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