Chapter 2
The morning light was glaring through the windows when he awoke. They were still on the couch, Janet in his arms. Someone had thrown a blanket over them during the night. He got up quietly off the couch and pulled the blanket back up over Janet, still naked and asleep. He pulled his pants up from around his ankles and fastened his belt. Picking up his suitcase he walked quietly upstairs. As he changed into fresh clothes and cleaned up he pondered his children. Ten years was a long time to be away, and they had grown and changed. He had meant what he said about Judy being almost as beautiful as her mother. She had the same fine features and blonde hair, long and straight, where Jan's was shorter and slightly curled. Judy's figure appeared to be almost a duplicate of Jan's when they had gotten married. As he shaved and thought about his daughter, he felt a stirring in his loins. He realized it was hard to have fatherly thoughts of a daughter he hardly knew.
Gathering up a likely looking robe, he returned to the couch and gently awakened Janet. "Hey, want to scandalize the children?" he asked, shaking her shoulder.
She pulled the robe on. "Did we sleep down here? Where'd the blanket come from?"
He scratched his head. "I think one of the kids got a bit of an education. It was over us when I woke up. I thought I heard someone just before I dozed off."
"Oh Lord, what next," Janet moaned, tying the belt. "I worry enough with the two kids in one room. Now this."
Phil smiled and reassured her. "Kids grow up faster today anyway. And as for the one room, today we look for a new house." He patted her rump. "Now you go up and get dressed and don't worry."
Janet smiled gratefully at him and headed up the stairs as he went into the kitchen. He was attempting to figure out an unfamiliar coffee pot when Tom wandered into the room in robe and pajamas, hair still mussed from sleep.
"G'morning, Dad. Need some help?"
"I sure do. What is this thing anyway?"
"Here, I'll get it." Tom began to measure out coffee and water for the pot. "How'd you sleep last night?"
Phil decided to brazen it out. "Great, but we never did make it to bed. Who came up with the blanket?"
Tom chuckled. "Judy did. We came down to clean up the dinner dishes and there you two were. You looked so happy we decided to leave you there. Oh, g'morning Jude."
Judy had wandered in, looking a little bleary-eyed, and headed for the refrigerator. As she poured some orange juice she muttered something about wine.
"Gives you a lousy hangover. Especially if you're not used to it," Phil noted, looking at her pained eyes. "Take some aspirin?"
"I did. Where's Mom?" Judy asked.
"Here I am, where's the coffee?" Still wearing the robe, she had untangled her hair.
Tom had taken charge of the kitchen. "Ready in a minute, if you all will get out of my way."
Following breakfast, Judy and Tom excused themselves to go upstairs. Shortly, Tom watched as his parents drove away to look at houses.
As he turned away from the window, his sister commented, "Dad's pretty nice isn't he?"
"Yeah." He began rummaging through the drawers of his dresser for something. "Hey, I thought I had a clean shirt in here."
Judy giggled. "You did. I'm wearing it."
"Why you!" Tom jumped for her, but she twisted aside and evaded his grasp, sprinting out the door and down the stairs. Dodging back and forth around the dining table and through the kitchen she managed to stay just out of reach. Back up the stairs, she tripped at the top and Tom landed on top of her. He managed to get two buttons of the shirt unfastened before she slipped away from him and dashed into their room. As she dodged around one bed, Tom jumped it, grabbed her and wrestled her down on the bed, finally pinning her arms flat with his knees.
"Now can I have the shirt?"
Judy giggled and shook her head. "You'll have to take it off me."
"Okay, I will." He began to unbutton the rest of the buttons, as her young breasts, heaving with exertion, strained against the white shirt. The cloth parted, and Tom felt a thrill shoot through him as he realized she was not wearing a bra.
Impishly, Judy tried to squirm away, making the partly unfastened shirt spread and show the bulge of her breasts. Tom quickly unbuttoned the last three buttons and spread the shirt, his hands rubbing down over her ribs to her sides, his eyes feasting on her young, firm tits. Suddenly their eyes met and locked seriously. Judy's breath came raggedly as she thrilled to her brother's touch. Tom wrenched his eyes away from her and got unsteadily up off the bed, trying to hide the too obvious bulge in his crotch.
Judy rolled off the bed and came up behind him. "Hey, it's all right," she said softly. "I don't mind."
"But it's wrong. You're my sister."
"Why is it wrong? You're a boy, I'm a girl. You saw Mom and Dad last night."
"Yeah." Tom tried to cover his confusion by gazing blankly out the window. "But that's different, they're married."
"Oh, silly, so what? What about Mom and Jake?"
He resolutely kept his back to her. "Tom, turn around." A new, huskier sound entered her voice. "Look at me."
Slowly, as if unable to resist, he turned and looked at her. She eased the shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. "Take off your robe, Tom."
Fumbling, as if hypnotized, he untied the belt and shucked off his robe, standing in just his pajama bottoms. As he studied his sister's pert young breasts his prick jumped. Tentatively, hesitantly, his hands reached out and brushed gently over her virginal nipples, making her gasp as they jumped to life and hardened. She took a step back.
"J-just watch." Her voice quavered a little as she reached down and fumbled with the snap on her too tight, tattered khaki shorts. As she lowered the zipper on the front they spread open from the top, revealing white lace bikini panties. Quickly she pushed the shorts down her shapely legs and stepped gracefully out of them. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of the panties she eased them down over her hips and stepped out of them. Casting them on the bed, she let him feast his eyes on her trim, young body. His gaze traveled down from her proud young breasts, crowned with small, tense pink nipples, followed the faint indentation down her flat belly to her navel, then lower. As his eyes locked on her cunt, thinly veiled with fine blonde hair, she took a step forward. Reaching out, she unsnapped the waistband of his pajamas and let them drop to the floor as his engorged cock sprang free, standing out boldly from the bush of black, curling hair at its base.
"See, now we're both naked. Remember when Mom used to give us baths together?"
"Y-yeah, but that was different. We were a lot younger then. And this didn't happen to me." His hand reluctantly strayed to his erect cock.
Judy's hand went to her cunt and probed briefly, gently. "This didn't happen to me, either." She displayed glistening, moist fingers.
"C-can I touch now?" His hand reached slowly toward her. As he brushed her pubic hair, she felt her knees suddenly go weak as a wave of heat spread through her.
She sat down heavily on the bed and he followed her, his hand rubbing her slit gently.
As she let herself fall backward on the bed her hand wrapped around his staff, smearing a crystal droplet of fluid from the tip down the length of it as she did so. Her eyes feasted on the veined length of it as she slowly stroked it. She gasped sharply as one of Tom's fingers probed suddenly into her. "Gently, I'm not used to that." She spread her legs slightly to give him better access.
As her hand moved slowly on Tom's cock, his breathing quickened. He reached down to her hand and tightened her grip on him slightly, speeding her movements. "Jesus, I think I'm going to come," he gasped.
With her free hand she was guiding his moves on her cunt, helping his searching fingers. She spread her legs wider and thrust her hips upward, pumping against his probing finger. At the same time she redoubled her efforts on his cock until she suddenly felt it jerk in her hand. As she looked at it, it spouted jets of creamy white come. The sight seemed to trigger something deep inside her, awakening her young womanhood and a wave of ecstasy swept over her, making her whimper with its strength. She abandoned herself to the feeling and the world swirled around her.
For long minutes neither of them could move or talk. Finally, Tom rolled over slightly and looked at his sister, her face glistening slightly with sweat. "God, that was good! Oh, God, that was good!" He nuzzled against her.
She turned her head toward him, love shining in her eyes. "Can anything that good be wrong?"
"I don't see how. But we'd better get things cleaned up a bit before Mom and Dad get home." He looked at his stomach and chest, spotted with his own discharge. "I need a shower."
Judy glanced at the clock. "It's only ten-thirty. They won't be home till at least noon." She bounced suddenly to her feet. "Let's take a shower together."
As they plunged under the steaming water, she grabbed the bar of soap and began to soap his back. Finishing that, she turned him, and, starting at his shoulders worked her way lower, scrubbing the light growth of hair on his chest. As she worked her way downward, Tom's flaccid prick began to twitch to life once again, springing to a full erection as her hands suddenly began a gentle probing and stroking of its base. Lovingly she lathered its full length, and as she continued to massage it and his balls with gentle fingers Tom took the soap from her and began washing her chest, marveling at the slippery softness of her breasts crowned with stiff young nipples. She spread her legs slightly, and he took the hint, working lather down her belly and onto her thighs, slowly circling his destination. Finally, his hands moved in on her pussy, pressing and probing with soapy fingers until he brought quickening gasps from her. She leaned backward against the wall, her hands working more quickly and surely on his throbbing cock until finally it again spurted forth. The come splattered on her softly rounded belly below her navel and trickled down to where Tom's hands were rapidly bringing her to a second climax. With an eager gasp she finally thrust her hips forward, pressing her cunt hard against the heel of his hand as his finger drove deep inside her and waves of pleasure blazed through her.
As they regained their breaths they let the warm water sluice the soap and juices from their young bodies. Finally, they stepped out of the shower and dried each other.
They had just dressed and finished straightening up their room when they heard the car pull in the drive. As Tom headed downstairs, Judy gave one last quick look around to make sure there was no evidence as to how they had spent the morning.
Phil had just given his wife's fanny a fond pat as she headed toward the kitchen, when the children came downstairs. He noticed but did not comment on the slight flush each had and the damp state of their hair.
"Find anything, Dad?" asked Tom.
"No, but we got a good lead from a friend of your mother's, Jake Wilson. He inherited a furnished house next door to him. Thought we might check it out." He followed Janet toward the kitchen. "Want to come along this afternoon?"
"Gee, I'd like to, but Jude and I both have to get down to the pool for swimming practice this afternoon. Then we have dates tonight."
"Okay. Listen, here's some money. I think Jan and I will eat out tonight. Why don't you and Judy take care of your own dinner."
Tom pocketed the money. "Thanks, Dad. We'll be home by one."
Janet frowned slightly. "Midnight, and don't you forget it, young man."
Tom grinned. "Okay, midnight. Can't blame me for trying. What's for lunch?"
Janet handed him and his sister sandwiches. "Here you are. What did you do all morning to work up such an appetite?"
Tom flushed slightly. "Nothin' special. You ready to go, Jude?"
His sister grabbed her half-eaten sandwich in one hand and a beach bag in the other. "Ready." Then they banged out the back door.
Their parents looked at each other and smiled as they made up a quick lunch. "You've done a fine job while I was gone, Jan."
She smiled gratefully. "Thanks, hon. But it'll be a lot easier now that you're here. And getting into a bigger house will take a load off my mind."
"You think they're getting too cozy?"
She sighed. "I don't know. They get along together awfully well. And they do spend most of their time together."
"What about tonight," asked Phil, sipping a beer.
"They're double-dating. In fact, they'll be with the Wilsons' kids tonight."
"Really? I thought he'd just gotten married."
"He did. His first wife died. Left him with a boy seventeen and a girl fifteen." Janet put her empty glass in the sink. "Ready to go?"
"Lead on." Phil followed her out the door.
The house was everything Jake had said. A large, airy two-story house. The living room, set to the rear of the house had glass doors floor to ceiling and wall-to-wall, opening out onto the pool deck. The California summer sun had heated the house uncomfortably. Phil mopped the sweat off his brow and gazed longingly at the completely enclosed pool. "What about a swim?"
"Right now? We don't have any suits along."
"So what." He slipped off his shoes and socks and began to unfasten his pants. "No one can see us here."
"What if somebody comes?"
"like who?" Phil was down to his shorts. "Besides, I'm hot." He stripped off his last covering, opened the door and strolled out onto the deck around the pool. Janet shook her head, smiled, and began to undress. Down to her bra and panties, she padded barefoot out onto the deck just as Phil took a dive off the board. She sat at the edge of the pool, her feet dangling as the waves from his dive washed against them. He popped up next to her, spraying her with water.
"Hey, woman, you're too well-dressed." He made a grab for her. She dodged aside, but not quickly enough as his hand caught the side of her bra. The sudden jerk ripped it off her and she tumbled on her back, squealing. She rolled away from the edge of the pool as he grabbed at her again. This time he managed to grab her flimsy panties, which parted without protest as he fell back into the pool. Janet was laughing with chagrin as he rose to the surface, brandishing his trophy.
"Phil Martin, you are impossible!" She stood up, naked and beautiful. "You were impossible ten years ago, and you're impossible now." With that she dove in and headed toward him. As they wrestled in the water, Phil relinquished his hold on her tattered panties to help keep his head above water, but felt himself shoved under. As he went down he grabbed her thigh, pulling her with him. They tangled underwater and found themselves pressed together. A moment later they were kissing, Janet reaching eagerly for Phil's prick underwater. As she held onto it, Phil got around behind her and looped one arm around her, grasping her breast intimately as he paddled to the shallow end of the pool. The water lapped around him as he rested on the steps, one hand pressing Janet's breast, the other reaching for her pussy, stroking, exciting. She twisted her head and eagerly sought his lips with hers as her hand fondled his erect cock. As his hand found her clitoris and gently teased it to life, her fingers automatically sought that most sensitive triangle of flesh just on the underside of the head of his penis. In seconds they were both panting as lust stirred in them with renewed fury. Twisting and turning, Phil got the head of his cock at the entrance of her cunt and gently pressed inward. Holding his shoulders to keep from drifting away, Jan eased herself down on him, feeling him work slowly up into her. The warmth of their coupling and the cool water added new thrills as he slowly moved in her. They drifted off the steps and, still locked together, belly to belly, Phil paddled on his back around the pool while Janet bit her lip from the incredible sensations overwhelming her. Occasionally Phil jerked slightly inside her, sending a new flash of lightening bursting upward from her loins. They drifted back to the shallows and he stood, holding her impaled on him. She leaned back, her legs wrapped around him. As he moved his hands over her breasts she looked to where their bodies ground together, the sight blurred and rippled by the water, his dark hair and her light mingling tightly. She drew up slightly, watching as bit by bit his cock emerged from her, cold water filling the space he vacated. She pressed back, feeling his warmth penetrate. Again, she pulled back, fascinated by the sensation of the cold water and the sight of his cock sliding out. She began to drive herself on him, pumping slowly, her mouth opening in passion as she watched him slide in and out, her breasts burning as he massaged them. Finally she could stand it no more and drove onto him harder and harder, passions building to new heights as he filled her again and again. Just as she was about to come she felt him spurting into her and that triggered her orgasm. Clinging tightly, she ground her pelvis against his as hard as she could sending new thrills blazing through her in waves as his cock finished its ejaculating. As she released herself from him and they separated, she sighed. "Oh, Phil! It's better every time, I swear it is!"
He smiled and drifted beside her. "Yep."
She nuzzled him. "Mmmmm, but we never do it the same way twice." She rolled over suddenly. "I did have other men while you were gone, you know. Just makes you seem that much better."
He floated on his back, his limp cock lazing in the water. "I know. I had other women, too. Just improves things with you." He glanced over at her. "Have anyone I know? You don't have to tell, you know."
Janet thought for a moment. "Only one you know-Jake Wilson."
"A good choice. Before he remarried, I presume.
"Uh-huh. He was lonely and horny. He's awfully nice."
Phil's cock twitched as he thought of Jan in bed with Jake. "What's his wife like?"
"Very nice, very pretty. She's an artist. Why?" Janet was by the edge of the pool, her arms behind her along the edge, her breasts bobbing gently on the waves, her legs spread.
"Just wondered." Phil drifted up between her legs and let his slowly stiffening prick nuzzle her cunt.
Janet pulled away. "Oh, no you don't. We've just been lucky no one's come." She lifted herself out of the pool.
They were dry and ready to dress before Janet remembered her bra and panties. She gazed at them, drifting near the bottom of the pool. "Oh, well. Guess I can go without for a little while." She had just gotten on her blouse and skirt when they heard a call from the front of the house. Phil hurriedly zipped up his pants. "Back here, Jake."
Jake emerged from the house. Shorter than Phil, he had an untidy head of red hair and a huge number of freckles.
"Hi, Phil." Jake Wilson grabbed Phil's hand and gave Janet a quick peck on the cheek. "What do you think of the place?"
"Great. We'll take it. The kids will love the pool."
Jake eyed the waves in the pool. "Looks like you two did, too." He spotted Janet's abandoned underwear but didn't let on. "Hey, reason I stopped by was to invite you two to dinner tonight."
"Sounds all right with me, okay by you, Jan?" Janet agreed. "What time?"
"Why not right now? Might as well save you a trip home."
Janet was hesitant, but Phil quickly assented. "What about my underwear?" she muttered anxiously to him as they followed Jake out of the house.
Phil grinned wickedly. "Keep your legs crossed. Seriously, Jake has seen it all before."
"Well, okay, I guess." She frowned. "But you keep your hands off tonight. You can turn me on too easily."
He chuckled. "Okay, hands off. I promise."
Jake led them up the drive and through the garage of his house. The back yard was dominated by a swimming pool and a barbecue set. A tall woman with jet-black hair was dabbing paint on a canvas. As they approached, Phil frankly admired her figure, highlighted by a minuscule black bikini. From the rear her hips were beautifully rounded, the low cut of the suit showing just the slightest cleavage between the cheeks of her ass. Her small waist tapered out smoothly to her shoulders. When she heard them coming she turned and Phil's breath caught in his throat. Janet heard and socked him in the ribs.
"Kathy, you know Janet Martin. This is her husband, Phil."
Phil found himself staring into a pair of sapphire-blue eyes. The contrast with her jet-black hair, cut short, and fair skin made him grab Janet's hand even tighter. "A pleasure." He indicated the painting, a seascape. "You're an artist."
"So this is the long lost Mr. Martin." She turned toward the painting, jutting her full breasts in profile to them. "I try, anyway." She daubed a bit of color on the canvas, then put the brush in a glass of turpentine. "I prefer portrait work. Painting live subjects. People fascinate me." She turned toward the house. "Can I get you a drink?"
"I'll get it, Kathy. You entertain them," Jake broke in. "What'll it be, folks?"
"Two gin and tonics for us," Phil said. After Jake got his wife's order, Phil asked Kathy, "If you like people, why the seascape. A lack of subjects?"
She rubbed absently at a spot of paint just above the top of her bikini, her breast jouncing slightly. "Uh-huh. People just hate to pose. Takes too much time. I gets lots of orders for portraits from photographs, but my style doesn't lend itself to that very well."
"You try to catch the inner person?" Janet asked, taking her drink from Jake and pushing the slice of lime down, only to have it rise back up.
"I guess you could say that," Kathy said, sipping her drink. "I don't like to try to get inside the person. What I like to do is catch them in their best surroundings, doing what they enjoy most. Eeep, that's cold!" She blotted frantically at a drop from her drink that had spilled down the cleavage between her breasts.
"Also, she-likes to do family portraits." Jake lowered himself into a vacant chair opposite Janet. "She does pictures of whole families at home, or just the parents on one canvas and the children separately."
Phil nodded. "Sounds like a good deal. Again, you try to get them in their own surroundings."
"Yes. And active, rather than passive. I don't need them just sitting still staring. As long as they're not moving too fast, that is. I did do one set of portraits of a family playing mixed doubles tennis. I had the father and daughter on one canvas and mother and son on the other. The father had just volleyed and the son was waiting for his shot. They hung them on opposite ends of their living room." She sipped her drink and smiled slightly. "From the sounds I heard over there," she added, gesturing at the fence between their yard and the pool where Janet and Phil had just been, "your favorite activity is hardly pain table."
Janet blushed furiously. "How much could you hear?"
Kathy chuckled. "Not much. Just a lot of splashing really. I guess you two need to make up for some lost time. Other than that, what are you planning on doing?"
Phil stretched and grinned, patting his wife's thigh, easing her skirt up slightly. He yanked his hand away before she could swat it. "Not much for a while. We don't need money, since I have all that back pay saved up."
Jake tried to arrange his tousled red hair. "Why don't you, after you get moved in that is, why don't you do some posing for Kathy. She needs some models."
Janet shook her head. "I don't think we're the type."
Kathy disagreed with her. "Nonsense. First of all, there is no 'type'. Secondly, you're certainly both attractive enough. I'd love to work with you."
Phil drained the last of his drink. "We'll think about it. Got any refills?" He waved the empty glass at Jake.
As the glasses were refilled the conversation turned to the latest political scandal.
The lowering sun finally drove Jake to mop his brow from the heat-the heat and his view of Janet's well-tanned legs. The thought of what she did not have on under her short skirt was driving him to gulp his drink and lose track of the conversation. "I don't know about you people, but I'm ready to take a swim."
Janet quickly demurred. "We didn't bring suits along."
Jake chuckled. "That didn't seem to stop you over next door."
Janet blushed. "That was different."
Kathy's full lips tilted up at the corners. "It certainly was! Come on Janet, I think we can borrow one of Beth's suits. Jake, why don't you dig out Jimmy's old suit for Phil."
Moments later the four of them erupted from the house and dashed headlong into the pool, Janet tugging anxiously at the minuscule bottom half of a bikini two sizes too small for her. The suit Phil wore was equally small and tight, and the bulge at his crotch showed plainly as he bounced off the diving board and entered the water with a tremendous splash.
Kathy followed him, her blue eyes flashing as she watched him swim under water, her full breasts threatening to erupt from the tiny top as she bounced vigorously at the end of the board. Diving headlong after Phil, she stretched her arm and grabbed for his leg. He twisted away as she brushed him. Diving under water he surfaced next to his wife and wrapped his arm around her. "You're it!"
He gave her a hearty kiss and sprang away before she could retaliate.
"Why you!" She dove after him, then twisted aside at the sight of Jake. Reaching out she placed both hands on his shoulders and shoved him vigorously under, shouting, "You're it, Jake!" just before his head went under.
Kicking off from the bottom, Jake shot off in the direction of his wife. Grabbing her in both arms and twisting over her, he shoved her under. Before she could recover he split away. Tossing her short black hair out of her eyes, she paddled warily in the middle of the pool while Phil and Janet taunted her from a safe distance. Her breasts threatening to burst the top of her suit, Kathy panted for a moment, then made a feint for Janet. Twisting suddenly she splashed after Jake. His red hair disappeared under water as he tried to elude his wife, but her hand reached him and shoved him deeper. Shooting to the surface he reached for Janet, trying to scramble out of the pool. His hands caught her waist from behind and slipped downward as she pushed up. They caught her suit bottom and began to roll it down. Shrieking, she just managed to pull free before she lost it.
Tugging it back up, she shook her finger at Jake and dove at Phil, floating in the middle of the pool. Reaching blindly for him under water, her hand hit his thigh and slid upward to his crotch. Before she pushed away he felt himself grow hard. Paying no mind to his obvious condition he leaped out of the water in pursuit of Kathy's flashing legs. As she dove off the board his hands grabbed at the bottom of her suit, pulling it down her thighs before his hands slipped and he tumbled after her into the water. He caught a brief, exciting glimpse of her cunt, shielded with jet-black hair. Not as quickly as she might have, she tugged her suit back in place, twisting to improve the men's view. Jake, having pulled himself up on the edge of the pool, frankly admired his wife's figure as he tried to catch his breath. Her pale complexion seemed totally unwilling to tan, making the small, black bikini stand out, the top cutting just above her nipples, barely concealing her full breasts. Her torso tapered smoothly to a tiny waist, her stomach flat and firm. The bottom of her suit, now that it was back in place, barely covered her femininity. He knew she had to shave below her navel to keep her lush growth of pubic hair from showing when she wore the suit. He glanced over at Janet and Phil.
They were in a tight embrace, their mouths locked together in a probing kiss. Janet twisted her legs together, her toes turning upward and thighs rubbing together as Phil's hand sensuously rubbed her stomach. Finally she broke the kiss and felt Jake's eyes studying her. Smiling slightly he jerked his head in the direction of the house before he turned toward Kathy. As he swam over to her, Janet and Phil arose and strolled indoors, arms about each other.
Kathy pushed off and floated on her back as Jake's large hands slid up from her waist and tickled her ribs before settling on her breasts. As he pressed and released their spreading fullness, her head sank beneath the surface, water pouring over her face. Laughing, she pulled away and swam over to sit on the steps. As Jake cuddled up to her, she asked, "Is she good in bed?"
Jake's hands stopped their roving. "What do you mean."
Kathy smiled, her blue eyes dancing. "You know what I mean." She trailed a finger down his arm. "Is she a good lay? You see, I know perfectly well you bedded Janet down before we were married."
Jake resumed his touching exploration of his wife's body. "Not bad. Not as good as you." He cupped the underside of her breast and lifted its full weight slightly. "Why?"
"Just curious." Her hand trailed down his leg to the knee and began to creep up the inside. "How did they manage to keep their marriage together over ten years?"
Jake shifted his attentions to her other breast, filling his hand with it. "The way those two love each other, I don't think an atom bomb could split them up." He twitched slightly as her hand found his prick and rubbed it gently through his suit. "She has a nice body."
"Tell me about it." Her hand continued its gentle motion on him as he hardened.
His prick swelled visibly as he thought about it. "She's different from you, smaller, for one thing." He trailed a hand down to the elastic top of her suit bottom and probed under it. "Her, breasts are smaller than yours, with lighter nipples. "They really cling to her ribs." His finger brushed into her pubic hair as Kathy leaned back slightly to make room for him. A quick tug of her hand untied the string of his suit and she slid her hand inside. His voice thickened slightly. "Her waist is a little larger than yours, in proportion that is, and her stomach swells out a little bit below her navel. Then it tapers into her, uh...."
"Cunt," Kathy said, her passion increasing as he continued. "Does she have much hair?"
Jake thrust himself to push his rock-hard organ into his wife's hand. "Almost none. It's a little darker than the hair on her head, slightly thicker and curlier." He quickened his exploration of his wife's cunt, delving one finger into her. "You can see the lips of it right through the hair."
"She sounds beautiful." Kathy's voice caught. "I bet he's quite a stud, too. I wonder what they're doing in there?"
As Jake felt himself nearing a climax from his wife's efforts he redoubled his efforts on her cunt. "Jan-likes it deep and hard near the end." His finger plunged deeply into Kathy and she welcomed it eagerly, panting as she felt his prick jerk in her hand and felt the warm juice smear her fingers. For minutes they just clung together, catching their breaths.
Finally they slid down into the water and paddled around to wash off the evidence of their mutual fondling.
As they toweled each other off, Kathy said, "You know, I really hope they'd like to pose. They really are beautiful people."
"Posed in their favorite activity?" Jake asked, chuckling.
A secret smile played over Kathy's lips. "Maybe, just maybe. Let's get supper started."
As Jake was building a fire in the barbecue, Janet and Phil rejoined them, looking pleased, flushed, and very much in love. "Help yourself to drinks and stuff," he said, indicating a table off to one side loaded with glasses and bottles.
As Janet sipped another drink she carefully rearranged her skirt, remembering her lack of undergarments. "Kathy, you have any idea what the kids had planned for tonight?"
"Dunno," she said, dabbing a bit more paint on her seascape and stepping back to study it. "I think a beach party was set. Worried?"
Janet smiled. "Always. Not about what they'll do, but what someone might do to them."
"I know what you mean," she said, mixing a new shade of blue on her palette. "You know, I figure they're bound to do what they please. I just worry about where they do it. Some of the things that happen on those 'Lovers' Lanes' are terrible. I think I'd let them screw in the living room rather than have them out there."
Janet nodded her agreement as she nibbled on a potato chip.