paused to demonstrate.Don't you.no more than if I were licking a sucker or chewing a stick of jerky. I couldn't withhold a moan of reluctant agreement. The sound of an engine and gear shifting drifted down to where I lay imprisoned." 126 . Miss. Petie likes it . I won't look suspicious . "Besides." "Hello.
. At least. Jan shifted again.discreet. If it weren't a public beach . Certain of my husbandly sensitivities were aboil: "Jan!” I tried to wiggle up to a posture more suited for discussion.. there isn't much of a crowd. though. "Jan. Joe! You didn't see that …and neither did I.And you were determined to make the beach scene with or without him?" "Determined." Janice exhaled loudly.." "Oh. Another male voice gasped.. but Jan's prostrate body wouldn't let mine rise.. it might cool you off anyway." "It is getting warm. And I certainly won't be back this way for another hour or so. "Too bad your husband stayed behind. "I see . and I spied a flash of skin." "Yeah." Mr Lifeguard paused. A final pause― I was sure I heard the man shrug.. No one's likely to complain anyway. Wifey? "Well. are you still clothed? What were those guys 127 . Keep your pants …" What was that? Whose pants where? They were too far off for me to have overheard the rest of his order. he's around here somewhere. Enjoy!" Grinding gears almost drowned out his laughter and final comment as they departed: "Hold your seat." What about my wet head.Revenge II "Oh thanks― I don't mind wet feet." "Time to go. A bit late in the day for a sweat suit." Jan stated safely. not if one is . my husband forgot to pack my swim wear. "Hate to see any uncomfortable visitors." (Another pause― What is he getting at?) "However. The jeep engine revved.
But a musky smell arose to mix with the sea smell. Pete was no longer covered. "Stay right were you are. Don't you like my attention? I would think you'd be thankful that you finally get some. "Mmmmm― Don't let him come too soon. are you sure nothing looks suspicious?" "Let me worry about that. Love?" Suddenly. That's an order. Pete's quivering answer to Jan's overtures was filling my own brain with fireworks. secure as shackles." Little devil! She knows I can't talk or think when she does that. How romantic …" "Janice. Now. It burned deeply and set my gonads to aching.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane talking about?" I couldn't see anything different. where were we.." And Jan redoubled her oral attentions as if to mock her own demand." Jan distributed her whole weight over me. My brain whirled. Want to hear some?" "Uhm . Slave. "This is really a good book. "Oops! My friend has been dribbling on my book. How can I possibly hold back after all she's put us through? Then she was squeezing.. A wisp of breeze chilled his little brain.No― Oh!" I barely managed to utter it. gripping right down under his fleshy beard at the neck joint. She choked out Pete's insistence." "It feels …" "Yes?" "Ah! It's the wildest …" "Keep talking. "My birthday ain't over yet. 128 .
veiling the subject or our vigil from burning eyes and sun.in front of those lifeguards?" "Just my shirt― and with my back turned . I'd never seen them before in my life." "Except for your lifeguard buddies." Jan was on all fours.... at least some hundreds of feet away …bare feet. "Bet we see them again." "Now. They didn't mind it. Nobody's gonna think a thing about it. anybody else is miles away― Well.This is a public beach! You― I mean. "Jan! Where's your shirt―?" "Here. the lights dimmed. Ted." "Jan―." Janice sat up heavily atop my heaving chest. You've got more work to do.." "I've had more covered up than most ladies on the beach. Slave.Revenge II "Okay― My turn. and I intend to come out of―. put it under your head." She giggled. as a matter of fact.mostly. 129 . That's hardly fair. Jan's discarded sweat pants were ceremoniously draped over and about.. "Did you . "But ." And as my lips received hers." "Enough talk!" My mouth was stopped abruptly by the damp musk and hair of her perineum." Then I could see everything. "Don't worry." Jan wasn't wearing a stitch. WE could get arrested. "Open up.. I did the rest after they'd gone. And I will cover your head along with my tail. talking at me with her head hung down through the arch of her parted legs.
." Jan rocked herself from side to side. "Oh yeah. "You're not . Pete sprang back with a smack against my own naked waist. She had Pete grasped again by the throat. One of my feet had escaped its cover. Ted. The girl in this book is getting it too. as if over the wake of a passing ship." "We're going all the way. It won't STOP. sweating nipples press and scrape into my exposed belly." She had my head in a vice.. she pushed my pants down to my knees." Don't you sit up! I thought loudly at her and moaned for further emphasis." Without regard for his entrapment in the fly. Feels good . This is my birthday..Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Suck! Oooh― yeah. "She's sitting up and paddling around . "The girl in the book's got her man stripped down.. She dropped the book and thrust both hands past the waist band of my pants. twisting body hair into stitchy knots. grinding her mucousy crotch into my jaw.Ah! …while sitting on his face. Suddenly Jan lifted her torso. Ow― scratch her with your teeth.right where it― OUCH." 130 ." The towel had pulled away between us and my own shirt ridden up to my chest. I'm at least gonna see Petie get ready.. "She itches. But I hardly cared now who might notice. more― more― MORE. ALL the way. Except they're out in a boat.. and with a wrenching pull and twist. Yes. I could feel her taut.
Jan. "Squeeze him. "She finally tossed the oars overboard and impaled 131 ." And with grunts and breathy exhales she managed to twist up and back from the waist." "I'm coming. Oh. snatching her shirt out from under my head. Ted. though it ached. Lover. she turned and dropped her body back down. stop him! I will STOP him. Only the seagulls were apt to observe our position now. The burning backflow was not unpleasant. Oh. but it was like the perpetual motion of ocean waves impossibly suspended on video. She smothered my further remarks with fresh kisses while adjusting her pelvis to mine and arranging her pants in less unlawful array." I need distraction. so…" Her gyrations slowed and Jan lay still. Then having hastily readjusted her towels. I'm going again. "Again. Ted. More― MORE." "I'm getting close. Oh it burns! So SWEET. face to face.Revenge II Janice sat up again." "NO― No. push further― AAAHHH. Surely my wife appeared no more sacrificial of her flesh to sun than any other dame on the beach ―except perhaps for the press and play of her pelvis round my hidden maypole. Deeper. Pete abandoned himself to the dance. Jan. yeah! Give him more squeezes. it ached awfully! "Tell me more about your book. Her fingers clawed their way down my shaft and pinched my plumbing back into submission." "Like that?" "Yeah.
" "What did you say?" "I want a mouth full of your chest flesh. "They're back early." She lifted her shoulders to present a flushed tit. "Mmmmmm. It hasn't been an hour.." "Of what?" "Oh. My insides fluttered as it brushed a trail of love-juice over my cheek and plunged past my thirsty lips." "Mmmm― Give me suck." Oh." "Maybe they got bored. huh?" I hadn't noticed the jeep engine noise growing closer.. I don't know." "The lady in the book screamed." "Oh . He was kneading her sweaty breasts when she came. She squealed until the shoremen sent out a rescue boat. but I longed for more of the sweet-sour nectar. They figured she was alone and kind of crazy.gladly. Almost sunk the boat. Jan did." 132 ." "Taste good? My itch is coming back. and so abandoned one teat in anxious quest for its twin. so refreshing not to worry about kids overhearing our passion.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane herself. "Make her scream it." "Or wanted to reassure themselves. she rocked him so hard." "Like you. Jan. I pressed its ripeness with my tongue and swallowed the fine stream of milk that tickled the back of my throat― only a couple squirts." "Did they get caught?" "She put her shirt back on and waived them off.
You never can tell with them seagulls. We can see. If that don't turn some heads. "Excuse me. "You're sure it wasn't the seagulls?" "Well..... Ted . Hold still! She’s climbing . Mam.. "Don't worry. Somebody cried out― Did you hear from which direction?" Jan had her head propped up on crossed arms. oh! I'm COMING― Push deeper .Now... Are those guys watching? Then I asked it aloud. it couldn't have been you. She thrust a free hand down under between our bellies and began kneading herself in earnest entreaty of another orgasm.it BURNS. just in case they call again. I think she made a show of looking about.FASTER … Janice paused― then SQUEALED pure satisfaction to the sky. Her exclamation dulled my ears and startled to noisy flight the seagulls that had been foraging peacefully nearby. nothing will. We killed the engine. "I'm watching them― Ooh! This feels wonderful . I didn't see a thing. You look just fine― Right.. covered my face with the towel. hold him up for me. The jeep engine was coming near and the gears ground it to another halt ." Jan mumbled. Hero. Mam." 133 ... Jan?" But Janice pushed my head back down and to one side. Joe?" His buddy piped up nervously: "Oh.Revenge II "What did you mean by that. That's it― AHH.closer up this time.it ITCHES.
The human squeak coming from the jeep's direction was a good enough clue also.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "This is Joe's first day on the job." "Breeze comin' on. "Excuse me. so you might say I've been getting a bit of revenge. Good thing you brought those sweats after all. The movement pulled the towel off my face just enough for 134 .. Finally the first guard cleared his throat. "He wasn't very nice to me yesterday.." Suddenly my diaphragm was caved in by the focused weight of the body atop me." (The jeep engine started up again.) "… I guess your husband missed out on your congenial company today. huh?" Jan was fumbling with her pant legs." Then she slid off me onto sand and stood up. Jan sat up and began fumbling with her shirt." My penis was still deep inside my wife's sopping canal ―all I could do to keep from scratching my own itch with a few hip strokes and swivels. You didn't see nothin' . Joe?" "I―" "I know. at least. I couldn't see a thing with the towel still over me." "Yeah? What do you think. "Hold still!" Jan hissed in my face.Well. I was kind of showing him around. Mam?" "Oh― I was just saying that I feel a CHILL. But one." "I suppose I should get up and put them on. huh. "Lovely view today. of my civil senses warned me that something indecent loomed overhead ―for just a moment. Joe?" "Didn't see it― nope.
I can see Petie nodding his head." She giggled again. "Oh. am I supposed to make of that little scene?" "I was cold― had to put something on. not without you here to protect my virtue." "I would never do such a thing. "And what. huh?" I must have hesitated.Revenge II me to see my strange lover yank her waistband up over bare buns and wave farewell to the lifeguards. "Come on." "If I didn't know your inhibitions better. 135 . no matter how you shake yours. "Maybe we'll see you again?" he called back. remember?" Jan wiggled her bare toes toward my aching crotch and began clawing at the looseness of my sweat pants. But Jan didn't answer." Again no words." "Wasn't it exciting?" I was at a loss for the right words. I was up― towels flung several feet to each side. Teddy. pray. I'd call that an exhibition.. I was here all right. but a certain rush of blood from loins to brain cells as I pulled up my pants. Ted. Ted …at least. It's my birthday. I had an answer. "Why don't you just set back against your side of our love nest― I will sit across from you here. and . Let's indulge in a little more exhibition just for one another this time. "Come on.. Don't tell me you didn't get a rise out of that 'little scene' as you call it. And as soon as the jeep engine faded down the beach a ways.
"AAAAAAHHHH. Ted. then I will. With a quick glance at the perimeter of our space.. I'm getting warmer . One of my feet was drawn like a magnet to tease their brazen roundnesses. 136 . past her knees..... Oh I see it. Globs of semen were puddling in and round my navel. I could no longer keep my palm off poor Pete." "Mmmmmmmmmmmm ." "It's coming..." Janice rummaged with one hand into our lunch sack. Under my own cross-eyed gaze. Nobody can see. I sqeeeeeeezed the life out of him― wrenched his rock hard neck and . I abandoned my own inhibitions for the day: If she don't finish her wifely duty.she―" Jan was rolling her head about stiffened shoulders in feverish heat.. "Here .Oh.. With one hand she pulled her top up past those blinking breasts. I SEE it!" She quickly got up on her knees." "That's it . "Let me hear what it feels like... mine is waking up again." "Jan!" She slid her own pants down again. "Ted.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Pull it down." Jan swallowed and let her head fall back. and began pawing at her cooled mound of pubic extravagance. Pete was working up a spasm of delight. keeping wide eyes glued to my throbbing instrument.. no mind for the breeze on her butt. Jan it's―.Oh look at that! I think there's a spoon with the coleslaw.she's .
maybe we should call them?" "I dare you!" "Stand up― Well." “What?" I held up my right hand. "You satisfied yet with your revenge?" "Oh.." "Then I can dispose of your little collection here." I did us the favor of pulling hers up also as she stood aloft into plain sight. I went to see just how long you've been saving this up for me." My wife seemed to have had enough of the beach for one birthday. "What are you doing." She began spooning the sop from my belly. I couldn't keep the grin from creeping up to my face.two . "Let's see now. Two teaspoons to a table. perhaps. I'd say almost two full ounces of―." My right palm was full of wet goo.. Walking back through the shops along the beach.Revenge II "There! Now hold out your hand. Ted.. Pull up your pants if you have to." She grabbed one of mine." "Since when were we trying for the Guinness record?" "Well.. still palm up and loaded to 137 .three." She kept scraping up driblets of white seed. right? And two to evaporation. all right. "Now cup it … like this. this is incredible. with her spoon held aloft in triumph. one question nagged at me. "Seven …and about a half. Jan" Shouldn't we be making ourselves decent?" "Just a minute .
" “Then after an early dinner and a bath." "Yes Sir. my missing husband. It's the Missus and .." A familiar voice hailed us from the bus stop.... Joe. "Maybe I'll display it on the mantle at home." "At whose expense?" "This one's on me. 138 . Ted. One of the shops there had a little leaded crystal bottle that will keep it just right. not me. Just pretend you're holding a sand crab or something . along with your bowling trophies. I will help you find our hotel bed for a makeup romp. but it's yours." Jan explained with a bright smile. Sprouted from your loins." "Forever and ever . here." "But―" "It's my trophy. Joe "No. "This precious body fluid of yours.for the kids. where we were headed. "And don't worry. I didn't― Uhn'uh!" "We were on guard duty." I mused sarcastically. I watched it.." "Oh.. You only have to hold it until we get back to the hotel. Didn't see a thing." Jan cordially volunteered my introduction. Ted. We had the pleasure of seeing your wife on the beach. you know?" She hung closely to my crooked arm.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane the brim with liquid. Didn't we.. remember? And don't you dare spill a drop." "WE were just making up. "This is Ted . "Hey.." "Great conversation piece.
Revenge II I was almost as nervous as Joe." "Well. "And believe me." Joe was looking the other way." 139 . "There's always a price. Ha-ha." "Guard her well. good thing I was there to protect your property. She's a treasure. with a knowing glance at Jan." "I think so." My throat caught when I saw our lifeguard extend his right hand. this one is expensive. "Put it THERE. I'm glad to have finally made your acquaintance. Otherwise. You know." I suggested. mate. Joe here ―new on the job and everything― might have mistaken your Missus for one of them others. free for the takin'. Sir. "Well. Ted.
"Well." I conceded. It's probably just a bottle of champagne or one of those cheap compact cameras. I've never won a prize before.. none too subtly." Ted parried.) "That banquet was VERY expensive. "Well you never know.” Outside the hotel gift shop: 141 ." Ted still looked uncomprehendingly back at me.. reputation.and I DON'T mean just money. It was there waiting for us on the door of our hotel room in a gilded envelope." (Ted was looking rather sheepish while I explained.” Ted was changing the subject. Janice― I swear it.. glancing beggingly back and forth from claim ticket to my face. once I fix my hair. "All right.ENDURING PRINCIPLES.” That's what he kept telling me. "I only hope it doesn't really cost us anything .” I spit it at him for emphasis.. And that one couple knows us now. "I didn't see anybody you know. How can an otherwise intelligent man be so dense at times? "You know: Self-respect.Room with a View "I didn't enter your name. Now Ted was looking a bit red-faced. even though it was free. modesty . Isn't it funny how we keep running into them?” "Let's go pick up your prize.
I pulled drapes from the window.” That was Ted's theory." "What?" "Did you pay extra for this?" There wasn't even a neighbor's window to reflect landscape.probably just dropped it on the floor under our table. just a little ledge with a pair of pigeons nesting.” I snatched the camcorder from Ted's paws... My tag ―at least the one that my devoted husband had pinned to my breast― it looked entirely different." I fumbled with the video disk. the innocent party wins in the end. "So. huh?” Ted was glowing as he tore the packing from my new Sony Camcorder. "Some view. Teddy. A name-tag with my name on it was stapled to the receipt.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Cheap compact camera. "I guess they must have found your (ahem) OTHER name tag somewhere and just put it in the pot for the door-prize drawing. Ted had worn a tag just like it at the prior evening's banquet. I suppose we should take you back to my examination room. though he left out the slight-of-hand part where he swapped tags and ditched the original . "I suppose that makes me guilty?” "Let me load this thing and we'll immortalize your confession. "But first. I 142 ." We hadn't yet spent much time in our room― the one that Ted so proudly declared was specially requested for ‘the view’. sky or water. "Hah!" Nothing but the side of the next building could be seen. So I thought first to test the camera upon the said view.
and he grinned and said. I'm not paying a thing. but then he did when I made binoculars with my hands. not really out of sorts." I zoomed close in on iridescent feathers.okay?” "What's that supposed to mean?" "Don't know.” "And here we are!" I echoed.Room with a View focused the camera at them for now. when this guy (probably a bellhop of some sort) appeared grinning (spoke broken English). Okay.. "…and the desk clerk wasn't there. "But that clerk ..” Ted puzzled. The male pigeon was doing a little dance for his mate... "I wonder how pigeons do it?" "Do what?” Ted had no idea what the view he had troubled to reserve actually was." I muttered. "I told you.You were waiting in the car―” "Naked.and I knew I was late. whatever big pigeons do to make little pigeons. "I think he said the neighbor was attending the same banquet― and then he handed me the room key." Ted mused.. and I tried to explain that my wife was waiting―" "Naked …” "..” Ted spun me round to face him (and my 143 .well..I was in a bit of a rush .. "Janice.. "Pigeons― there's a pair out here getting ready to . it is all a big advertisement. it was free ―and here we are.” I zoomed back out again.. "The clerk guy said something else―" Ted's voice took on a Latin color: "Neighbor like view too . but couldn't we have a room with a romantic view? He didn't understand at first.
..” "Nothing wrong with watching Nature. Mate . Ted backed up apprehensively: "What did you have in mind?” "Just a bit of Nature.." Ted admitted. "You look like you're spying on other hotel guests. "Yes! I want to immortalize your ‘rise’ to fame― Wow! Never seen one of those on a bird before. that's all. turning to front side. "Perhaps I need some persuasion.” I was advancing on him (unlike most of female nature) and feeling horny in an animal sort of way.You see?” "Oh― Let me SEE that excitement .show us your feathers . Turn toward the camera.” Ted lifted his wings while I began preening and parting his feathers too. "ALWAYS....Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane camera was suddenly confused). "I never knew my wife was so visually excitable ―before this weekend.” I paused the camera to let it adjust to low light.Come on. "Come on.” It wasn't long before his malehood stood fully erect 144 . "But now." he continued. Birdie.” "What― to make little pigeons?” Ted backed away further.. "Didn't she always excite you visibly?” It was hard to keep the camera steady while I pawed my tingling breasts.show us what's under your feathers.” Ted shed the last of his feathers while I zoomed in again on his backside. so why don't you do a little dance for your mate?” I challenged.. like that pigeon Miss out there. My own ‘feathers’ were in the way. "You seem to be exciting me more by your visual excitement . so I parted them.
He explained.. What would my husband's taste in erotic scenery look like? "I mean.. don't you erase my pigeons.” I finished for him: "…another pigeon. "Do you know how to hook this thing up to the TV?” "Janice―” He was protesting. intimate..” I could never be sure what my husband was aiming at or when he was actually filming.Room with a View . "You haven't hardly got (swallow) anything worth watching yet.” Ted was growing excited again..for Art's sake. I caught him many times sneaking clips of my human nature.and excited. this is a great place to focus on the human form .” I passed the camcorder to him and glared.” "WHAT?” Ted cried.. remember?” "Nature.” "You want to work up your animal appetite?” I kind of liked the idea. "That includes humankind." he mused. "There's the lobby and lounge and poolside and exercise room and boardwalk―” "Okay.. "But one rule― Only Nature. My femalehood was very sticky under what remained of my plumage.” "Why don't we rewind and start fresh ―maybe a little scenery outside before we get ." I offered. This is a NATURE film. while his animal excitement drooped. "I mean― only a couple of pigeons and .well. Then I paused at a sudden inspiration: "Let's stop now and watch the tape.. 145 . doesn't it?” "And my pigeons..
But he did try to be discreet about it. hip and thigh― or round the shoulder blades and down the spine . Ted paused to describe some of the themes he had in mind. The lounge balcony overlooking the pool provided some of the best material (especially cleavages). remember?” But between sessions. What I couldn't follow was why ―with so much human nature about― why did he bother to waste film on flowers and birds and cars and flower vases and . "…the line along the back of the arm and down the trapezium ―ribs.. "Well .” My hand rose distractedly to my own naked neck. a sort of collage of quick clips. especially the line from under the ear down to the curve ―where the neck joins the shoulder. He could zoom in from a distance and keep steady for short runs ―which was all he was really after.. thinking of all the time and expense (and pain) of constantly making up a face.table legs? "Ted... also the lobby window on the walk to and from the pool. What's with the furniture? I told you NATURE.” "Oh really?” "Yes.the crack of her―" "What about the face?” I interrupted. waist. Boy... the row of hollows between the collar bone and shoulder muscles― Ah yes!" His camera and voice pursued the passing of a tank-topped blonde. "There is the 146 .Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane and several were the suspicious looks from others. "Also. what a mind! "Necks― men notice necks.” Ted had to think about that.
) "So what's the focus now?” I probed. "Take for instance the hollow between that belly and hip bone― It's utterly bewitching. "Inside or outside?” "Both― also those hollows where the calf joins the knee. "You know that hollow of the foot.” "Jaw line?” I could barely see my reflection in the smoked glass of the lobby window. just north of the heel?” Ted mused. a bit nervously now. I felt like the novice at the feet of a master. feet and toes …and a few torsos. where we sat and chatted while Ted got a ground view of human nature: lots of bare legs. I discovered myself thinking of table legs and car fenders. as he wasn't lingering on any single . Nobody seemed to notice or care. finding jaws sexy? What do they think we are: sharks? Later. "What's all this about hollows. He gestured toward the closest sunbather with his chin. (Strangely." I ventured.” There were several pair of female legs between us and the pool. It was a new world to me. Jaw lines? Were other men like mine. Ted was panning progress of a smartly dressed lady. "Well …" Ted paused.. Professor?" 147 . this male fascination for the detail of feminine form. "How so. and Ted was taking his time exploring them all. So I compared jaw lines. and lowered the camera." I palmed my own hip hollow beneath the bubbling water.Room with a View jaw line. we undressed again and headed for the pool ―actually the jacuzzi.leg..
” Ted lowered the camera again and whispered his next comment conspiratorially: "Men touch with their eyes.’calls’ to be touched.. Those shadowy places accentuate the peachy round-nesses ." I ventured. And you might say that the hollows are complementary to the swells.that particular one over there. they are very sensitive to touch.and as you say. ". like cleavages ―and yes. or cheek.” "Oh. the roundnesses ―like butts and boobs. "You know.” "Oh. "But those aren't always so public. and the knees and calves.” "I always thought that men were most attracted by the swells.. "Time for some 148 . I mean?” Either Ted hadn’t heard the question or didn't wish to hear. do they?” Of course I thought I knew that. It was so hot and dry that day that his trail disappeared before we reached it: "Exercise room. "Where now. or even the balls of the feet.with their eyes....Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Well it sort of . certainly. those butts and boobs... Teach?” I was following Ted’s drippy trail across the pool deck.” "You realize." he announced.” Ted turned the camera to focus on mine just then. "I suppose that I realize it.. He ejected himself from the jacuzzi and gestured for me to follow. you know. but― "Just how far do they go." I verbalized academically. those hollows are very erogenous and ultra-sensitive?” And I wondered if Ted felt drawn by that wild call . "But we are not really conscious of that." He put the camera back to his eye.
"…bouncing you-know-whats. hollows expanding. swells contracting.like silent music.. lost in some kind of spiritual-artistic trance? No wonder history and sport and culture and religion and myth (and cars?) all seem determined to get tangled 149 ." I hissed back his direction. He finally crossed over to a bench behind me and suggested that I sit up for the pulley weights. Theodore the Jock.. then reaching ―yearning for release. form wrapped in glistening flesh. What kind of talk was this? Was my husband. but perhaps it would firm up my bust line. helpless feeling.. Ted pointed to an unoccupied weight machine: "You do some bench-presses while I take some pictures. with passing shots at other exercisers.” We ducked through an open door.Room with a View motion and rhythm. contours ever-changing.” I didn't really like bench-pressing ―flat on my back.” I paused my exercise to stare back at Ted. view of the ceiling. Mercifully. some men and several women were earnestly panting in tandem. pointing the camera my way .a lot. pinned down by increasingly oppressive weights. Then he settled back to aim the camera lens past my form to the less self-conscious activity of those around me. "Lots of swells. Seemed futile. he dropped all but one pound per pulley. pivoting. undulating. Ted was leaning casually against a pillar.” Ted answered in poetic sing-song: "It's mesmerizing . greeted by the vacant stares and scent of sweating bodies. collapsing.. flashing in and out of view.
. nor her body as to modern commercial television standards: She had pale freckled skin. copper hair brushing the mat behind her. belly flattening and bosom expanding the limits of her cotton knit. When her face finally turned toward us. shoulders pressed to the mat and both knees pulled up to chest. arms reaching. Ted. I thought she'd never un-spring herself. "I want your eyes on me now.” The redhead had turned around. The thin fabric of her body suit 150 . neck and arms― poking right through the shirt. What was I thinking? Ted dropped the camcorder to his lap (arms tired. "Let's continue this little revoir back in our room.it was beautiful. I guess).Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane up with human sexuality ―considering how that is the sort of thing commanding the less-practical side of male consciousness. was admired …and liking it. and I followed his gaze to the various nearnaked bodies all around us. as if she knew she was watched. One woman kneeled upon the floor stretching. even godly to behold. torso. I had to peel away Ted’s eyes from view of her bottom end pointed our way. I just knew (without actually watching him) that Ted was noticing also how the woman’s nipples accented that rising arc ―thighs. she slowly arched her back. I noted casually that her features weren't especially attractive. toes curling.. pelvis." I declared. They were really too busy to care or even notice our attentions ―probably thought we were merely exhausted from exercise. some sags ―a bit boney― but with her torso stretched out like that in one smooth motion .
I pinched his tense butt muscle with one hand and squeezed his testicles with the other.” 151 . when the elevator doors finally bounced open against Ted's leg. "I don't want to miss it this time. dropped to my knees. yanked down his swim trunks and swallowed his sweaty rod. She glanced at us wide-eyed and pressed her hubby quickly forward. We were too absorbed even to acknowledge our ubiquitous acquaintances from the banquet as they passed down the hall: Mr & Mrs Womens-underwear. "Okay. George." she whined. I was uninhibitedly (and compulsively?) seizing every opportunity to breach the limits of his modesty. Ever since that infamous banquet night. They paused to glimpse us crossing to our room before disappearing round the hall corner. My own cleavages were sweating with anticipation of filling his lens first. We almost crushed the camcorder between our embrace while riding up the elevator. and I knew that he longed to fill his lens with that perspective. Ted hadn't even closed our door when I turned. when he finally managed to grope blindly behind for the doorknob and shut out any neighborly view. The doors opened to our floor and began to close again when we failed to exit." I sprouted to face him. hungrily inhaling the musky scent released from teased male-sexed flesh.Room with a View pulled tightly into the hollows and cleavages of a pantiless crotch. as if they were late for a movie. Mr Hollywood. "Shoulder your camera and march.
stunned by the multiplied brightness of mirrors covering every wall. but I had a vision of our television screen filled with the goose bumps and color that cold water would raise on my skin. The shower door was not closed. I hate cold showers. I could feel my husband's attention focusing on my rear. Returning attention to the shower. And happily. but there were plenty of towels. I found a bar of soap and began slowly tracing every dip and swell: first with a corner of the soap bar and following with fingertips of my other hand. so the floor would be a mess. pulling tight the ribbon of material until it disappeared into the folds of my crotch. so I turned the small of my back (another sensitive hollow) into the water. and I spied in the mirror his camera aimed directly at me. The whole room was electric with the intensity of our shared excitement. Then I wondered as the shower's mirrored wall seemed to glow for just a minute. cold water wouldn’t steam up the mirrors or Ted’s camera lens. I reached up to give my backless one-piece a little help. While I bent over to play with hot and cold faucets.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane I flicked on the bathroom light. Then a breathless scream escaped my throat as I plunged into the frigid flow. Ted was seated on the commode. daring to bare sensitive armpits to the blast. even back of the shower. I heard a hissing inhale from Ted. But the shock was soon over. I was suddenly inspired to shut off the hot. Ted was obviously 152 . Still wearing my swim suit. I felt a vibration in the wall (probably just air in the pipes) and chuckled.
following every artistic stroke. I hadn't noticed his talonned hand reaching for another pair of blossoms." I continued his thought.Room with a View zooming in on this action. Then I pulled both arms through their straps and began slowly peeling nylon skin from the paleness of fleshy globes. Ted left his seat to pull a macro close-up my inches from the action. the glass shower door was etched with a pattern of Hawaiian hyacinths and long-beaked hummingbirds..under the spray of a tropical fountain. Ted paused the camera then and leaned eagerly forward. The warmth of Ted's attention suddenly vacated my lower section. then I grabbed at my navel for a wad of suit material and pulled it tightly against my crotch. With a slight twist. I arched my body back to point the peaks of my glory straight up. He was aiming the camera again. resting my wet head against the mirror. "Glorious!" he exclaimed. his tongue outstretched into folds of my petalled sex. when my nipples tingled an alarm in my brain.. my head and hair lolled back under the spray. He sat back down and with spare hand gripped his rod like an airplane control stick. facing Ted instead. Rosy stems ached to be 153 . His warm caresses shivered my whole body once again. this time at the swells of my fruited chest. Reaching the insides of my legs. I turned my back to the mirror. "Like a jungle flower in bloom―” ". In fact. though the water no longer felt cold. the material became a firm cable pressing blessedly the length of my swelling clitoris and exposing red lips of a very excited vulva. eyes unfocused skyward.
stepped out of the tub and began leading him out to the bedroom. pushing us both to the bed. [Thump.” I was still curious: "It was coming from our bathroom. It wasn't the front door.” 154 . "You're squirting me ―AND the camera. Then I grabbed his nosey penis. (This visual excitement was stirring my body chemistry to new extremes." Ted reached for some toilet tissue. "You're going to ruin the camera. meanwhile embracing my arched back and pressing his penal attention upward. lower half now ―but I gently pressed him away and shut off the water. He was clawing at my covering again. Juice had burst forth from a strawberry teat.) Ted deposited the camera and attached his mouth to suck loudly at the offending fruit. thump] "THERE― Ted. the sound had come from the rear of our room rather ―the bathroom? Ted hadn't noticed. The tip of his penis was beet red with urgency. and so I teased with one hand while gripping my clitoral reign with the other." I warned. knock] I paused our progress before the bed. hadn't nursed a baby for months. Ted scooped up the camcorder and was filming my grip on his joystick when I heard it the first time: [Knock. thump.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane pinched again or pressed. "It's probably just our neighbors humping it against the wall. Its soft warmth was very welcome after the chill of an open room on wet nakedness. what's that knocking noise?” He fell atop me. "Ah!" Ted cried out.
) "I saw them going round the hall of this floor.” "I'm surprised they stuck around after witnessing your various exhibitions. He was roughly parting the halves of my peachy rear and prying at the 155 . He was wildly nipping the swells and licking the hollows down my neck.or so I patiently preached: Slow and gradual wins the prize.” (This was actually a game of mine: playing with my lover's mind while he tried to concentrate on mindless sex. glanced again at the camera abandoned on the bed stand with a very impatient look in his eye. "Yours too. His tongue buried itself deep in my vaginal cave. I didn't really care. I turned to delicately handle his intrusion and began licking while I chatted ―like snacking socially on hot beef-on-a-stick. he pivoted from there to swing his whole torso round and prod my cheek with a stiff penis.. "So they're doing it in the bathtub. just like I was about to do. you know.. It was pure delight to torture him thus while he devoured my nether end in beastly abandon." Ted sat up to study his next move. Besides. "I wonder if it's our ‘Panty and Hose’ acquaintances. I didn't want to spend all my excitement in one burst ." "Who are our neighbors ―did you seen them?” But Ted explained that the room opposite that wall would be entered from another hallway. "Ooh!" I interrupted my soliloquy." and I arched again while that animal began slurping my most private cleavage. you show-off.Room with a View "HA!" Ted chortled. I don't know when my swim suit disappeared. arms and chest.
. all MINE and the envy of every other UNfulfilled.. piping our performance out to a big screen in another room full of cheering spectators: loyal fans of our every thrust. for instance . Ted . I was imagining that the smoke alarm was not an alarm at all when the wave of primal energy began shocking and rocking my frame. making it extra difficult to focus on verbal prattle: "That smoke alarm.Ted.. I daydreamed that the half-globe over our bed was actually a hidden camera.” I had a knot of his hair in one fist. expertly and deeply. Bet you've never seen one quite like it― Look. use a finger there― YES! Press it ―AHH― two fingers.. Ted's hips were bucking against my jaw. 156 . My lover was doing it so very right and thoroughly. mine... applauding.Did you notice our smoke alarm.. up over our bed. right here..I want you to observe that it isn't blinking at all.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane pit with his tongue. thumping. Just a little harder ―THERE― and we would BE there.My pleasure was the desire of every gawking. The ones I've seen look like a little flying saucer with a blinking red light …Ow! But this one ―OOOSH-h-h-haaa― It looks more like a motorcycle helmet with a green light .as I sat up on my knees to ride one last buck from my bronco's face . Teddy? Its battery lasts a year or more. lonely little housewaif. grinding my saddle into his face.. buck and wiggle. taming this beast into submission. My sphincter began to spasm. of course . And I. I interrupted our discussion to bite the base of his horn.. OH! And the light. chanting husbandman out there in Machissimo-land.
"No way!" Ted pulled his face stickily from my bosom." he begged. swelled his cheeks. not now. I grabbed the back of my thigh to pull a leg back against one breast. "But they want more. Ted.” "Who?" Ted was close to climax now. "Give it to them. "Mmmmmmm . Ted. Theodore!" I cheered. my Hero. I could hear the wild applause of our audience buzzing in my ears: "Encore― ENCORE. "Back up.." I urged as he panted and thrust." I could feel the glow emanating from between our tangled bodies." I commanded.. RIGHT THERE― My other.Room with a View Then I reigned in my bull. "Pull it out and come all over me― My belly. 157 . "Spray me. my mouth. to dismount and wave to my public.here. and arrested all motion. oops …" My face. Strands of love-goo stretched and snapped back." I shouted with them. his whole body ready to burst with triumph.. "What― are― you― talking―” He inhaled. my hair.." I kicked one of his knees away and pulled my own up between his legs. YES― My tits. "Not again. But I was abruptly knocked down onto my back again to become bucking heifer under a rodeo clown. That exposed the details of our expert sport for all those jealous eyes. "You are blocking the view . "Show them what a real bull― I mean." I encouraged. Even I could see with my head propped on a pillow― the well-oiled piston action of Ted's bucking machine. holding tightly with his knees. what a MAN can do.
" Ted was sprawled naked and sated at my feet..Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane "Who wants more?” Poor Ted looked genuinely alarmed. my eye caught the last glow of the little green light before it winked and flashed off. drained." I protested and pointed. "Oops. 158 .almost.” I pointed up to invisible grandstands. "I think it needs a new battery after all. "Your beloved fans …your public. When I finally escaped his tickles under bedcovers and pillows. finished . "They've been watching through our smoke alarm." Ted glanced quizzically up and back down to the grin on my face. completely spent..
you limp noodle.” Room service would be expensive. he was seated at the foot of the bed facing the television with a manual on his lap and a wire in each hand.. Ted was up again.. I had plans to remedy that.Room with a View II “Here. I would attempt an experiment with his male mind. while I go freshen up for The Show.perhaps. is he? I hummed some bars of a Souza march tune and released my steamy bod from the bathroom. washed my lover's sweat and saliva and sex scum from all my hairs. wearing shorts and t-shirt. snatching a bath towel from the vanity chair as I passed. “You wire this up to the TV. Ted is feeling tired. His noodle was limpid also. 159 . My energy and excitement was not so spent and I was thinking there was perhaps enough there for both of us .” I pranced toward the bathroom. At least.” I deposited the camcorder on my husband's belly where he lay spread-eagle and bare and expended upon our hotel room bed. However. but worth it ―if Ted's handy-camera-work produced as promised. I poked my head out again before shutting the bathroom door: “And call up some dinner while you're at it. It was a hot shower this time: opened all my pores. So. I quickly shut the door behind me when the vanity mirror began to fog. just to test and see if men are indeed so visually stimulative as they say.
.T-E-D-D-Y...” Yikes! I thought of the expense ―just briefly― then forgot everything as I sat down at the vanity. What's this? I see a bed― Janice.TED .. while I searched drawers for a comb and brush. Boring― Wait. But I could see another bed …with Someone seated near its other side . No― this wasn't my reflection . but light ―where was the light switch? Then I spied it in the corner (funny place for a light switch).” A line had formed down the center of my vanity mirror. “Think I've got it .a man.” Ted announced. “What?” I exclaimed. A funny vibration started buzzing the wall again. somehow we recorded video of an empty bed. Janice. “They will be here any minute with your dinner ―lobster and prime rib..not OUR reflection.. “I didn't say anything. baring shoulders before and behind. My towel drooped down.” Then it was my turn to exclaim: “Ted . spreading outward and blocking the image of our room.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane “You had better pull on a dress. It was Mrs Pantyhose herself seated at an opposite 160 . only neatly made.. Drat ―the bulb was burned out. the bed was just like ours. I could see Ted clearly in the mirror. I found a comb. poking at the television controls. I could no longer see Ted reflected behind me. the camera isn't even plugged in.almost. Jan... My towel dropped the rest of the way to the chair seatback as I reached to flip the switch.. And that was all I could see around the edges of the womanly form staring back at me from directly behind the glass. it quickly grew wider.” Ted was crossing wires again.
I grabbed a wash cloth from the counter and tossed it at his face. A half smile stole up and Mr. turning on her light instead of mine?) The way he stared. on the television. he hung up his phone and went round to face their TV and fiddle with the controls. I backed away suddenly. I might have sworn he could see me. Her moving mouth and raised eyebrows provided the only clue that she sought to communicate with her husband. an expression of interest growing as his face became lighted by the other vanity mirror. I unconsciously pulled the towel more tightly round as he got up and advanced. The rag slid down the mirror to rest on the vanity top again. suddenly turned his head our way. Must be a man thing. “Ted. Mrs. Finally I concluded that she couldn't see me. Mr Whats-his-name 161 . can you break away to look over here?” “Just a minute.Room with a View II vanity and mirror like mine. I gulped and waved ―finally thinking to snatch up my towel again― and glanced nervously around at Ted. She leaned in close to the glass with an eyebrow brush. (Maybe my switch was miswired. On an impulse. couldn't hear me. I thought before returning my attention hither. startled by her intimacy. “I wonder what channel this is on?” I waived again at my vanity guest. she wore only black hose and a black lace bra while preening her long blonde feathers. He was absorbed in his own vision. Jan― can't figure this out.” He grabbed the TV guide. settled back again. The man on the bed behind her.
else her own mirror image. I let my towel drape lower and began following the lead of her fingers. “What if Ted looks this way? If she only knew …” “What's that. not being accustomed to such long cleavage looking back from my mirror. and a quick glance confirmed that Ted was still occupied. but Mrs. “What am I doing?” I murmured absently. Jan?” “Oh. she pointed at the glass between us. It was a bizarre experience. I found myself tracing again the contours of my swells and hollows. I was quite certain now that they couldn't see me or my room. had pushed her chair back a bit to allow one hand access to her crotch. but on my own form instead. rubbing with a practiced finger through the stretchy nylon hose. Mr. restless hands to that of the other lady ―except for the feeling that those strange male eyes were staring spellbound at my exhibition.” But we were not communicating. Mrs. 162 . and when I dared to unveil my own nipples to blink back at those others bared before me. “You really need to see this. just like she was doing. started forward again.” I gulped again and turned in my chair. my whole body began to buzz. Ted was lost in a muddle of published instructions. It was a natural response. halted him with a gesture and pointed at me ―that is. We have company. while fingers of the other hand traced bold cleavage of lace-bound breasts.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane hadn't even blinked. mirroring my activity with nervous. Then I gulped oxygen to clear my fuzzy brain. Ted. And then I noticed what he was actually staring at.
Before I could even think to shout a warning. reached back. he had dropped his trousers (no underwear?) and flashed his tail at me. they finally drew slowly outward. Outline of her background form disappeared as she pulled her chair closer to him …and dropped her head. squirmed once and leaned into her attentions. This can't be happening. its only nature ―human nature. His hips began rocking forward and back. eager motion. I saw the manicured nails of womanly hands pulling both his legs outward. bracing himself for a clockwise pivot. Vanity unbuckling his belt. raking up and down his spine. I assured myself. The bulge of his excitement was quite evident. licked her lips and patted the vanity counter top. I know what she is doing! It was the very thing I would have done had my own piece of manflesh parked himself thus. as if inviting him to seat himself there. I didn't see a thing ―for my eyes closed involuntarily. naked back. What if they turn around? How do I turn THIS television off? And then Mr. But it allowed me to catch my breath and summon courage to raise a 163 . Now Jan. he climbed to sit facing his lady and pulled off his shirt ―all in one fast. each nail leaving a pink path of irritated skin. Now all I could see was his pale. Those overdone nails reached around to tickle the small of his back.Room with a View II I turned back to see Mr. Mrs. Mr. I turned my head around toward safety before opening my eyes again ―to the least stimulating sight imaginable: Ted with his nose in a technical manual.
. Blonde hair― long blonde hair filled my view. busily pursuing hidden ministrations. Mrs. no longer any OTHER room. and I did imagine . I could tell from behind that she was beginning to breathe more quickly now.and lusted for a similar view myself.. And then a more sobering plan began to materialize. I could only imagine what was within her immediate view.. It is beautiful blonde hair. but he was imminently there. feet were flat on the counter ―looking quite like a large blonde frog. And lo. I would rather veil this view before attempting any explanation to my husband as to what he was missing. I had clouded the view just in time. somewhere south of my vision. braced both knees up in arms. no lewdness of strange bodies― only a blonde-colored fog. The shower mirror! I leapt back up.. Mrs. It was a small room and steam soon began billowing out.. frantic motion of pale and pink and blonde forms. battling for pre-eminence behind the fog. actually― but .. I couldn't see her sire. turning back toward my mirror to see . The vanity had a small basin. my magic mirror began to fog.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane comb to wet hair. I turned on hot water there also.. was now atop the counter. leaning backward against my mirror. opened the bathroom door and turned on the hot water faucet. Soon all I could see was white haze.. And then it was a pink fog . The pair had switched places. 164 .
that . comb in hand …and nose pressed to the mirror.” I almost leapt out of my skin by Ted's voice standing behind me. “I think I got your camera working.” he proclaimed. I turned off the basin tap. “Why don't you join me on the bed and I will start the movie.” He passed me 165 . I grabbed my towel from the floor and retreated to our bed ―feeling a bit confused at my secret reluctance to abandon the private showing. and you’d best put on something decent before our dinner arrives. “You certainly can't see what you're doing there. Of course that wasn't his face he found staring back at him. I watched him rub the circle larger and stare some more.. Couldn't really see anything anyway ―good thing. Only JUST in time … I settled back with a relieved sigh and pulled the comb against a nasty tangle. referring to the fog-covered mirror. your hair looks fine― DON'T …” “Don't what?” he quizzed. “TED !!! What―” I shouted in alarm. searching for my reflection in the darker smear of defogged glass.Room with a View II “Janice― Hadn’t you better turn off the shower. still standing beside the vanity where my retreating eye spied motion of his arm raised. now dripping with condensation. he had quickly rubbed clear a sort of porthole. “Ted. Ted was behind me now..” With a glance at the mirror. Ted stepped past me to shut off the shower. though he finally shrugged himself away.
“I'm turning on the set. Forms ―human forms― had become entangled in perpetual motion.” Now I was committed. I stood up on tiptoe. I really struggled with my conscience that moment. no bodies. Jan ―you can comb your hair over here while our home video plays. puzzled.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane to deposit himself back upon our bed. Love.... The other vanity was vacant.. “Come ON.and I never did get to finish combing my hair.. Two steps. Jan. “Uh―” (Is Ted choking on something?) “I'm not sure what we've got here. grab the comb and …glance at the mirror: WHAT? Nobody. The comb still lay where I dropped it on the vanity.. it is my mirror after all . No! Then what was that moving just beyond the vanity light? It was the other bed..” “Scoot over. Should I sneak over to the mirror for one last look at goings-on inside that other room? Ted's window through the fog invited.” Ted reached for the camcorder manual again. It was only an empty room.. a very occupied bed. where he snatched up the TV remote. no skin. Ted had a funny look on his face: dazed. turn.only this time it isn’t empty..” “It's that bed again . and no black lace . dared me to do it― . after all. but yes― they were definitely engaged in . Couldn't see clearly..” I tore myself away to join my lover on our bed. or perhaps the bluish light from the TV only exaggerated his expression. even shocked. 166 .
They were not sleeping. It was certainly captivating. But it must be one of those pay-per-view movies you order by phone ―only I didn't.. certainly not asleep. I tried to sound calm and mature. we didn't record this. Otherwise.. Ted was watching me: “You look like you've never seen nature have its way before. Those bodies belong to our neighbors. I couldn't help it: my eyes remained glued to their resuscitations. Jan― I didn't.” I breathed.Room with a View II I found my seat and focused my vanity-lightdazzled eyes on the video picture showing a bed and room― much like ours as viewed from above . he and she. Her hair covered his loins like a grass skirt in disarray.and it took me some moments to give up the search for a shred of clothing on those very adult bodies on the bed. this view of a man having his way with a woman (or was she having it her way?). “It's not like they were a pair of pigeons. though she had just rolled on top to straddling his face. 167 .” It was Ted's turn to look abashed. “I was sure I got it right this time. there was nothing to see but a bare womanly back and two pair of legs. Ted. “Ted. Theirs was a classic 69 position at the moment.” I groaned.” “No. No.” “Wow.” He put the manual down again. and I wrapped the bed cover round myself in spell-bound suspense against that moment when one of those bodies might move aside and reveal more of their privacy to view.
“I know who that is now. “Oh. Nor did it escape our visitor's attention.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane “It's true.” It was a male voice. mimicking a support bra.” He was pointing to the space between the bed and television. Men touch with their eyes. a glint of silver trays in the hall.” “You was WHAT?” Ted looked aside at the vanity. No?” “Uh. “You like room-with-view. It's the same couple I was watching through our mirror. thank you. then he made a grab for the remote. “Um . I reminded myself. I glanced at the door ajar behind him. had lifted her head to gulp some air and apply some leverage to her rear half. The fog had cleared. There certainly was …and I could see it all now― all of it. He gave up looking for the right button though.” it announced. “Maybe neighbor like view too?” The man pointed up at the smoke alarm over our bed.just wheel it all over here―.. Ted turned back and exclaimed. when Room Service flashed a disarming grin. belonging to Room Service and standing just inside the short entryway of our room. I barely snatched 168 . Sellers of women’s unmentionables …” He cupped a palm over each pectoral of his chest. “I bring lobster for you.” Ted advanced. I pulled the bedspread closer round myself when he looked my way. He rushed over to peer past the vanity glare at the bed and its occupants― side view of the same. It's Mr. well …” Ted looked toward the window as if nothing of interest was on the TV. Dear. Mrs. and Mrs. Suddenly a foreign accent filled the room: “Door was open..
They blocked my view while Ted described his frustrated attempts to attach our camcorder. You want to see your movie? No-no work. I wasn't feeling particularly accusatory. not daring to look at Ted. How you say? Cerrado …” I knew that much Spanish and translated: “Closed?” “Ah.” He stepped around Ted to face me also. Ted handed him a dollar.” The poor man was now too distracted even to attempt following the import of our discussion. I didn't realize he meant that kind of view. Jan. then (of all the male cheek) invited the man to turn and step closer to the television. “Oh. 169 . and struggled to explain. It do not work like Cable TV.Room with a View II a gasp from my throat. Si. but Ted thought I might be: “Really. He paused and zoomed in at a very revealing angle upon lips and tongue attending to an aroused red nipple. I couldn't help but smile when he spread our meal with such flourish. The man chuckled and went back for the dinner cart. whipped out a flowered napkin for each of us and bowed.” Ted translated further and glanced red-faced at me. no-nono. “Closed circuit. This TV closed …” He pointed to the spaghetti of wires Ted had arranged to-and-from the television. He had taken up the remote. Room Service shook his head in reply. demonstrating the zoom and pan features of the camera hidden over our neighbor's party― presumably one just like our smoke alarm. “This TV for room-with-view.
Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane Then a curious thing happened. they would in fact be compelled to watch. and I found my attention drawn from the screen to my husband's buttoned belt. He moved slightly to one side allowing us better view of both her breasts. tracing with my expert tongue the veins threatening to burst like muscled tendons through the thin skin separating his strained erection from the relief that only I could grant. Underwear's eye glanced up to meet my stare. Then I stopped and laughed. So our subjects are watching us watch them.. the little green light was on. as if aware of watchers. But I stood before my audience. Mr. while Ted's hips bucked and sought upward for purchase of my mouth again. I peered up at our smoke alarm. gripped my sopping sex with head hanging back so I could leer upward ―cow eyes blinking closely into the camera 170 . which our watchers would never forget. he glanced up and to one side. I would claw off my husband's pants and position him with me beneath the smoke alarm for a fun-fest he would never forget. I watched myself tease and torture his tautness.. forgetting their own bodies from sheer wonder over the way of my womanly treatment of Man. Yes. is it? A hot feeling of . then returned to his feast with a satisfied smirk. My inner camera began screen-testing a scene wherein I was so bored with the performance on TV that I threw off my wrap in frustrated abandon.I'm not sure what: an I-will-show-them sort of indignation and determination …arose from my middle upward.
He jerked as such sensitivity was pressed rudely into course womanly pubic hair. each landing in a starburst of warm brightness on my chest. With hands braced on his sweaty knees. The staff of comfort poked up between my parted legs. crushing. The most ancient of dances― Fertility Reigns! When I heard Ted's voice grunting with anticipation. I launched my seat backwards and landed on his belly. I raised both arms. on my cheek and my crown. wet cradle I had prepared for him. I leaned forward and palmed his penis-head. The pearl was restored to its nurturing shell where it could grow in safe darkness to full potential. peaked a mountain and ground a grinding. like polishing a red delicious apple or shining a pearl of great ruddiness. jitterbugging polka round his maypole. There was a warning pulse from the base of my grasp. prodding me where my hands had been. grab my hips and pull me back down to a rear-facing seat atop his lap. there I danced a dance and arched an arch. Then I perceived it was time. I did what came naturally perched there upon my sire. blanketed his pulsing insistence with a two-handed grip and aimed his fount of life directly up at the camera. then: One ― Two ― Three jets of whiteness arced gracefully up and back. crying YES !! in wild triumph and licked the prize dripping down my face 171 . I saw Ted reach forward from his recline behind me.Room with a View II lens― as I bucked myself to the brink. burying his boyish irritation in the warm. I lurched up and dropped straight down. I stretched my toes off the end of our bed all the way to the floor. squeezing.
” (He pronounced solution like a car salesman. VERY . our green light was still on. then shut off their room light to rest. I held up the ritual offering for our camera's inspection and began licking the drippy cum from hand and knuckle bones. “Okay! I have SOLUTION. No? You never notice me..” He was gesturing toward the camera again. Two fingers of one hand availed ―like an island matron eating her poi― to spoon up Ted's generosity from the crevice of my breasts. I be very quiet.) “…take pictures HOME. TV don't work ―you no see pictures. However. I supposed that we were expected to do our turn now to revive their wilted interest. With a jolt. The Room-with-a-View TV showing was over now also.. okay? Have fun― forget I see. “Maybe you like your movie better. Then you take pictures …” (He pointed at the camera one more time.like cucaracha sneaky in the dark. my mind grasped the realization that our lobster and its delivery man were still in the room.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane onto ready lips. “I sorry. Our neighbors had expended all their energy in one energetic romp.) “You make for movie. something involving the camcorder. with great emphasis ―probably a common phrase for hotel staff to offer complaining guests.” 172 . Si?” Ted admitted so. He was attempting to express a proposal. parting them with my other hand. I was cleaning in between fingers with help of a dry nipple when the picture finally flickered out― Mental screen-test over.
okay?” Then he looked back at me ―still huddled naked under my comforter― with a giant grin and a nod.Room with a View II Room Service grinned and stepped back on both heels conclusively. I agreed. very happy with his speech: “So you watch at home. only Cable TV. get another hotel room― no view. I suppose).” We were seated at home before our own big screen. I wasn't sure.. but I thought my husband understood about as much as I did. the human kind is far more compelling than any of those animal nature films. *** “I like human nature.” Ted proclaimed. See. Si? Or maybe you stay. while the service man’s enthusiasm peaked: “I no charge your bill― On the house. However. Self-respect had indeed ruled out our bell-hop's final offer. reviewing the documentary of the male mind that Ted had prepared for me. I have solution.. So while he caught his breath (and watched choice scenes for new inspiration) I chatted and thumbed through our stack 173 . I do pictures FREE !! But no tell my boss. twice already now I had mounted to a class Everest peak just imagining . You like?” Ted and I looked at each other simultaneously.only imagining it (though Ted's saddle was real enough). Now my poor husband was quite starved for air of a lower elevation. “Yes. When neither of us answered (each waiting for the other to speak first.
No shame. But they do lust. The popular notion persists amid growing controversy that the institution of marriage has a dampening 174 . He sidled up to the screen for a closer inspection and waxed philosophic yet again: “You know. it's only human consciousness that can truly participate in the splendor of sexual abandon. as if we were actually creating Joy. “Animals just can't relish the art of it like selfconscious humans. “You can see it in their eyes― much like the look you get sometimes.” “Well!” I exclaimed. “Sexologists from across the nation have teamed to conduct a scientific survey to determine correlation between length of marriage and sexual satisfaction. so I began reading into his ear: “You have been selected by your college Sociology Department Chairman from a list of married alumni as likely candidates for a groundbreaking study.” There he goes again! I looked up from a curious letter to stare at Ted now as he concluded: “Animals are so absent-minded about it. “Speaking of experiments: Look at this.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane of accumulated mail.” He sighed back and paused the video upon a view of blossoming breasts ―mine. Might as well be subjects of a great passionless laboratory experiment.” Ted's eyes had drifted shut.” Ted mused sleepily.” I sighed. no joy. Ted. I barely understood him but agreed again: “Nor can they enjoy doing it like we do.
“Methods will include written and verbal interview of sex-partners (married and otherwise). a whimsical smile on his face …and totally relaxed. eyes still closed. (Paid for by CUM: Couples for Ultimate Matrimony. though growing ever more sophisticated and risk-taking in practice. 175 . also controlled sessions with professional sex therapists. Respond now to ensure your place in the project. all meals. yields less and less satisfaction apart from the permanency and security of marriage. as well as your own person and relationships. “This is a golden opportunity to serve your country. monitoring of sexual technique (both video and other physiological instrumentation). Simply complete and sign the enclosed pre-qualifying questionnaire ―both parties. “We enthusiastically invite you and your partner to join this historic study. rather than liberating this generation. please― for return in the envelope provided.)” I looked up at my partner. and transportation paid. which.Room with a View II effect upon the sense of sexual fulfillment enjoyed by couples. We aim to provide more conclusive data for public scrutiny and cultural assimilation. has actually entrapped pleasure-seeking adults and teen children into a self-defeating cycle of sex-play technique. contributing to a better culture for your children and grandchildren. Participants will be reimbursed for time. More conservative critics maintain that the opposite is true ―that the so-called sexual revolution. lodging.
“You interested?” He wasn't answering. lying there naked― intense interest plain as the nose on his . Talk about room with a view! What would Mother say? 176 . but I could tell his interest was aroused. There was no hiding it... very prominent. This body was certainly interested. What about self-respect? Any woman with an ounce of dignity (wife or mom) should want to help improve culture for the next generation of happy marriages.Fantasy Fun with Dick and Jane “What you think. Video monitor? Sex therapist? My eyes focused short of my shaky handheld letter to the goose bumps emerging over the aureole of a pale breast ―mine― the nipple aching to be licked or bitten or teased. I wondered myself what I might answer.well. Ted?” I queried.
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AUTHOR’s NOTE: Look for the sequel to this volume, soon to be released. Marital adventures continue …