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 ï>¿A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  15 byBusyBadgerÂ(C)

   "Next Monday."

   It took a moment for Gwen's thought process to shift from the expected
response to the 'Nelson Plumbing' she had answered the phone with. 
"Natalie?"

   "That's me.  Next Monday."

   "What are you -""

   "Barry's got the day reserved for you next Monday.  Can you make it?"

   Gwen's head swam.  Thoughts of what she had committed to had never been
far from her mind the past weekend, thoughts that were both thrilling and
frightening.  Images of Tim receiving the gift and throwing her on the bed
to ravish her had sparred with him becoming disgusted and angrily throwing
the gift away.  Natalie's voice brought the roller coaster ride to the
crest of another hidden drop.

   "Next Monday?  But we're open -""

   "You're an owner.  I'm sure Tim will understand if you take a day off. "

   "I don't know if this is such a good idea, Natalie..."

   "No chickening out now.  It's a great idea.  We'll go up to Atlanta
Sunday afternoon -""

   "Sunday?  What do I tell Tim?  I never go anywhere overnight without him
now that the girls aren't riding competitively..." 

   "Tell him we're going up for some shopping on my day off and I want to
make a trip of it."

   "So, this is happening up there?"

   "Uh-huh.  The Inn at Little Falls.  Same place I did mine.  And I have
an idea on where to get your second outfit; we can do that on Sunday, too."

   "Do I need to book a room there?"

   "We can stay with Liz Sunday night.  Her ex has her daughter for a
month, so she's got the condo to herself.  The Inn's not too far from
there."

   "We -"I mean, I, couldn't impose on her like that!"

   "She already said it would be fine.  She's got plenty of room.  "

   The line went silent for a moment, Gwen thinking of some way, anyway,
out of this.  The fantasy had been fun, but it was rapidly spinning out of
control.  "I don't think I..." she began slowly.

   "Oh, hush.  Start writing up instructions on how many scoops of oats Tim
needs to give the horses while you're gone.  We'll work out everything else
when I come over on Friday."

   The week was filled with further reviews of Natalie's album and the
various portfolios on the website as well as the need to relieve the urges
these created.  It was not until Thursday night that she worked up the
courage to tell Tim of her trip.

   "Natalie asked me to go to Atlanta with her Sunday and Monday -"she's
going shopping and wants some company," she said as she lay nestled into
his side before they nodded off.  "Are you alright with me going?  If not,
I'm fine with staying here."

   Tim was mildly surprised by her announcement -"his wife and
sister-in-law had gone from polite acquaintances to BFFs seemingly
overnight.

   "Uhh, no, no problem, go have some fun," he replied, doing his best to
hide his surprise.  "Are you guys commuting, or getting hotel rooms?" 

   Gwen hesitated.  "No, I think we're staying with a friend of hers." She
said, unwilling to tell him the friend was Natalie's long-time lover.  She
pulled back the blankets to reveal his flaccid member.  Gently she put her
lips over him, anxious to avoid having to answer any more questions. 

   Natalie put Tim's shirt and a pair of Gwen's low heels in her car before
they began their ride the next morning.  She answered all questions about
the upcoming weekend with variations of "you asked me to arrange it, and I
am.  Just relax." 

   They made their way to the pool after the extended ride, Natalie's line
of discarded clothing leading to the water's edge while Gwen's was neatly
hung on a nearby chair.  "Oh, Barry wanted to know what kind of shoot you
wanted to do," the nude blonde said as she tread water.  "I told him as
graphic as he could make it -"start with a shot of you on your hands and
knees, ass up in the air begging for some doggy style, then get wild from
there.  Did I guess right?" Gwen's panicked eyes found her sister-in-law's,
her mouth open in horror.  "Just kidding.  I told him nothing too racy,
more along the lines of what I did.  I hope I wasn't off base?" 

   Gwen shook her head but said nothing.  It took her a few moments and
several sips of wine to recover from the shock. 

   Nothing more was said of the matter and Natalie soon climbed from the
pool and dressed for work, departing with a reminder that "she was taking
care of everything." The realization that this was going to happen gave
Gwen the same thrill she had been getting since she had said yes to this
crazy idea, but her nerves had finally reached a point at where they
cancelled out her sexual excitement. 

   She managed to control her shaking as she said goodbye to Tim late
Sunday morning, climbing into the passenger seat of Natalie's SUV while he
leaned into the driver side to talk to his sister-in-law.  It was not until
they had pulled onto the road that her self-control finally gave way and
her body began to tremble while her leg bounced rapidly. 

   "Hey, relax," Natalie soothed as she put her free hand over the ones her
sister-in-law had folded in her lap.  "You'll be great, and you'll have
fun. I promise!" Her hand stayed there for some time.

   The drive took three hours, the women talking about family and life in
general when Gwen could bring herself to talk, anything but about the
reason for their trip..  Natalie eventually pulled the vehicle into a
parking spot in front of a grey two-story condominium set in a sea of like
buildings. 

   "We're gonna use Liz's bathroom, then go shopping for your second
outfit, then on to dinner," Natalie announced as she set the shift to Park.
"C'mon in." 

   The pair made their way to the center unit of the building they were in
front of, the door opening soon after Natalie rang the bell.  Liz stood
there, her slender figure clad in a white shirt and jeans that Gwen swore
had been pressed, ruby red lipstick accentuating her pale blue eyes while
fighting for attention with the luxurious mane of red hair that flowed down
her back. 

   She traded a warm hug and kiss with Natalie, a more reserved hug and
smile for Gwen.  Pleasantries were exchanged and facilities used, and Gwen
came out of the bathroom to find Liz texting while Natalie looked on.

   "Cho said she'll meet us there," the redhead announced without looking
up from her phone.  "It's only a five minute drive for her."

   "Let's go." The three women headed for the SUV.  Gwen what somewhat
surprised that Liz was joining them -"she had not expected that -"but was
also curious who this Cho was.  Her shaking resumed. 

   "So, where are we going?" She asked from the backseat as her
sister-in-law pulled out of the parking space.

   "A friend of mine owns a boutique not too far from here," Liz answered
from the front without turning.  "Natalie told me what you were looking
for; I asked Cho if she might have something like that, she's pretty sure
she does.  She's not normally open on Sundays, but I called in a favor, so
she's going to open up for us." 

   "Thank you," Gwen stammered, unsure what else to say.  She had never
considered the possibility that Liz might know why she and Natalie were in
town, much less that her sister-in-law had discussed the scandalous details
with their host.

   "Nothing to it," the woman in the front seat said dismissively.  "But I
have to be honest, you never struck me as the type to be into this type of
thing.  You always seemed more, I dunno, conservative, I guess."

   "I didn't strike me as this type either," Gwen said with a blush as she
folded her hands.  "Natalie had quite a bit to do with all of this."

   "I just helped you let down your guard and your undies a bit," her
sister-in-law replied with a smirk. 

   They pulled into a small strip mall twenty minutes later.  A storefront
about halfway down the line featured pink fabric-screened windows that
prevented a look inside, white letters further obscuring the view on one
pane.  Sensual Sensations.  The name sounded familiar...and then Gwen
remembered.  The catalog locked away in the cabinet, the box her toys came
in...

   Natalie chose a spot near the entrance and led the way, Liz knocking
once they reached the door.  The lock rattled and turned, and the door
swung open to reveal a young Asian woman, shorter and a more full-figured
than Gwen.  "Please, come in!" 

   The trio entered and Gwen could hear the door being locked behind her as
she looked around in wonder.  A rack of condoms was directly in front of
her, more kinds than she believed could have existed, while to her left a
display of vibrators stood.  The entire front of the store seemed filled
with items she could not quite identify but knew to be things best viewed
discretely; the back half was filled with clothing, glimpses of leather and
vinyl making the store she and Natalie had visited for her garter seem
tame. 

   Natalie hugged the young woman as she moved to greet them, making it
obvious they had met before, and Liz bent slightly to hug her as well,
thanking her for opening up on her day off. 

   "Gwen Nelson, Cho Lin Chen.  She's the owner of this fine
establishment." 

   The young woman thrust out her hand.  "Pleased to meet you." 

   "Likewise, and thank you for letting me come in on your day off." 

   "No problem!  Always happy to welcome a new customer, especially if
these two are bringing her in!"

   "Liz and I met Cho at a Naughty Nightie party she was running," Natalie
said in explanation.  "She throws the greatest parties!"

   "It helps when you have such willing display racks like you and Liz."
Cho sized up the brunette standing across from her.  "If you're ever
interested, get these two to invite you along to one of my parties some
time.  I think you'd make an excellent model."

   Gwen blushed.  "Well thank you, I've never been to a...one of
those.kinds of parties before, and I think you're too optimistic about my
modeling skills." 

   "Let's see about that.  If you ladies will follow me." Cho set off down
an aisle, past a dizzying display of vibrators in all shapes, colors and
sizes, and into a forest of lingerie racks.  The trio followed, Gwen almost
running into Natalie's back when she pulled up short. 

   "Liz said a corset, right?" came a voice at the front of the line.  The
other women moved to the side to allow Gwen to come forward to where Cho
was holding several.  "She guessed at your size, so I pulled a few out in
advance.  She mentioned red and black, but she also said you might prefer
something not so risquÃ(C)...I pulled out a few while I was waiting, so
let's start with this one." She handed Gwen an all-black garment.  "It
latches up the back, so it can be a pain in the ass to get in and out
of...want me to help you?" 

   "I can help her," Natalie quickly offered.

   "All right then!" Cho said brightly.  "Dressing room's back there
-"c'mon out when you get it squared away and we'll see how it looks." 

   Gwen numbly moved in the direction the woman was pointing at.  Come out?
It was bad enough Natalie was going to see her in this outfit meant solely
for enticing a man into having sex, but two strangers as well?  She found
the tiny cubicle, really only large enough for one body, and began to
undress while Natalie stood in the doorway.  She stopped at her bra and
panties and reached for the corset that her sister-in-law now held, but
Natalie pulled it back.  "Uh-uh.  Everything.  We wanna see the full
effect."

   Reluctantly she removed her underwear and stood there naked, shivering
slightly.  Only then did she get the garment.  She understood the need to
wrap it about her, and Natalie did the rest, hooking her up while she
adjusted it about her breasts and hips.  The garment sat high on her hips
and low across her breasts, squeezing her as Natalie closed it from bottom
to top, the final clasps not causing her any issue despite the snugness. 
The reflection showing her covered breasts and midsection while her bare
pubic mound and bottom were prominently on display.  Nervously she turned
for her sister-in-law's inspection. 

   "Not bad," she said noncommittally.  "Not big on the garter straps -"I
was thinking more of a thigh-high stocking, but let's see what the others
think." Natalie moved aside to give Gwen room to exit the cubicle. 

   "There's no customers here, right?  None of the other employees?" 

   Natalie chuckled.  "You want their opinion, too?  No, nobody else." 

   With a deep breath, Gwen padded past a row of racks holding filmy gowns
to an open space where Cho and Liz stood.

   "Not bad," the shop owner agreed, further adjusting the garment while
Gwen turned for her.  "Is it too tight?  It looks like you're getting red
in the face.  This won't be any good if you can't wear it for any length of
time." 

   Gwen turned a deeper red, unwilling to admit that her flush was due to
the embarrassment of being bottomless in front of these women.  Off to the
side she caught a glimpse of Liz whispering to Natalie and gesturing at her
mostly-naked body with a nod.  "No, it's snug, but not uncomfortable," she
answered. 

   "Good.  Fits nice, but you have the kind of body just about anything
will look good on." Cho turned her again.  "And if you don't mind me saying
so, you're ass and legs are incredible.  Put you in a pair of heels and the
boys -"if that's your thing -"will be all over you."

   Gwen turned a brighter red.  "Thanks, but I'm married."

   "Lucky, lucky man" the Asian woman murmured as her fingers brushed
through Gwen's abundant patch of hair to tug the bottom of the corset. 
"OK, next one, please." The woman handed her something that appeared to be
a version of what she already wore, but in white.  The process was
repeated, Gwen and Natalie retreating and returning, Cho turning her and
adjusting here and there.  With a satisfied nod, she reached for a nearby
hanger and gave Gwen something with an abundance of red silk and black
piping. 

   Gwen's breath caught in her throat.  This was the one!  This was the
Slut, come to life!  Please let this fit, she thought as she made her way
back to the dressing room.

   Natalie stood back as Gwen's shaking hands closed up the concealed hooks
on the front.  To her relief, it felt like she had wrapped a brand new silk
riding glove about her body.  It hugged her in all the right places without
feeling restrictive.  Something about this one was different than the
others, nastier, sluttier, more right.  She looked at herself in the
mirror. The first two she had tried on, while far racier than her normal
attire, somehow looked like they would not have been out of place under
some of the dresses she had seen on women at elegant functions in magazines
and on TV.  This one though, this one screamed Slut.  Her breasts were
pushed together to present more cleavage than she had ever looked down
upon, while the bottom hugged her waist, accentuating her tight rounded
buttocks.  Despite her desire for this ultimate expression of wickedness,
she looked at Natalie with uncertainty.

   "Wow.  If I didn't know your preference for granny panties, I'd say you
were born to wear that thing.  Let's go see what Cho says." 

   The smile on the shop owner's face made her feelings clear.  "If you're
comfortable wearing something this hot, I would say we have a winner," she
said as she moved about, primping and pulling on the taut fabric.  "I think
I know the pair of panties to go with this -"something lacy, black, and
very brief."

   "I get to wear underwear with this?" Gwen asked hopefully, looking over
at Natalie.  The onlookers laughed. 

   "It's your outfit, you can wear or not wear whatever you want," Cho told
her.  "Although I think wearing anything more than absolutely necessary
would be a shame.  In this case, though, I think undies might add just a
little bit of mystery, at least until you're ready to lose them.  So, is
this the one?"

   Gwen surprised herself with how quickly she answered.  "I think so." 

   "Very good.  Shall I wrap it for you, or would you like to wear it
home?" 

   Her blush renewed.  Wrapped, please." She hurried back to the dressing
room where Natalie whisked the garment away as soon as she removed it. 
Gwen emerged to find her package ready and paid for, a gift from her
sister-in-law despite her protests. 

   Cho saw the women off after they had given her their thanks and she had
repeated her request for Gwen's attendance at her next party.  Drinks and
food were next.  "There's a great Italian place between here and my house,"
Liz offered, and helped Natalie find her way to the eatery. 

   The conversation during dinner revolved around the college roommates'
lives while Gwen quietly sipped her wine.  Her elation over her find at the
boutique had again been replaced by nerves over the occasion it was wanted
for.  The roller coaster climbed; the roller coaster dropped.  Natalie and
Liz could sense the reason for her silence and did their best to keep her
distracted. 

   Between the casual confidence both of these women displayed and the
wine, she was feeling somewhat better when they walked back into Liz's
condominium later that evening.  Another bottle was opened and emptied as
they sat and talked before bed, but Gwen was careful not to overdo it, the
lessons from her night at the resort still fresh in her mind.  Liz's cell
rang, and she moved to the kitchen to answer it.

   "Hey listen," Natalie said quietly as she bent towards her
sister-in-law. "Liz and I were talking while you were trying on stuff -""

   "I saw you whispering something," Gwen replied, fear beginning to rise.
"Was something wrong?" 

   "No, no, everything's fine.  It's just that, well, we noticed your bush
has gotten pretty, umm, lush.  Does Tim like it like that?" 

   Gwen felt her personal hygiene being called into question and wanted to
crawl under the seat cushion.  "I don't know -"he's never said anything
-"is it bad?  " She babbled.  "Is it ugly?" 

   "No, not at all," Natalie reassured her.  "It's just that we thought the
underwear Cho picked out for you might work better with a shorter
hairstyle. If you and Tim aren't in love with the current carpet," she
added quickly.  "If you are, I'm sure Barry can make that work, too."

   "Why would Barry care about what I look like down there?  I thought I
wasn't going to show anything like that!" 

   "The finished product may not show you down there, but trimming it back
some might give him more to work with.  Remember how my pictures showed my
bunny tail?"

   Gwen nodded miserably.  "But I didn't bring any scissors..." 

   Natalie smiled.  "I'm sure we can borrow some from Liz, and I've got a
fresh razor."

   "A razor?  Won't a trim be enough?" 

   "Don't worry, we're not going to take it all off.  I'm just gonna make
it little tighter and little 

   sleeker."

   Gwen couldn't bear to look at her sister-in-law.  "I can try and trim it
up some..."

   Natalie gently laughed.  "Your hands are shaking like a leaf, and the
wine and your inexperience won't help.  Let me do it.  My job has given me
plenty of experience."

   "I couldn't ask you to do that!" 

   "You don't have to ask, I'm volunteering.  C'mon, let nurse Natalie do
her thing." 

   Gwen took a gulp of wine.  "Alright, I guess." 

   Liz returned from the kitchen, holding the phone out.  "Nick.  Just
wanted to let me know what he and Ashley did this weekend.  He was an
asshole as a husband, but I gotta admit, he's a good father."

   Natalie stood.  "Got a pair of scissors?  I need to give a haircut."

   Liz looked at Gwen and smiled.  "I do.  You're in good hands.  Natalie's
done mine more than once.  I'll go get 'em." 

   "Why don't you head into the spare bedroom," Natalie suggested, "Let me
gather up some things and I'll meet you there." 

   Gwen arose and moved down the hall to a room on the left.  Closing the
door behind her, she sat on the edge of the bed, hugged herself, and
waited. There was soft knock 5 minutes later, the 

   door opening before Gwen could answer, and Natalie entered, carrying a
basin of water, a towel and a small cloth bag.  She smiled, and after
setting the basin on a nearby dresser, moved to Gwen. 



   "OK, stand up." Natalie laid the towel she held on the bed.  "You can
leave your top on if you want, but the pants gotta come off for this to
work." 

   Gwen undid the button and slid down the zipper, pushing them down about
her ankles and stepping out of them. 

   Natalie smirked.  "Still gonna be tough with your undies on." They
joined her pants. 

   "Better.  OK, lay back on the towel."

   Gwen climbed on to the bed and positioned herself so her head was on the
pillows and her bottom was on the upper edge of the towel, her legs drawn
together. 

   "OK, scooch down -"get your butt down far enough so your legs dangle off
the end."

   Again the bottomless woman moved, doing her best to keep her legs
together while she approached Natalie.  Her hands lay stiffly at her side
as closed her eyes, too embarrassed to watch what was happening at the foot
of the bed. 

   A pillow was placed under her head.  She didn't see her sister-in-law
retrieve the basin of water, scissors, and razor, and return to where she
lay.  She did feel her firm grip about her left ankle though, the hand
gently pulling her leg up and out until her heel rested on the edge of the
bed.  Gwen's eyes popped open in surprise, long enough to confirm it was
Natalie who had a hold of her, then squeezed shut again, believing that not
seeing was not knowing.  Her other ankle was grasped and her leg placed the
same way, and she was in position that reminded her of a gynecological
exam. She felt the presence of another body close by her opened thighs,
then her sister-in-law's gentle voice.  "I'm going to start now.  Don't be
nervous, I've got this." 

   Gwen felt the soft touch of Natalie's hand on her pubic mound, gently
ruffling the verdant patch of hair.  A tuft was gently grasped and pulled,
the snick of the scissors relieving the tug of the hair.  The hand and
scissors worked quickly and in tandem, moving around and across, the
tugging becoming less as cold metal began to occasionally make contact with
her skin.  Gwen could feel the occasional pulls begin to move further down,
into the space between her spread thighs. 

   The hand and scissors moved all about her sex, cutting stray hairs here,
taking a clump down close to the skin there.  Gwen lay stiffly, doing her
best to remain still as Natalie worked, fearful of what a stray cut might
do.

   She was brought back to full alert as her hand roughly brushed the
remaining hair on Gwen's mound, then repeated the process between the
junction of her thighs, a finger coming dangerously close to slipping
between her lips.  "Getting there," Natalie muttered.  "Need you to hold
still now." She could hear the contents of the basin being splashed, and
was startled as the skin beneath her greatly thinned patch was wetted down,
the feeling a shock despite the warm water.  The shaving cream that was
liberally applied next was no less surprising.

   Gwen's eyes remained screwed shut as the blade first glided against her
skin, high and to the left of her mound, occasionally finding resistance as
it met stray hairs.  Natalie continued to work, down between her
sister-in-law's legs, razor gliding perilously close to the tender skin of
Gwen's labia. 

   "With all that hair, I never realized you've got such cute little pussy
lips," Natalie murmured as she worked.  "So delicate.  Not like my big ole'
mudflaps." 

   Gwen was speechless.  Politeness required she say something, but she was
talking about her flower petals!  Not that Gwen had ever really noticed
them before -"she didn't spend a lot of time looking at herself in that
region, and she had just assumed that she and Natalie -"and all women, for
that matter, just had the same equipment. 

   "I think yours are beautiful," was all she could manage before the Lady
shut her up.  She mustn't think you were looking there!

   "Thanks," Natalie chuckled, "but mine look like big old dangly elephant
ears.  Nothing like yours.  Yours are even smaller than Liz's." 

   There were several slow scrapes across the skin below her opening, and
she felt another towel being worked through her crotch, mopping up any
excess shaving cream and fluffing the remaining covering.  There was a
pause, and Gwen thought the embarrassing exercise finally finished.  To her
shock, a finger -"Natalie's finger -"pushed between her folds and found the
ring of her opening before quickly coming up between her lips and over her
clitoris.  Gwen's eyes flew open to find her sister-in-law holding a hand
mirror, smiling mischievously.  "I like it.  Wanna look?" 

   She took the mirror from her and clumsily tried to position it while
craning her neck to get into the optimal viewing position.  It was gone! 
Not all of it, but the unruly mop that had run from her mound down between
her legs was now a trim, silky vee, the point balanced just above her
clitoris.  Natalie had taken off even more than Gwen's attempts at getting
it to where her bikini would hide the remainder.  The view between her legs
particularly fascinated her.  She had never really looked down there
before, and she really examiner her sex for the first time.  Bare skin
formed strips from either thigh to the dusky line of her bare slit, the
deep shading a sharp contrast to the pale skin on either side.  Gwen looked
up at her sister-in-law in wonder, then back down into the mirror.  "It's
certainly different," was all she could manage. 

   "It'll grow back if you don't like it," Natalie said with a bit of
disappointment in her voice. 

   "No, no, I like it," Gwen said hurriedly, anxious to show her
appreciation for her sister-in-law's efforts.  And in truth, she did, it
was just very new and very exposing. 

   "Well, too late now if you don't," Natalie said with a smile as she
reached for the mirror.  "Lay back and let me finish." 

   Gwen did as she was told before even asking to think what might be left.
The snap of a plastic lid was followed by the sensation of cool liquid on
her now-exposed skin.  "Baby oil," Natalie explained.  It'll help the spots
I just shaved." Her hands worked on smoothing the oil around, doing her
best to keep it out of the remaining triangle of hair.  A finger raced to
catch a stray drop running down the patch below Gwen's opening, stopping it
just before it reached her rosebud, bringing it back up and around the now
smooth surface.  The finger made three trips up her slit this time, once
for each side of her lips, and once straight up the middle.  Gwen flinched
each time, but did not stop her. 

   "Much better." Gwen's eyes again flew open, and she vowed not to close
them again.  Liz stood next to her upturned knee, looking down in approval.
"You've got such a beautifully petite body, the fur coat you had between
your legs just looked way out of place.  I think that's a much better look
for you."

   Gwen would have closed her legs in modesty if not for her sister-in-law
between them.  "Uhh, thank you?" 

   Liz smiled.  "Nat, leave the stuff out and you can do me next." 

   "Be happy to." 

   Gwen scrambled to get off the bed, a sudden urge to cover herself coming
over her.  "I should, uhh, probably get ready for bed," she explained as
she reached for her underwear.  "Am I on the couch?" 

   "No underwear tonight," Natalie cautioned.  "Let that baby oil sink in.
And you're in here tonight." 

   "But where are you going to sleep?"

   Natalie gave her a patient smile.  "Liz lets me use some of her bed." 

   The light suddenly went on in Gwen's head.  "Of course!  How could she
be so stupid?

   "Oh -"yes -"right -"I had completely forgotten that you and she, uhh,
you two..." Both Lady and Slut were in agreement for once and counciled her
to just shut up. 

   Natalie smiled.  "You OK with that?  I kinda thought you might just
assume..."

   "No it's fine, really.  You two, uhh, sleep well together, I just, umm,
am going to get ready for bed now, long day tomorrow..." 

   Natalie kissed her on the cheek.  "You sleep well, too.  See you in the
morning."

   "There are fresh towels in the bathroom across the hall," Liz told her
as they gathered up the shaving supplies.  "Help yourself to whatever's in
the kitchen if you're up before us...just yell if you need anything."

   Gwen looked at the floor as she smiled and nodded.  The door was quietly
shut behind the retreating pair, and she was alone in the strange bedroom.
She quickly stripped down to her bra and socks before putting on her
nightgown -"the idea that she would have to go without panties in somebody
else's house was foreign enough, anything less was completely out of the
question. 

   She could hear Liz and Natalie in the kitchen cleaning up as she crossed
the hall to the bathroom.  The house was dark when she re-emerged, the only
illumination coming from a nightlight and the glow of lamps escaping from
underneath bedroom doors.

   Gwen slid under the covers of her bed and turned out the lamp.  She lay
there in the dark, looking at the ceiling, trying to calm her nerves,
listening to the soft, muffled voices of the two women in the next room. 
She remembered Tim telling her more than once how housing development
builders tended to use materials and techniques that were just good enough
to finish the project, and the sound-blocking qualities of the wall
separating the two rooms were proof.  While their words were
indistinguishable, she could tell from the tone and inflection who was
speaking. 

   The Lady insisted she stop listening in on their private conversation,
but Gwen found it hard to shut it out.  Instead, she began to dissect her
'haircut', step by step.  Had Natalie really touched her down there?  The
shaving was one thing, but her sister-in-law's fingers running through her
most private spot?  Maybe she was checking for shaving cream and making
sure she got the oil everywhere, Gwen reasoned.  It couldn't have been
intentionally inappropriate. 

   The soft squeak of the bed on the other side of the wall interrupted her
deliberation.  Somebody had lain down on it.  Natalie or Liz, she wondered.
A second squeak a few moments later made the point moot.  They had lowered
their voices, but their closeness to the wall negated the effect.  Gwen's
thoughts began to drift into the next room despite the Lady's protests. 
Were they just sharing the bed tonight, or would there something more? 
Were they in each other's arms, were they dressed?  The sound of the bed
squeaking with enough force to suggest two bodies were on the move,
followed by a giggle, almost certainly Natalie, answered several of her
questions. 

   The bed continued to play tattletale for the next forty five minutes,
the headboard occasionally making contact with the wall telling her it was
not a case of restless sleepers.  Murmurs and more soft laughter came from
the next room, and Gwen couldn't be sure whether she was imagining the
occasional sigh or moan.  There was no doubt in her mind, though -"she was
listening to two people having sex, to her sister-in-law having sex, to her
sister-in-law having sex with another woman.  The Lady had long ago given
up trying to get her to stop, to maybe go sit in the living room for a bit
until they were finished.  For the first time, Gwen was listening to the
sounds of female passion. 

   Eventually there was a soft wail, a cry she knew was not pain or fear
but unrestrained pleasure, followed by another a few moments later.  There
was some more murmuring, more soft laughter, then silence.  Gwen
desperately wanted to reach under her gown and touch her naked sex, to give
herself the pleasure she had heard in the next room, but there was no way
that was going to happen tonight.  Not in somebody else's house, not in
somebody else's bed, and especially not with the admission that the sound
of her sister-in-law's orgasm had brought her to this state.  The nerves
over what tomorrow would bring returned to eventually drive any desire out
of her.  She slept fitfully.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  16

   The alarm in the next room awoke Gwen at 6am.  She had not slept much,
only dropping off after she had finally risen at one point to put on her
underwear, sure the oil that Natalie had applied the night before had
dried.

   She lay there a moment, hearing the squeak of the bed on the other side
of the wall as two bodies rose from it, debating whether to get up and
shower first or go to the kitchen for coffee.  Before she could do either,
there was a soft knock on her door as it opened a crack, not enough that
Gwen could see who it was.

   "Gwen?  Rise and shine.  Places to go, things to do, people to see,
pictures to take.  C'mon and have a cup of coffee with us, honey."

   "Thanks Natalie, I'm up.  Be right there." Coffee would make showering
and dressing a bit easier, she decided.  The robe she had brought was
thrown over the gown she wore, and she made her way to the kitchen.

   Her sister-in-law was already there, pouring coffee from the maker that
had started ten minutes before the alarm went off, her bare bottom peeking
from underneath a t-shirt emblazoned with her alma mater.  So much for
modesty, Gwen wryly noted. 

   Natalie turned, mug in hand, and leaned to kiss her on the cheek. 
"Mornin' sweetie.  Sleep well?"

   "Not really..." 

   "I'm sorry.  Strange bed, missing a handsome stud beside you, nerves, or
all of the above?" 

   "Nerves," she replied as she took the cup from her hands.  She was not
about to admit that the previous day's activities and sounds had been a
factor as well. 

   "Well, hopefully you got enough sleep to be on your game today.  Aren't
you excited?  I know I am."

   "Scared as all get out, thank you very much." 

   Natalie laughed as the pair sat down at the small table.  "I wish you
wouldn't be.  You'll end up loving this, you'll see!" 

   "'Morning," Liz called out softly as she glided around the corner.  Gwen
instantly felt self-conscious.  Where she knew she had bed head, sleep
lines and a slightly disheveled appearance, Liz looked as elegant as ever
in a full-length black satin robe tied loosely about her waist, her red
mane flowing down her back like it had just been carefully brushed. 

   "'Morning" the others replied as she took a mug on the counter before
continuing on to the refrigerator.  The robe gaped open as she bent to pull
milk from a lower shelf, and Gwen caught sight of a bare breast, larger
than hers, capped by a pink nipple.  She guiltily looked away.

   Liz straightened and put the carton on the table before casually untying
the robe, flipping it open and loosely retying it, making it apparent she
wore no underwear whatsoever underneath.  Gwen caught a glimpse of her
shaved sex and wondered if that too was Natalie's handiwork. 

   "See anything you want to eat?" 

   Gwen's eyes flew from the waist of the woman standing before her to her
eyes.  Liz smiled down at her, a knowing look on her face.  The seated
woman's face turned hot.  "Uhh, thank you, no, I'm not really hungry."

   "Somebody's nervous," Natalie said with a sympathetic laugh, rubbing her
forearm for support. 

   "Just remember that Barry and Sandra have seen it all many, many times
before, stuff a lot more graphic than you're going to do today for sure,
and that the end result is going to be something your husband will treasure
for the rest of his life.  I was pretty nervous too, until we got to work."

   "You've had these kinds of pictures taken before?" Gwen asked, surprised
that the cool, collected woman in front of her had ever been nervous in her
life. 

   "Not exactly.  Mine were a little more extreme.  Barry asked me to pose
for some artistic nudes, and boy was I nude.  Of course, so was the poor
guy I was posing with.  His nerves were a bit more apparent until he got
into it as well.

   Anyways, help yourself to whatever you can find.  I've got to start
getting ready for work." Liz swept out of the room as elegantly as she had
entered, coffee in hand.

   "You should probably start getting ready, too.  I'm sure they'll want us
there earlier than later so Sandra can do up your hair and makeup." Natalie
rose, kissed her on the top of the head, and followed Liz down the hallway.

   Gwen took two more sips before deciding she could not delay the
inevitable any longer.  She made her way back to her room, the sound of the
shower in the master bath coming through Liz's open bedroom door.  A quick
glimpse of Natalie moving about confirmed she had discarded what little
cover she had worn in the kitchen. 

   With a sigh, Gwen gathered her things and moved to the guest bathroom.
She admired the look and feel of her new hairstyle after she had stripped
down, running her fingers over the now bare skin while looking at herself
in the mirror.  The smooth feel where for many years there had been thick,
curly hair fascinated her.  Her hand continued its exploration after she
stepped into the shower, even as the excitement and dread of what she was
about to do again crept over her. 

   She called Tim after she had finished her preparations and returned to
her room.  She did her best to hide her nerves from him, trying to turn the
conversation from her activities to his own, and was relieved when she was
able to end the call and send him over to the shop.

   Gwen returned to the living room to find Natalie and Liz saying their
goodbyes.  Despite the activities she had heard the night before, she was a
little surprised by the quick kiss they shared before Liz moved to where
she stood, hugging her and kissing her cheek.  "You'll do great," she said
with a smile.  "May I see them when they're done?" 

   "Of course," Gwen replied politely after figuring out she was referring
to the photos, having never considered the possibility that someone else
might actually want to see them.  "I doubt they'll be much to look at,
though." 

   "I think you're wrong," Liz called over her shoulder as she scooped up
her briefcase and headed for the door.  "Don't forget to lock up." 

   Natalie turned the SUV onto a dirt road forty five minutes later, past a
large wooden sign for "The Inn at Little Falls", and up another quarter
mile up through fields to a large house sitting on a low rise.  A couple of
cars were already parked in front of the white porch that ran the length of
the front, two well-dressed middle-aged men standing at the top of the
broad wooden steps. 

   "Norman!  Steven!  How nice to see you again!" Natalie called as she
climbed up towards them, Gwen in tow.  Hugs and kisses were exchanged
between the three before the man on the left separated himself and turned
to Gwen. 

   "Hello, I'm Norman Hewitt and this is my partner, Steven Marcotte," he
said gesturing to the man behind him.  Welcome to the Inn at Little Falls.
You must be Gwen?" 

   "Yes, sir," she replied, taking the offered hand. 

   "Barry and Sandra are already here, setting up for you," Steven told her
as he and Natalie moved towards the main doorway.  "We have a couple who
stayed with us last night and are just getting ready to leave, and then the
place is yours for the day!" 

   "Barry asked for the Garden room for the morning," Norman explained as
he escorted Gwen up the remaining stairs.  "But if you or he want something
different, just let us know.  We've got an empty house until tomorrow
night."

   "We were going to use that room, but you still had guests in it when we
got here," Natalie called out as they moved down a wide hall towards the
back of the house.  "But we got to use the garden after they left!"

   "I'm sure it will be fine," Gwen told the handsome man next to her, "Mr.
McCall would know better than I." 

   The hallway ended at a partially open oak door.  Natalie disappeared
into the room, and there was the sound of a man and woman greeting her
enthusiastically. 

   Gwen hesitated, suddenly unwilling to take those last steps and turn the
corner.  Another step to this fantasy becoming real, to becoming the slut
her mother had always warned her about.  Natalie's head popped back through
the doorway, an expectant smile on her face.  With a deep breath, Gwen
moved forward. 

   She entered the room and had to stifle a laugh.  The photographer of her
fantasies, the thirty-something hunk, was actually a slightly potbellied
man in his early sixties, his six-foot-two frame topped by a by a crown of
silver hair surrounding a shiny bald head.  A trimmed silver-white beard
stretched across his jaw from ear to ear. 

   A deep rumble filled the room.  "Gwen?  Barry McCall.  It's a
pleasure." 

   Gwen reached for the massive paw being offered her.  "Thank you for
taking the time to do this -""

   "Again, my pleasure.  Your pictures, particularly your equestrienne
shot, told me I had an exquisite subject to work with, but I must admit,
they did not do you justice." 

   "Pictures?"

   "I sent Barry some photos of you," Natalie hurriedly explained.  "To
give him an idea of what you looked like.  Some things we had taken at
family get-togethers.  I had a photo of you at a dressage competition that
I sent, too." 

   A tall woman, perhaps only a couple of inches shorter than the man who
had been screening her, stepped forward.  "Sandra McCall," she said
offering her hand.  Gwen took it and looked up at the woman.  She was in
her mid-fifties at least, carefully coiffed blonde hair piled on top of her
head, a figure that showed just a hint of middle-aged spread.  "I'm here to
make sure my husband makes you look every bit as beautiful in your photos
as you are in real life."

   Gwen blushed as Barry continued on.  "I don't think we'll be needing you
much today, dear.  Maybe highlight those stunning eyes a bit, get her hair
just so...she's one too much makeup would be a waste on.  Of course, what
you will be wearing -"or not wearing," he said with a conspiratorial grin,
"will have an effect on that as well."

   "Let me go get her things," Natalie called out and left the room. 

   "I, uhh, let her pick out what I should wear.  I have no idea about this
kind of thing," Gwen explained.

   "Natalie gave me an idea of what you and she had in mind...you're doing
this for your anniversary, right?" Gwen nodded.  "Then what ever you think
your husband would like is what will work.  Business outfit, lingerie,
chicken costume..." Another disarming grin. 

   Sandra motioned to a nearby tray.  "The boys brought in some breakfast.
Would you like something before we start?  Perhaps a Mimosa?" 

   "I'm, uhh, not sure what that is..." 

   "A mimosa?  It's champagne and orange juice.  Some triple sec, too, if
you want to be official, but we don't have any of that this morning, I'm
afraid."

   The Lady was shocked.  Alcohol for breakfast?  Unthinkable!  The Slut
argued that to decline might be rude.  Gwen hushed them both.  Breakfast or
not, a drink -"just one, she cautioned herself -"would certainly help her
nerves.  "I'd like that -"thank you." A fluted glass appeared in her hand,
and Natalie appeared soon after carrying the white box from Sensual
Sensations and a duffle bag.  Gwen sipped nervously while the package was
opened and the duffle unzipped.  A lacy pair of black panties was produced
first, and she caught herself breathing in deeply at the sight of the
corset as it was removed from the tissue paper it was wrapped in.  Natalie
held it up for the photographer's inspection while the model it was
intended for blushed furiously.  Barry nodded his approval and began
adjusting the lighting he had brought. 

   "I like it.  Can never go wrong with one of those.  I've always wanted
to find one of those old West saloons and do a dance hall girl shoot with
the model in something just like that.  Let me finish up with this, and I
can go check on the next location while Sandra gets our model ready." The
big man aimed one last spot, then turned back to the women.  "Before I go,
though, let's take a picture or two.  Gwen, why don't you -"" the
photographer moved to the door and closed it before reaching for a nearby
camera -""Stand right here.  Just stand normally, you don't have to pose or
anything.  A little like a passport photo."

   Gwen wasn't sure what a passport photo might look like, but she took her
position, body naturally erect from years of practice, eyes up and
forward. 

   "Well, not exactly like a passport photo.  You can smile!" She did her
best, and the camera clicked several times while the strobe flashed. 
"Excellent," he pronounced, paging through the results in the viewfinder.
"I'll be back in a bit." Barry left the room, solid footstep echoing down
the corridor. 

   "Ready to get started?" 

   The stylist's question startled Gwen.  "I guess."

   "Wonderful.  Why don't you get your things off and I can start your hair
and makeup?" 

   "I brought one of my robes for you, if you'd like," Natalie volunteered,
pulling a shimmering white thing out of the duffle.  "At least until
Barry's ready to start taking pictures?" The shaking woman gratefully
accepted and retreated to the bathroom, returning a few moments later
wearing the mid-thigh-length robe she been given.  Sandra showed her to the
chair in front of the dressing table and began to put her hair up.  Makeup
was next, liner applied sparingly to her eyes, a lipstick that mimicked the
color of the corset artfully applied, some powder to her forehead, and the
stylist evaluated the image she saw in the mirror.

   "Those eyes don't need much calling out at all -"they're amazing as is!
And if you keep blushing like that honey, I won't need to use any of the
fake kind.  Now, stand up and turn towards me." Gwen rose, now empty glass
in hand, which Natalie took from her, refilled, and returned.  The stylist
eyed the shaking woman.  "Uh-huh.  I think it's time for wardrobe, then we
can do another check." Sandra picked up the nearby garment, pulling it back
as Gwen reached for it.  "Let us help you.  It's just us girls.  Nothing to
be scared of."

   The robed woman glanced at the partially open door.  "Could you close
the door?"

   Sandra laughed softly.  "Only people that might see is Barry, who's
going to anyways, and the boys, who are more likely to comment on what
you're wearing than not wearing.  The ventilation is better in here if we
keep it open.  "

   Gwen took another swig of her drink before putting down the glass and
reluctantly untying the robe.  She carefully removed it, placing it on the
chair behind her, then removed her bra and panties.

   "You have a beautiful figure," the stylist said as she approached to
within inches of the trembling woman.  Gwen held her breath and let her
wrap the corset about her body.  Her fingers worked quickly, securing the
fasteners and settling her breasts in the cups so her nipples lay just
below the top of the garment. 

   Sandra stepped back.  "Now that's what I'm talking about." Natalie
handed the partially nude woman the wispy pair of underwear she was
holding, and Gwen hurriedly slipped them on.  A quick examination showed
they did not hide much, and even what little remained from the previous
night's shearing was just barely concealed.  With no small amount of
embarrassment she picked at the fabric as it crossed through her crotch,
adjusting it so what little fabric there was at least covered her lips. 
Her rear had no such cover, and the underwear disappeared between the cleft
of her bottom before reappearing on her tailbone.  Stockings were next,
dark, gauzy hosiery that ended in scalloped lace midway up her thigh. 
Finally Natalie produced a pair of black heels, not the stilettos Gwen had
seen in some of the portfolios, but higher than she had ever worn before,
nonetheless.  Sandra made a couple of adjustments and stepped back. 

   Gwen looked at the two women nervously.  Despite her fears, she really
wanted to believe that her sister-in-law's expression was one of amazement;
the stylist's look seemed to be confident satisfaction.  "Sweetie, you look
incredible!" Natalie finally breathed.

   There was a knock on the partially open door.  "May I come in?" Barry
didn't wait for an answer.  Gwen instinctively grabbed for her robe at the
perceived intrusion of this male stranger, feeling some comfort in putting
it on despite how little it actually covered.  "You look absolutely
beautiful, Gwen," the big man rumbled, making it clear he had seen it all
before she had been able to add the protective layer.  "Your husband is a
very lucky man, and you are a very special woman to be giving him this
gift. Now, before we begin, I just want to go over some rules.  The most
important rule is--this is your day.  What you say, goes.  Pose the way you
want to pose -"don't be afraid to freestyle.  If I ask you to do something
you're not comfortable with, just tell me.  You make the rules.  I will
take the sexiest pictures I know how using only what you want to show. 
Now, I may get some naughty bits in the edges of a picture, but those can
be cropped out depending on what you want.  I promise that you and I will
be the only one who ever see all the work we'll be doing today.  You get to
choose what your husband sees.  Let yourself go.  Be as wild as you want to
be, be someone you've never been before, it's our little secret." He again
flashed that charming, disarming smile. 

   "Now I get a little carried away sometimes when I'm working and things
are going well, and I may touch you to put you in a certain pose.  I
promise I'm not getting fresh, I'm just excited about the way the shoot is
going and want to keep going while the ideas are in my head.  If you don't
like to be touched, just remind me or tell me I'm making you uncomfortable.
So, you think we're ready to start?"

   Gwen nodded dumbly, unsure what to do.

   "Great!  Nat, can you take the breakfast tray back to the kitchen on
your way out, and Sandra, can you stash the bags and such in the bathroom
for now?  Gwen, why don't you take off the robe and go on over to the
window?" 

   Natalie picked up the tray and gently kissed her sister-in-law on the
cheek.  "You really do look incredible.  Have fun -"I'll see you when
you're done with the first shoot." 

   Gwen's heard whirled in panic.  "Where are you going?  You promised
you'd be here with me!"

   This room is too small for all of us.  I'm going to take my drink and go
sit and rock on the porch.  Don't worry, Sandra will be here to touch up
your makeup if she needs to.  C'mon out and get me when Barry says he's
ready for a break." With that she was gone, door left wide open behind
her. 

   The stylist continued her trips to and from the bathroom while Barry
smiled at the shaking woman.  "The light's just right to start now." 

   "With the curtain open?  Won't someone see me?"

   Barry laughed gently.  "Just me and Sandra.  C'mon over."

   Gwen did her best to control her trembling as she timidly moved into
place so her back was to the glass.  "Did you want to start with the robe
on?" he asked softly. 

   "No, no, I guess not," she answered.  "Unless you think I should?"

   "I think the less we put between you and the camera, the better.  So,
how about we start without it?" She nodded and managed to slip it from her
shoulders, handing it to a waiting Sandra. 

   "You look great, Gwen, you really do.  OK, hold the curtain back with
your left hand and look out the window.  Put your other hand on the sill."
She could hear the electronic shutter snap a few times.  "Very nice.  OK,
keep your hands where they are, but kinda rotate your body back away a
little bit, like you're turning towards me, but keep looking out the
window. Good!" 

   The big man continued to shoot, moving from side to side with the bed
between them as he did so.  Gwen was breathless.  She was practically naked
in front of a strange man, her rear end for all intents and purposes
exposed to him.  The feeling that she was about to become physically ill
clashed with the arousal that was growing in her. 

   "OK Gwen, I want you to sit on the edge of the window.  Cross your legs
at your ankles, put your palms on the edge, and turn your head to look out
into the garden."

   Again the camera clicked incessantly as the man behind it moved back and
forth, up and down.  "Wonderful.  You feeling alright?" She found his eyes
and nodded.  "Good.  OK, uncross your legs and spread them a little for me.
Keep looking into the garden." Click-click-click.  "Now look the other
way." Click-click-click.  "Move your legs out a little more." Barry kept
shooting, Gwen's head turning back and forth while her thighs continued to
creep away from each other until she was sure he could see how little her
underwear actually covered. 



   "Doin' great!  Now stay like you are, but look down to where you're
sitting on the edge." She did and gasped as Barry took more photos.  The
underwear had retreated between her labia, the black band of fabric lewdly
pushing her outer lips into puffy ridges. 

   "It looks really sexy," Barry assured her, reading her mind.  "But if
you want to, umm, adjust that, I can get some photos that way, too, and let
you decide which ones you like better."

   Gwen quickly reached between her legs and did her best to pull the
offending material out of her, suddenly embarrassed that she was performing
this very private act in front of a stranger.

   "Let's get a few more poses around the room," Barry offered, "and then
if you want, we can just get rid of them.  Sandy, can you touch up her
cheeks just a little?  She's losing a little color there."

   "You're doing great, Gwen," the stylist reassured her as she worked. 
"Don't be afraid to let all your sexiness come out.  The only people who
will see it are our husbands and me, and I can take care of my husband. 
Show yours what he's got." 

   An accidental glance in a nearby mirror froze her.  It was not her who
was looking back, it was the Slut, a real-life, full-size version of the
lustful, perverted creature that had sat on her shoulder all these years.
The outfit, the look, the attitude...she had become the Slut.  The idea
thrilled her.  The feeling in the pit of her stomach began to recede as the
urge to make her husband -"and the man with the camera -"want her grew. 

   Barry posed her about the room for quite a while, a stockinged foot and
leg balanced on a hassock as she adjusted the top, bending over the bed to
pull down the covers while her breasts strained to pop loose from their
restraints, her ruby-red lips pressed against the clear glass of the
champagne flute while she sipped. 

   "You're a natural," he said softly as he looked down at the camera to
change a setting.  "I can see your equestrian training in the way you move
and present yourself." 

   "You're too kind." She remembered how she had been taught the style and
poise Barry was seeing, and how she had worn even less then.  The arousal
that sprang from the memory conflicted with the shame that she had allowed
it to happen in the first place. 

   "So, what do you think?  Want to try it without the undies?" 

   Her thoughts snapped back to the present.  "Uh, I don't know, if you
think we should..." You liar, the Slut laughed.  You know you want to show
this guy everything.  Gwen had to admit that was true, but she also wished
that the photographer would just tell her what to do and not give her a
choice in the matter.  It just seemed so much easier that way...

   "I do.  Remember, this is all about you.  If you don't like the idea,
then you don't have to." 

   "I guess we can try it," she said after pausing long enough to pretend
she had weighed her options.

   Sandra stepped towards her.  "I can take them for you." 

   With a deep breath, Gwen pushed them down her legs, careful not to catch
her stockings with her fingers, frantically trying to balance on one shoe
while disentangling the fabric from the other heel.  Sandra kneeled, her
face just inches from Gwen's shaven sex, and reached to help her.  The
struggling woman gratefully accepted the offer, hands hastily forming a
protective shield over her crotch in a false show of modesty while lifting
each foot just enough for the stylist to finish the job she had started.

   "Great.  Why don't you sit down at the dressing table?" She sat, her
back to him, knees tightly pressed together and hands folded primly in her
lap. 

   "I admire your posture, Gwen, but let it down a bit, pretend you're
relaxed," Barry directed with a touch of a laugh in his voice.  She did her
best, letting her shoulders slump as much as her training would allow while
the Slut stared back at her from the mirror. 

   The camera clicked several times.  "Better.  OK, now bring your knees
out just a little and put your hands on the edge of the chair." More shots
were taken from angles all about her, Barry moving her gaze from side to
side, up and down.  The process was repeated several times, legs opening
wider while the camera clicked. 

   "Great!  Now, put your hands palms down between your legs and lean
forward a bit." The camera clicked as the photographer moved about her. 
"Push your chest out a little.  Oh yeah, that's really nice.  OK, stand
up." Gwen quickly did as instructed, her hands again covering her bare sex.
"Now, sit down facing me and put your hands on top of the back of the
chair." She hesitated.  To do so would mean straddling the seat with her
legs completely open to him.  Time to give him a show, she decided, and did
as asked, the wood-framed back only partially obscuring her sex.  Barry
continued to move about her, going down on one knee before rising again,
camera always at his eye. 

   "OK, lean forward and put your chin on the top of the back, and put your
hands on the side." He soon got the look he needed and pressed the
button. 

   "Got it!  So, how about a few on the bed?" 

   Gwen stood and began to climb on to the duvet-covered mattress, knowing
that her bare bottom and what lay between her thighs was pointing directly
at the clicking camera as she moved.  More shots were taken of her on her
stomach and side, the comforter discretely covering her most private
areas. 

   "OK Gwen, almost done.  Why don't you roll over on your back and get
yourself so your head hangs over the side?" 

   She hesitated a bit before complying, unsure where this was leading to,
but finally settled into what she thought he wanted, legs crossed at the
ankles while her hands modestly covered the junction of her thighs.  Her
neck immediately felt the strain of her position and blood rushed to her
head while Barry hurried to the other side of the bed.  She startled as his
massive, callused hand grabbed her ankle and pushed it back to crook her
leg at the knee.  Directing her to place her hands at her side, he returned
to where she hung upside down and snapped away.

   "Hold on, I know that's not really comfortable, almost done...good! 
Now, unhook the front of your corset -"don't open it, let it just lay on
you."

   Gwen managed to do as he asked, the last hook undone as he stepped
forward and arranged the now loose garment across her breasts while leaving
her bare from neck down to what remained of her thatch, his fingers
casually brushing against skin only her husband had ever touched. 
Satisfied, he resumed shooting from all possible angles. 

   "Done!  That was incredible.  Why don't you take a break for lunch and
we'll set up the second location?" 

   She fastened the corset about her before rising, Sandra waiting for her
with Natalie's robe as she tried to gracefully climb off the bed.

   "What time is it?"

   "Almost noon...Norman and Steven have lunch waiting for you out on the
porch." Gwen nodded.  Noon!  They had been at this for three hours!  It had
only seemed like a few minutes!

   "Guess I'll get changed and go on out there," she replied, suddenly
realizing her anxiety had been replaced by hunger, both physical and
sexual. 

   "Nah, don't bother," the tall blonde told her.  "You'll need to get
changed again when we're ready for you.  It's probably just you and Natalie
out there, anyways.  Just take the corset off if you want to be more
comfortable." 

   Gwen decided that a little cover was better than none at all and left
the red badge of her sluttiness on underneath the robe.  A feeling of
exhilaration after the first drop of this roller coaster ride propelled her
down the hallway and out the front door, the Lady still counseling caution
that she keep an eye out for anyone who might see her so scantily clad. 
She found her sister-in-law sitting on the porch, rocking, salads, bread,
and wine set on a nearby table.

   "How'd it go?" 

   "I guess it went OK," Gwen replied, not quite ready to admit the thrill
she had gotten from posing.  "But I think Barry will be the judge of that."

   "You and Tim will be the judge of that," Natalie reminded her.  "I don't
know about you, but I'm starved." The women sat down and quickly downed the
wine that had been poured for them and refilled their glasses before
beginning on their meals.

   "I snuck a peek or two while you were in there," Natalie admitted
between forkfuls of salad.  "You looked hot!"

   "Well, I guess it was a little warm in there..."

   Her sister-in-law laughed.  "Not the weather.  You.  As in, every hetero
guy in the county would have trouble keeping it in their pants.  Hell, I
had less than pure thoughts about you."

   "Me?"

   "You.  So, Barry and Sandra getting the next shoot ready?" 

   Gwen paused, the slut finding the idea that Natalie might have found her
sexually attractive appealing, the Lady, appalling.  The feel of a breeze
working its way under her robe to tickle her bare thighs only highlighted
the erotic situation she found herself in.  "Yes, they said they'd come get
me." 

   She ate at a speed she knew was most unladylike, her stomach having its
way this time.  She had reached the bottom of her bowl and downed a slice
of bread when the sound of the big man stomping down the hall echoed out to
where they sat.  His imposing frame came through the screen door a moment
later, the hinges squeaking in protest as he pushed through. 

   "Gwen, I was just looking at some of the work from this morning on my
laptop.  They're incredible!" 

   "I know you're supposed to say that," she said with a blush.  "But thank
you -"I know how good you are by looking at your portfolios." 

   "It's easy to do good work with good material, and you're we pros call
really, really, good.  I'm really excited to get this next one started
-"after you've finished lunch, of course," he added hurriedly. 

   "I'm finished," she replied, pushing her plate away to emphasize her
declaration.  "So we might as well get going so I can put my clothes back
on." 

   Barry laughed.  "You'll have to lose some more before you get to that
point.  Why don't you head back to the room and Sandra can help you get
ready."

   "I'll come, too," Natalie announced as she stood.  "I wanna see if what
I brought for her works."

   She led the way, Gwen following along, Barry behind them until he
reached a door marked 'private' on the right about halfway down the hall.
He opened it and disappeared into the room behind it while Natalie
continued on down to where their things were.

   Gwen turned the corner to find her sister-in-law pulling Tim's old shirt
out of the bag.  It was carefully laid it on the bed before a leather tool
belt was withdrawn, the gleaming leather strap and holsters looking like
had hardly been used.  A lacy white pair of underwear was removed from a
side pocket.  The anxiety began to build again as the roller coaster
climbed the next hill.  Not so bad as the morning, and certainly not so bad
as yesterday, but it was there still. 

   Sandra sat the bewildered woman and began to remove her makeup. 

   "Won't what I had on work?" She asked the tall blonde. 

   You're going to need something a little more waterproof," she said with
a smile.

   "Waterproof?  Where am I going next?  And Natalie, where did you get the
toolbelt?  That doesn't look like one of Tim's?" 

   Her sister-in-law spoke up when Sandra made it obvious she wouldn't be
answering.  "It's Adam's.  You know how he is -"he gets these occasional
delusions that he's a handyman, starts a project, and then realizes he's
better at lawyerin' than plumbin'.  So I let him play manly man and fix my
plumbing, and he forgets all about it for a while." 

   The stylist snickered.  "Men are so easily distracted by the magic snake
drain between our legs." 

   Gwen blushed but smiled appreciatively at the bawdy comments. 

   The fresh application of makeup was soon finished, her hair was removed
from its more formal setting and pulled into a ponytail, and Gwen was again
standing nude in front of the two women.  "Undies, toolbelt, then the
shirt," Natalie announced.  The underwear was as lacy as the pair she had
worn in the morning, but more full cut, her cheeks at least partially
covered despite the fact it rode high on her waist.  She tried to protest
over the placement of the leather belt, pointing out that it was correctly
worn over the pants, but Natalie reminded her she wouldn't be wearing any
of those today.  The shirt was as she remembered it from the day she had
tried it on, soft and smelling of laundry detergent and her husband.  Its
bottom rode high on her thighs, hanging low enough to cover her panties. 
Natalie fastened a single button near her navel to keep it from coming
apart altogether. 

   Satisfied, Sandra led the way out of the room and to the door Barry had
disappeared behind.  Gwen stepped through to find a large living room,
exquisitely decorated, photos of the owners evident on shelves and walls.
This must be their part of the house, she thought as she followed the women
down a short hallway.  She stepped into a huge bathroom, as large as her
bedroom at home, sunlight streaming through windows and skylights.  Barry
was already there, adjusting a lone light stand off to the side. 

   "The boys gave me permission to use their living area for this one," the
big man said as he turned to greet them.  "Oh yes, this will work just
fine," he murmured as he sized up the woman in the oversized shirt.  "Gwen,
I hope you don't mind, but Natalie and I thought it might be fun to do
something a little bit sillier than maybe you're used to.  It will still be
sexy as all get out, don't worry, but with your husband being a plumber,
well we thought we might have some fun with that.  Natalie said you can be
a bit serious sometimes, so you might have to step outside that a little.
Are you up for it?" 

   Her anxiety heightened as the ride climbed to another crest.  "What do I
have to do?"

   Barry smiled.  "Be a plumber, of course."

   "But I'm not a plumber!  I run the office!"

   "You're not going to actually be doing any work.  We're just going to
make it look like the hottest, sexiest plumber in the world is on the
job." 

   She looked over at a beaming Natalie.  "C'mon Gwen, you can do it."

   She conceded with a sigh.  "Alright, what do I do?"

   "Be as sexy as you dare, then go one step further."

   "I'll try, but what do I do?"

   "For starters, go to the sink and play with the faucets a bit."

   She moved over to the massive granite countertop and tentatively placed
a hand on the black iron cold water handle.  She felt so silly doing this,
but turned it on and off, then the hot water, all while Barry moved about
her shooting.  There was the sound of water hitting the clawfoot tub behind
her.

   "Good, good, now bend over so you can look up into the faucet, like
something's keeping the water from coming out."

   I'd unscrew the aerator first, she thought to herself, but complied
anyways as the photographer now moved behind her to capture her presented
rear as it peeked out from underneath the tails of the shirt.

   "Turn to the left a bit, but keep looking underneath." She did, and
could feel how the shirt had fallen away from her chest, partially
revealing her dangling breast. 

   Barry finally pronounced himself satisfied with the pose.  He opened the
door to the cabinet beneath the countertop.  "OK Gwen, why don't you bend
way over and look down in there?" The space was clean, if unspectacular,
she decided.  Copper tubing, a lack of PVC, good materials.  She might not
be a plumber, but years of experience had taught her the products she was
placing orders for.

   "Pardon the hands," she heard the photographer say as the shirt was
pushed up her back just enough to reveal all of her white panties.  She
gasped as they were partially tugged off her hips. 

   "Sorry, sorry," Barry said from behind her.  "I'm going for my take on
plumber's butt." She held the pose while he snapped away, at one point
lying his massive frame on the floor to capture the view between her legs
and up her shirt as it fell away from her. 

   "I like it," he said as he scrambled to his feet.  "OK, why don't you
lie on your back and get a really good look under that sink?  Just lie your
head on the towel that's inside and pretend you're working up in there."
She took the position, legs firmly together as she looked up and identified
the various parts of the drain assembly. 

   "OK," Barry said slowly.  "Bring your knees up and spread your legs like
you're getting good leverage." She smiled grimly to herself.  He might call
it leverage, but she knew it as the position she and Tim had made babies
in. Even with her underwear, it felt so revealing, so nasty to be showing
it to this man, as if it were a thinly veiled invitation. 

   "Spread your legs some more,' he called out, and she did so, past where
Tim would fit between them comfortably.  She could hear the camera
clicking. "OK, you, uhh, can adjust your undies now...I'd do it for you,
but my wife would slap me." 

   "Damn right!" she heard the stylist call out, and Gwen hurriedly ran a
finger down each edge of the crotch to pull them out of her slit.  The
camera continued to whir and click.

   "Great!  OK, c'mon out of there.  The shower needs work, too." 

   Gwen climbed to her feet to find the glass door to the oversized stall
already open, Barry standing next to it.  "I apologize in advance if it
gets a little tight in there.  It's a big stall, but I'm a big guy..." She
smiled her understanding.  "So, take one of those wrenches in your belt and
pretend you're adjusting the showerhead," he coached as she entered. 

   She smiled to herself.  These were not the right wrenches for this job.
Still, she played along, standing on tiptoes to reach the offending nut,
careful not to scratch the finish.  "OK, now I'm going to reach around you
and turn on the water.  You're gonna get wet.  I ran it before you came in,
so it should be warm, but I want you to hold the pose until I say so,
alright?  And try not to scrunch your face up." The promised hand slid by
her breast before she could object, and the stream of water hit her
squarely in the forehead.

   "Great, great," he called out.  "Tilt your head up just a little so the
water is right in your face." Gwen felt foolish to be in the running
shower, any plumber worth their salt would have turned off the water to the
bathroom first, but she did as instructed, the spray splashing her, soaking
the shirt.  It seemed like some sort of water torture, but she gamely held
her ground.  The hand again snaked by her and stopped the flow.  "Nice job!
Now take off the shirt." 

   Gwen looked back over her shoulder in mild shock at the direct
instruction, already reasoning that she could not possibly refuse his
directive.  With her back to the photographer, she undid the lone button
and slid the sodden garment off her shoulders.  Barry whisked it away from
her.  "OK, back to that same pose." The hand slid by her again, dangerously
close to the bare skin of her breast, and the flow of water started.  She
was ready for it this time, patiently waiting for the all-clear signal. 

   The hand returned and the water stopped again.  "I am loving this!" the
big man announced emphatically.  Gwen decided he meant the photos rather
than the quick feels of her skin.  Barry handed her a small towel.  "Dry
your face off, but leave the rest wet, and c'mon out of there." She
followed once he had vacated the doorway and she had folded a protective
arm over her breasts.  "OK, why don't you move over to the tub." She saw
that while she had been posing, Sandra had been busy preparing a bubble
bath.

   "I want you to stand next to the tub, your back to me, and take off the
toolbelt.  Just drop it where you are." Gwen made sure she had her back to
the man before removing her arm from her chest, more as an attempt at
teasing than modesty.  The belt was released and gently dropped. 

   "Now, slide those undies down, slowly, and leave them on the belt." This
too was done, Gwen reveling in the fact she was completely naked in front
of this strange man.  The idea he might have something growing in
appreciation danced in her mind.

   "OK, climb in the tub, very slowly." Gently she lifted one foot over the
edge, dipping it into the warm soapy water before finding the bottom.  She
used both of her hands to steady herself, then lowered herself in, sliding
under the bubbles.  Heaven.  The Slut had a wicked thought to run her
finger over her clit under the cover of the bubbles, but Gwen was able to
quash that notion. 

   Barry spent the next quarter hour posing her after Sandra had touched up
her makeup one final time, the bubbles being moved about to provide
strategic cover, Gwen no longer caring what the camera saw.  Her final pose
was of her peering over the edge of the antique tub, left hand next to her
cheek while her wedding ring sparkled.  There was an unmistakable look of
mischief in her eyes. 

   Barry loudly pronounced himself satisfied, and Gwen lifted herself from
the water as Sandra handed her a towel.  She dried her nude form, not
caring who saw her that way.  Natalie was more than a little surprised to
see that the only thing her sister-in-law wore for the walk back to the
Garden room was a towel wrapped about her wet hair.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  17

   It was late afternoon when Natalie pulled the SUV back out on the main
road to begin the three hour trip home.  Gwen had reminded Barry several
times to let her know as soon as the photos were ready while excitedly
gushing her thank yous and goodbyes to the McCalls and the innkeepers. 

   "Well?  You OK?  Was it as painful as you thought it would be?" Natalie
asked as she accelerated down the two lane highway.  She already knew the
answer.  Gwen was more animated than she had ever seen her before, a smile
plastered on her face, cheeks rosy not with embarrassment, but with
excitement. 

   "Natalie, I can't believe I did that!" she shouted.  "That was so not
like me!" The roller coaster was pulling back into the loading area, and
she knew she wanted to go again.  "Yes, I guess it was fun."

   "Told you.  It's nice to step out of your skin -"and your clothes-from
time to time, isn't it?" 

   Gwen nodded urgently.  "I was COMPLETELY naked in front of a strange
man! He saw everything!  I would never have believed in a million years I
could have done that!  I hope the pictures don't show just how naked I
was..."

   "He'll show however much you want.  I kinda wish I had shown more in
mine...although Adam says that what little I did show is enough to give him
all he needs to rub one out when I'm not around." Gwen giggled at the
mention of her brother's masturbatory habits, surprised that the thought of
him touching himself did not make her nearly as uncomfortable as she
thought it should. 

   "Speaking of which," Natalie continued, "how are you feeling?"

   "Great!  Relieved that it's over, and I should probably be ashamed of
myself for being that perverted, but it was such a thrill...I have to
admit," she said in a lower voice, "that after a while I wanted Barry to
look at me.  I kept telling myself I wasn't being unfaithful to Tim, that I
was doing it for him." 

   "You weren't being unfaithful, and Tim will agree when he gets his gift.
But really, how are you feeling?  I remember how horny I was after I
finished.  Aren't you, maybe just a little?" 

   Gwen was mildly shocked at the bluntness of her question.  "If you must
know, I am," she replied with a reserved smile. 

   "There's a vibrator in the glove compartment," her sister-in-law said
casually.  "Go ahead and take care of business if you want." 

   "WHAT!  Here?  In a moving car?  With you right next to me?"

   "You're not driving," Natalie replied calmly as she stared forward, a
smirk on her face.  "This thing sits high enough that most other cars can't
see in, and the windows are tinted for the occasional semi.  As for me,
I've seen it all before -"college, remember?  There's a blanket on the
backseat if you feel the need to preserve some modesty."

   "Thank you, but I'm sure I can wait until I get home!"

   "Well, it's in there if you need it." 

   "Do you always carry a vibrator in your car?  Don't you worry someone
might find it?  "

   Natalie laughed.  "I brought it along just for you.  After my shoot, I
was so worked up I had to pull over on the way home, not too far from
here," Natalie said with a wider smile as her eyes stayed on the road. 
"Put the seat back, dropped my shorts, and came so hard thought I was going
to pass out.  I just figured you might want to do the same." 

   Maybe if I just reclined the seat and put the blanket over my lap, it
wouldn't be so bad, Gwen reasoned before the Lady firmly rejected the idea.
If the carnal urges flowing through her could not be banished, they would
have to wait until she reached the safety of her bedroom.  The Slut was
already making alternate arrangements should Tim not be available to
service her when she got there.  "It was very nice of you to think of me,
but I can wait."

   Gwen paused her excited chattering to further consider the idea, the
adrenaline of the day only wearing off slowly. 

   "Hey, sorry if me and Liz sharing a room freaked you out, and really
sorry if we made too much noise last night," Natalie said as her
sister-in-law began to imagine what the vibrator might look like.  "I
didn't realize how much you could hear through the wall until I heard you
tossing and turning."

   "That's alright.  I should have known you would be in the same room, it
just honestly never occurred to me.  And since you were, I guessed what the
noise was all about." 

   Natalie smiled.  "I'm probably sharing too much information, but I
really hadn't planned on anything happening last night.  Liz was very
insistent, though...  and I definitely shouldn't be telling you this, but I
think the reason she was so turned on was you." 

   "Me?" 

   "Yup, you.  She's always had this thing about seeing the secret side of
prim and proper, shy and innocent, whatever you want to call it, that kind
of woman, if you know what I mean." 

   "But, she knows I'm married, so why would she think I like...would
do...would be attracted to a woman?  Unless," Gwen continued, voice rising
in panic, "she knows about what I did before I got married?"

   "Relax," Natalie said with a chuckle.  "She doesn't know anything about
that.  She just knows you as the stuck up old stick in the mud she think
you used to be, and she's always had this thing about being the one to show
someone like you how much fun it could be to explore the alternatives.  So
when she found out why you were coming to town, and then got to see you
trying on 'come fuck me' outfits, well, let's just say she's never been shy
about acting on her impulses." 

   "To tell you the truth, I would never have imagined her being like
that,before you told me about you and her," Gwen said as she began to
imagine what Liz's skin might feel like.  Like silk, she decided, warm,
luxurious silk.  "She just always seemed so reserved, like royalty, every
time I met her." 

   "And that's how a lot of people see you," Natalie reminded her.  "Even I
thought of you that way until you told me about your dreams.  But now I
know there's a pleasure goddess beneath those buttoned up shirts, just like
Liz." 

   Yeah, just like Liz, Gwen thought sarcastically.  Except she's tall,
beautiful, and a great dresser with tons of self-confidence. 

   "She was joking last night that she was going to your room to help you
get over your nerves," Natalie continued.  "I kinda think she was hoping I
would dare her to." 

   The thought of Liz, dressed in her black robe or something less, coming
into her room made Gwen pause for a moment.  "Oh, my.  good thing you
didn't dare her," she finally offered.

   "Well, that sounded convincing...want me to tell her you're
available?" 

   Gwen turned quickly, mouth retort forming, to see Natalie looking out at
the road, a grin on her face. 

   Her sister-in-law's lewd implication failed to diminish Gwen's
post-shoot excitement, and the pair continued to chatter until the Nelson's
front yard was reached. 

   "Getting ready for our trip to Hilton Head, so I can't ride on Friday,"
Natalie reminded her as the pair made their way to the back of the vehicle
to retrieve Gwen's overnight bag.  "But I'll call you before we go?"

   "I'd like that." Gwen hugged the woman tightly.  "Thank you.  I could
never have done that without you." 

   "You're welcome.  I knew you were a natural." 

   "Don't forget the vibrator in your glove compartment." 

   Natalie laughed.  "Maybe I'll use it before I get back on the road." 

   Despite her threat, the SUV honked and disappeared behind the trees as
Gwen stepped on to the kitchen deck.

   "Hey, welcome home," Tim called over his shoulder from his spot in front
of the stove.  "I was just getting ready to boil up some water for pasta
-"would you like some?" 

   "Maybe later." Gwen came up behind her husband and wrapped her arms
around him as he turned again to give her a quick peck.  "Just us tonight?"

   "Just us, like every other night since KD left for college.  Did you
have a good time?" He did his best to turn and face her as she continued to
hold him tightly. 

   "Mmm-hmm," she said as she put her head on his shoulder and hugged
harder, hands traveling over his shorts to rest on his butt.  "I was
surprised how much fun it was to be out with the girls." 

   "Girls?  So you and Natalie had company?" 

   "We stayed at Liz's condo.  She went shopping with us, went out to
dinner, talked...that kind of thing."

   "Liz?  The Liz that Natalie, uhh, Natalie's...Natalie's maid of
honor?" 

   "That's her.  She's nice." 

   Tim's mind whirled in a mess of overlapping thoughts.  Gwen's hands were
on his ass.  That never happened in the kitchen.  She had stayed overnight
with two women he knew slept together.  Had they gotten friendly with his
wife present?  Had they gotten friendly with her?  Where did they go
shopping?  What about the hands on his ass?  What the hell happened last
weekend? 

   His cock suffered no such confusion, the part of his brain that
controlled it laser-focused on an image of his naked sister-in-law and her
equally naked redheaded friend making out on a couch.  He continued to
stiffen beneath his gym shorts while he tried to figure out how to fit his
wife in to the entwined bodies. 

   Gwen did not miss the quickly growing length pressing against her
stomach.  "I guess you missed me," she said from her spot on his shoulder
while a hand snaked its way to his groin and began to lightly stroke him
through the fabric. 

   "That obvious, huh?"

   "I'm flattered.  Would you like me to take care of it for you?" 

   Tim was surprised by her forwardness but ready to follow his wife to the
bedroom.  He was stunned as she sank to her knees before her could answer,
fingers lightly dragging the baggy shorts down to allow his nearly-erect
staff to pop free just inches from her nose.  A tongue dragged lightly up
the underside of his length helped speed it's swelling.  Her lips parted
after the second swipe and wrapped themselves around his velvety head.  She
slowly dipped, pushing him across her tongue and into her mouth. 

   Tim was in heaven and in shock.  The woman who just a short time ago
could only participate in basic procreation in the safety of their darkened
bedroom was sucking his cock in their kitchen!  The feelings, both physical
and emotional, were indescribable.  Her efforts were no longer tentative,
as they had been those first times she had taken him in her mouth; she
seemed to be relishing her newly discovered talent. 

   She got to her feet after one more long, slow drag of her lips up his
incredibly hard member.  "C'mon.  Let's go get more comfortable." Gwen
walked away without looking back at the man with his shorts about his
knees, ass swaying an invitation to follow. 

   Tim stayed where he was as she disappeared around the corner and down
the hall, mind dumbly weighing the merits of pulling his shorts up as
opposed to just letting them slide the rest of the way down his legs.  His
cock screamed at his indecision, and legs were bought together enough to
allow the offending garment to drop to the floor before he stumbled his way
out of them and hurried after his wife.  His t-shirt was pulled over his
head as he hurried down the hall, and walked into the bedroom to find Gwen
standing with her back to the door, jeans already discarded, blouse about
to follow.

   He stepped behind her, reaching for the clasp of her bra as soon as the
falling shirt revealed His stubbled cheek tickled her as he kissed her ear,
his erection nestled between the gloves of her ass, her underwear the only
thing between him and skin.  Gwen tilted her head to allow him access to
her neck while his hands began to play with the now exposed mounds of her
breasts.  Her nipples stood proudly, grateful for the attention from Tim's
calloused fingers but aching for the feel of his tongue.  It was the
maleness wedged so close to her sex that fought for her attention, however.
Gwen reluctantly brought her hips forward, away from what she wanted in
her, and pushed her panties down.  They were barely clear of her hips
before she thrust herself back into her husband's midsection and ground
against him shamelessly, making her desire to be mounted and filled
obvious. 

   The lust-filled woman gently pulled away from her husband's grasp and
crawled on the bed before turning over to face him, legs opening wide in
invitation. 

   "Holy Cow Gwen, what happened to your hair?!"

   A look of panic replaced the seduction on her face as she clamped her
legs shut.  She had completely forgotten Natalie's efforts!  "I, uh,
trimmed it last night," she said fearfully, looking for any reaction beyond
the surprise her husband was currently displaying.  "You don't like it?"

   "No, no, I love it," he hurriedly reassured her.  "It's just that I've,
uhh, never seen you...that bare...before.  It's quite a difference."

   "It'll grow back," she babbled, the Lady smugly announcing that Tim
hated it, that he believed his wife trampish for doing such a thing.

   "No, I really like it," he said more softly, eyes glued to where her
drawn-up legs hid the object of his fascination.  "I've just never seen you
like that before." Tim dropped to a knee, as if he were worshiping at a
shrine, and gently reached to pull apart her legs.  He looked on for a
moment, Gwen feeling as though she were waiting for his pronouncement of
disgust as he did so, and then bent forward to kiss her bare sex.  "You're
so soft and smooth down there," he murmured before his tongue began to
work. 

   She still wanted the feel of her husband inside of her, but what Tim was
doing to her now made her ultimate goal worth waiting for.  An idea, a
nasty, perverted idea, formed. 

   "Tim?" 

   The salt-and-pepper topped head between her legs came up.  "Hmm?"

   "Why don't you bring yourself up here where I can return the favor?" 

   He looked at her uncertainly.  "Uhh, sure."

   Tim began to climb on the bed, ready to lie down next to her, but Gwen
stopped him.  "No, I'd love for you to keep doing that, but let me do the
same thing to you at the same time." 

   She had to stifle a laugh as the lightbulb went on in his head and a
grin broke out.  "Sure, I can do that." Both husband and wife were soon on
their sides, Tim's face buried in her crotch while Gwen did her best to
reach his raging erection.  Their bodies were not evenly matched that way,
however, and she soon found herself wishing for another way to keep his
tongue busy at work while she took all of him between her lips.  Without
thinking, she began to push him on to his back while she rolled her body on
top of him, thighs straddling his head.  She found she could still not take
him in her mouth without losing the decadent pleasure of his tongue, but
she was becoming too far gone to care.  Gwen began to grind herself into
the face between her legs while contenting herself with petting the cock
below her.  Memories how she had been in this position before -"and Tim's
position, as well -"flooded her memories.  Tim blurred with Miss Ritter,
who in turn blurred with Liz.  The most shocking image of all, the image of
Natalie's nose buried in her opening while her tongue flicked away at
Gwen's button, sent her over the edge.  She did her best to suppress her
cries of joy, as she had been taught to do while in this very pose many
years ago, a tiny squeak escaping her as Tim's tongue continued to dance
wickedly. 

   Her self-control returned enough to make her fear she was smothering her
husband.  With a start, she lifted herself away from him, intent on
climbing off and checking to see if he was still breathing.  Strong hands
stopped her before she had risen very far, his breath fanning her sex. 
"What an incredible view," he grumbled while a hand left her thigh and
moved to his weapon, levering it up in obvious invitation. 

   She bent to accept him while his hips lifted towards her.  Lips and cock
roughly met, Gwen only barely managing to keep her husband from driving
deeply enough to gag her.  She quickly discovered that Tim was more than
happy to do most of the work, his hips thrusting up into her while she
concentrated on providing the finish he was looking for. 

   It came soon.  Despite his excitement, he did his best not to choke her,
hips stopped just short of a full thrust while his head came up and off the
bed to bury his face in her sex.  The now familiar taste and texture of her
husband's sperm filled her mouth, spurts hitting the back of her tongue
before sliding forward to pool.  Tim's body went limp as the last driblets
left him, and Gwen swallowed, the act and the taste somehow both intensely
erotic and deeply comforting, a thoroughly slutty thing to do for the man
she would do anything for.  Satisfied, he finally let her climb off and
cuddle beside him, two naked bodies lying in the wrong direction on the
bed.

   "That was incredible," Tim told her after she had settled under his arm.

   "It sure was." 

   "So, I have to ask...what made you change your hairstyle down there?"

   "You don't like it." 

   "I love it!  It's just different for you, that's all.  I never thought
you had it in you."

   Gwen decided a little truth was better than none at all.  "Well, I heard
Natalie and Liz talking about it, so I thought I might try it as well." 

   "Natalie and Liz?"

   "Liz asked Natalie to give her a trim.  I guess Nat's nursing experience
comes in handy for a lot of things." 

   From her position on Tim's chest, she could see his flaccid member show
signs of recovery far faster than she would have imagined possible. 
Something in her flared, something wicked, and the Slut staggered to her
feet from where she lay sprawled in orgasmic bliss on Gwen's shoulder.  She
wanted to see how far she could take this. 

   "To tell you the truth, I don't think a trim is all Natalie gave her." 

   Tim's cock twitched again.  "What do you mean?" 

   "I really shouldn't be telling you this, but my room was next to theirs,
and I heard some things.  I wasn't trying to listen in," she added
hurriedly, "but you know how you always say the developer-built stuff isn't
the best quality?"

   "The walls can be pretty thin," Tim agreed.  "So, what did you hear?"

   "I don't know, just things that made me think they were fooling around.
Some laughing, the bed squeaking, that kind of thing." She smiled inwardly.
His penis, so recently drained, was beginning to rise.  The Lady was taken
aback that he would react that way to the thought of two women having sex
while admonishing her for teasing him that way.  The Slut continued to egg
her on. 

   "That must have made you uncomfortable, to be having them doing that
where you could hear them."

   "I was uncomfortable, but not that way.  It made me, you know, a little
excited...  I know how perverted it sounds, but I really wanted to, ummm,
touch myself...down there.  If I wasn't in somebody else's house..."

   "What's fair is fair," he reasoned.  "If they were OK with doing what
they were doing, you should have been OK with taking care of yourself." 

   Gwen reached down to pet his now-erect staff.  Tim flinched, hoping that
his wife would assume the evidence of his fresh arousal was due to the
thought of her playing with herself.  "Timothy Allen Nelson!" she exclaimed
softly, "are you getting excited at the thought of your sister-in-law with
another woman?"

   Busted, he thought ruefully, the realization making the physical
evidence begin its backwards trek.  "Sorry, us guys are kinda hard-wired
that way."

   "Well, I don't think of two men that way!" The tone of her voice and the
hand on his cock told him she wasn't nearly as upset as he'd assumed she
would be. 

   "Like I said, it's a guy thing, I guess."

   The two lay there in silence for a moment, his erection confused by the
mixed signals it was getting. 

   "Did you ever think of me and Miss Ritter that way?" 

   Tim knew it would be wrong to tell her the truth, but his cock had no
such qualms.  "Yeah, I guess," he admitted as he began to grow again under
her touch.  "Sorry."

   "It's OK, but your own wife doing -"that -"with another woman?  I would
have thought something like that would make you angry to think even think
about."



   His hand casually traced lines down her back to the cleft of her butt.
"No, not really...you chose me, and a plumbing business, and motherhood,
over a life of international horse shows."

   The Lady screamed at her to drop the subject, to remove her hand from
her husband's manhood and storm off in mock indignation, anything to make a
clear statement about her morals.  The Slut was stronger though, and used
Gwen's growing arousal to goad her on. 

   "But you would have been angry if I had done -"that-with Liz this
weekend, right?"

   Tim's hand froze in mid-stroke on the small of her back, and she could
swear his erection throbbed.  "Did you?"

   "No, of course not, but if I had..." 

   "As long you were honest with me, no I wouldn't be mad.  If it was
because you were dissatisfied with me, or your life, I'd be disappointed,
but I'd understand and I'd still want to know.  You didn't, did you?"

   "No, I swear I didn't.  But...  are you just saying that because you
want to be with another woman?"

   "No, I'm saying it because I have no problem with you having a good time
as long as there's not something else wrong.  If you feel you can be
happily married and enjoy time with the girls, more power to you.  It seems
to work for Adam and Natalie, so it sounds like it can be done.  I know me
being with someone would be really tough on you, and I'm fine with just
you, especially the way things have been going lately.  What Natalie said
about it just being something some girls do with their friends kinda makes
sense.  You girls are way more touchy-feely with each other than us guys
would ever dare.  As long as you weren't planning on moving in with Liz,
have at it." 

   Gwen marveled at the full-blown erection she now held so soon after it
had been satiated.  "Would you be mad if I told you Natalie helped with my
trim?" 

   Again is hand stopped its motion.  "Now you're just playing with me.  Is
that the truth?" 

   "Actually, she did all of it.  I just lay -"" Tim surprised her with the
speed of his movement, flipping his wife on to her back and pushing himself
between her legs as fast as she could open up for him.  He was buried in
her in one forceful thrust. 

   Tim looked down at her, a look in his eyes that Gwen could never
remember seeing before.  She was suddenly a little afraid, and very
aroused. She knew she was about to be taken.  His staff was withdrawn, then
plunged back in to the hilt.  "Tell me about it.  I want to hear
everything." 

   Gwen recounted the events of the previous evening while he slammed into
her, only breaking his stare and burying his face beside her head when Liz
entered the room in her story.  He came, seeming to try and crawl deeper
inside of her as he emptied himself. 

   At last, spent, he rolled to his side.  "Sorry about that," he mumbled.
"I really don't know what came over me." 

   "It's alright.  I've never seen you like that before.  Are you sure
you're not mad at me?" 

   Tim chuckled weakly.  "No, I'm not mad at you.  I just never thought I'd
hear that kind of story come out of your mouth and...I guess I just got
carried away.  Sorry again."

   "No need to be sorry.  As long as you weren't doing that out because you
were mad, I liked it.  It was fun." 

   "Keep telling stories like that, and you'll see it again.  It might kill
me, though.  I don't think I can move." 

   Despite Tim's professed weakness, the couple managed to rise and dine on
bowls of cereal before returning to bed, falling asleep in each other's
arms.

   The reality of a workday brought Gwen back to earth after her long
weekend, and order and routine returned.  Trucks were dispatched and the
wreckage of the office without her presence was surveyed.  The lust that
their second round of lovemaking the night before had generated had not
dissipated though, and shortly after the last pile of papers was at least
sorted correctly, she made her way back to the house. 

   Gwen removed the toys from their hiding place before removing her
clothes, memories of trying to dress while hiding them fresh in her mind.
To her relief, this time the vibrators and dildo were where she had left
them.  She decided to check the lock on the kitchen door one more time
before climbing on the bed, and boldly walked through the house in the
nude. 

   The lock was secure from her first trip into the house, and strolled
back towards the bedroom, anxious to relive the itch that had building in
her since Tim roughly took her the night before.  She glanced at his
recliner and stopped.  Didn't he say he had masturbated in that very chair?
An image of her husband, prone and naked, his hand about his penis, came to
her.  What would it be like to do it out here?  A thrill ran through her as
she stared at the blue fabric seat.  Gwen made the trip down the hall,
scooped up the rabbit and the heavy dark cudgel, and returned.  She peered
nervously out the window towards the shop one more time before settling
into the chair and flipping the foot rest up.  The nude woman began to
caress skin, nipples, and clitoris while her mind wandered, memories of Tim
interspersed with returns to the here and now to listen for intruders. 
Other more taboo thoughts began to form before the vibrator was applied. 

   Gwen shivered at the intense tingling the rabbit was delivering as she
was again in Liz's spare room, the tall redhead on the bed this time, naked
and spread.  Gwen kneeled between her legs, deftly wielding a razor across
her mons with more skill than she knew she really had, carefully ensuring
the woman's sex remained silky smooth.  "All done," she pronounced as her
finger traveled up the wet slit, like Natalie had done.

   Liz rose until she leaned back on her elbows.  "Kiss it," she ordered,
and Gwen obeyed, lips traveling across the redhead's most private spots. 
Her tongue slipped out, as if on its own accord, and drew itself through
the soft folds, gathering the familiar nectar she had not tasted in so
long. Her climax began to gather. 

   The Lady chose this moment to exert herself mightily, demanding that if
Gwen was going to insist on the living room to perform perform this
perverted act, she at least perform it with her husband in mind.  The
chocolate-colored dildo was retrieved, and Gwen sat up enough to watch with
fascination as she began to slide into her sex.  She had never watched Tim
insert himself before, and although the penis now disappearing into her
opening was bigger and darker than him, it was close enough for her
imagination.  She welcomed the now-familiar stretch and the sight of the
dark testicles snug against her nether lips while the vibrator hummed
against her clit.  Heels were firmly planted against the edge of the
chair's footrest while she pushed against the invader lodged inside her. 
Gwen thrashed while she ground out her orgasm, teeth gritted to avoid
calling out.  The waves came and went, slowly diminishing, until she lay
there, dimly aware that she should move before someone came in and found
her in a terribly compromising position. 

   Eventually the satisfied woman made her way back across the yard to her
office, no longer quite as concerned about what it would take to catch up
from her day off.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  18

   A hectic schedule and pangs of remorse allowed the Lady to re-establish
a modicum of decency to Gwen's life the week following her adventure. 
Clothes stayed on and toys remained in the closet as Tim worked late three
of the nights, and she was leaving for a Chamber of Commerce meeting the
only evening his truck rolled in on time.  Even the one lunchtime swim she
took featured her bikini. 

   Still, as she sat in the Chamber's conference room and listened to
Gloria Parker discuss the details of the upcoming membership drive, Gwen
could not help but look about at the other attendees and wonder what they
would think if they knew what she had done just a couple of days earlier.
What a scandal that would be!

   And what secrets did her fellow Chamber members have, the Slut asked? 
Had Gloria ever posed for naked pictures?  And what about the nice young
man across the table from her, Nick Menounos?  Had he ever done something
others might find shocking?  What exactly did she find shocking nowadays? A
quick recounting of her mental list, started at her mother's urging so long
ago and carefully tended to over the years, showed many attitudes and
activities that no longer evoked the same levels of discomfort they had a
short time ago.  Many of the things she had imagined as decadent or
disgusting now had a certain allure to them -"for other people, of course,
not for her, she quickly reminded herself.

   A mental image of the young mechanic across from her, naked and wet as
he emerged from the pool like in those cologne ads, drew the Lady's wrath.
You.  Married.  Him.  Young enough to be your son.  Gwen smiled to herself
and did her best to concentrate on Gloria's plan for the booth at the
upcoming downtown festival. 

   The dream returned that night for the first time in a long time.  Again
she was naked and bound on the now familiar mall center stage, the focal
point of the crowd of men and women all about her.  This time, her keeper
made herself known.  Natalie stood to her side, dressed in a slutty mockery
of the grooms she had seen tending horses at auctions, tight jeans and a
flannel shirt tied shut about her midsection.  Unlike those grooms, her
sister-in-law held a riding crop to remind her charge of the need for
posture, as Miss Ritter had all those years ago.  Below her, between the
platform and the throng of onlookers, stood Liz, dressed in the same
business suit she had been wearing when she left the condo the morning of
Gwen's photo shoot.  The tall redhead eyed her thoughtfully, hand to chin,
examining the naked woman critically.  At length, she spoke.

   "You say she's already been broken?"

   "She was trained when she was younger, but as I'm sure you know, once
broken, always broken."

   "I do like them obedient..." She began to ascend the stairs.  "Alright,
I'll take her."

   Gwen awoke with a start as Liz reached to pet her cheek.  The task of
separating reality from dream was not filled with the same dread as her
first episodes when she had feared mental illness, but there it still
brought concerns that perhaps her more relaxed attitudes might not be
healthy.  Perhaps a return to decency was overdue, the ever-alert Lady
reminded her.  Sleep returned without Gwen having to make that
commitment. 

   The dream was still fresh in her mind when Natalie called the next
morning.  Due to its perverted nature and her sister-in-law's co-starring
role, Gwen did not bring it up as they talked for nearly a half-hour before
they said their goodbyes, Natalie voicing her excitement over the
likelihood the photos would be ready for viewing by the time she returned
from vacation. 

   Tim was surprised to see Gwen putting on her one-piece for their
after-work swim Friday evening.  Concerns quickly filled his mind as he
reviewed their conversation from a few nights previous, wondering if he had
somehow frightened or angered her into some sort of attitude regression. 
Nonetheless, he reluctantly grabbed for his own suit and led the way up the
hill. 

   The pleasant, relaxed attitude she displayed at the pool and during
dinner further confused him.  She didn't seem upset, just more like she had
been before things had started getting...interesting.  It was not a topic
he dared broach however, and let it lie.  Their lovemaking that night was
also a throwback to the old days, under the covers, in the dark, methodical
and to the point.  Oh well, Tim sighed, it was fun while it lasted. 

   Gwen awoke the next morning at her usual time, a little edgy and
frustrated.  This return to decency might be making the Lady happier, but
it certainly was less fun than what she had been experiencing the last few
weeks.  Their lovemaking the night before had left her both wanting more
and an appropriate finish to what it had started, and she wondered if
another session with Tim might be permissible.  Instead, she made
breakfast. 

   I need new underwear, she decided as she drove into town for groceries
that morning.  A stop at the mall would definitely be needed before she did
the food shopping.  You've got plenty of underwear, the Lady argued, but
Gwen disagreed.  Much of it was old, almost falling apart.  The Slut
snickered, knowing that to be far short of the truth. 

   Gwen found herself standing on top of the mall's center stage twenty
minutes later, unable to resist the urge to mix reality with her dreams. 
She allowed herself to tarry a moment, turning slowly.  To the passerbys
she looked like a woman searching for a planned rendezvous, but in her
fantasy, she was turning for inspection.  She finally dismissed the thought
with a nervous laugh and a shake of her head, and made her way towards her
destination. 

   Gwen found her way to the lingerie section of Crandall's, to the racks
and bins she knew held her time-tested preferences.  Old habits lingered as
she looked about the bustling department nervously, initially unwilling to
make it obvious to the other customers what she was looking for, that she
might be shopping for garments that would cover her most private parts. 

   The Slut managed to strike a spark of daring that soon kindled a low
flame, and she began to openly browse the familiar no-nonsense pieces,
holding them up to examine them, making it clear they were for her.  Her
attention gradually shifted from the more conservative items to things more
daring, low cut-bras and high-cut panties, colors other than her
traditional whites.  She spent some time deliberating, going so far as to
make eye contact and smile at an older man a few feet away while she held a
pair of bikini-cut undies up between them.  He smiled back with an
embarrassed look and averted his eyes, certain he had been caught. 

   Gwen eventually settled on several items, each more daring than she had
ever bought before, and brazenly piled them in front of the cashier while
several shoppers behind her waited their turn.  Purchases made, the Lady
convinced her that she had been wild enough for the day and urged her to
head for the grocery store.  Gwen complied, smiling at the thought of the
contents in her bag, and made for the exit.  A display rack just before she
reached the mall corridor stopped her.  A selection of tennis skirts,
shorter than she had ever even considered wearing before, had attracted the
attention of the Slut.  Try one on, just for fun, she goaded.  The Lady did
her best to spur her on to the relative safety of the mall, but Gwen just
stood and gently lifted the hem of one away from its sisters.  She chewed
her bottom lip for some time before taking it off the rack.  Well, it
wouldn't hurt to try it on...she was soon back at the dressing rooms, the
memories of her earlier trips vivid.  She was surprised by her
disappointment in finding the cubicles nearest the waiting area occupied,
and briefly considered waiting for one to open before coming to her senses
and making her way to a spot near the back of the corridor.  Gwen left the
curtain open a bit, knowing it unlikely that anyone would see her back
here, but not giving up on the possibility. 

   I could just try it on over my pants, she thought, but quickly dismissed
that.  No, she decided, she should see just how much leg it would leave
bare.  Her jeans were quickly discarded but her panties were left in place
in a bow to sensibility and modesty, and the skirt was wrapped about her
waist.  She quickly discovered it ended midway up her thigh, much shorter
than anything she had ever worn in public.  It wasn't filmy or split, but
it showed a lot of leg...middle-aged women shouldn't be seen in such
things, the Lady huffed.  Most men would disagree, The Slut chuckled. 

   Gwen modeled for herself in the mirror for some time, turning this way
and that.  Decision made, she returned to her jeans, paid for the skirt,
and confidently marched out of the store and back to her truck. 

   The packages were placed on the seat beside her as she turned the key to
bring the vehicle and its air conditioning to life.  Sweat trickled down
her chest and into her bra as she sat in the stifling heat, thinking about
what she had just done.  Gwen found she had no desire to let the excitement
of her buying spree go so soon, and continued to glance at the bags as the
blowing air turned from hot to tepid.  Where would she wear a skirt like
that, she mused.  Grocery shopping, the Slut replied.  Gwen dismissed the
idea -"she wasn't about to go home to get changed into THAT, and then out
again.  Maybe she didn't need to go home...an idea began to form as she
looked about the parking lot, noting that her truck stood at or above the
other vehicles about her.  Nervously she pulled out the skirt, examining it
for any defects before carefully removing the tags.  From the bag of
underwear she pulled a pair of cream-colored French cut bikini panties,
laying them on the seat before covering them with the bag lest anyone look
in and see them lying there.  Gwen looked about, checking her mirrors for
the approach of an unwary mall patron or worse, before she kicked off her
sandals and slouched in the seat to undo the button of her pants.  The
zipper was pushed down while she did another scan.  With a deep breath, her
hips came up off the seat just enough to allow her to push the jeans down
to her knees before she again slumped into the upholstery and slid them
down to her ankles where they were hurriedly kicked off.  Gwen knew speed
was now of the essence, and her underwear followed her jeans to the floor
mat while her heart pounded with the thought that mall security -"or the
police -"would be knocking on her window any second.  She couldn't deny the
illicit thrill of being naked from the waist down in the middle of a busy
mall parking lot, but quickly did her best to thread the pink panties over
her ankles and pull them up while keeping her hips below window level.  She
still did not want to have to explain why she was in her truck in nothing
but her underwear and grabbed for the skirt. 

   Gwen found the successful arrangement of this piece a bit more difficult
as she attempted to get it about her and tuck in her blouse while
constantly checking her surroundings, but she eventually completed the
task. The chill of the air conditioning struck her bare thighs as she
worked her sandals back onto her feet, the act of bending over pulling the
skirt dangerously far up her legs and giving her second thoughts about
wearing this to the store. 

   Gwen almost lost her nerve and fully intended to drive by the shopping
center before diving into the left-turn lane at the last moment.  She faced
her first problem after bringing the truck to a halt in the parking lot. 
How to get down out of the big vehicle without giving everyone a show?  She
was thankful for the car parked next to her, the sedan offering some
protection as she opened her door and swung both legs out before gingerly
stepping down onto the running board, then the pavement.  Senses on high
alert, she checked and rechecked her skirt and blouse from the relative
safety between the two vehicles before making her way into the store.  A
gentle breeze blowing up and tickling her partially covered cheeks reminded
her just how short this thing was, and again she almost lost her will
before grabbing a cart and pushing on.  To her relief, nobody seemed to
stare or shake their heads in disgust, although Gwen did catch a couple of
men giving her admiring glances when they thought she was not looking. 

   The shopping list was too extensive for Gwen to act on her impulse to
grab a few things and go.  She moved carefully, delicately crouching to
take items from lower shelves, conscious of cool air against the bottom of
her thighs as the skirt rode up her legs.  She was sure any glimpse of her
flesh-colored underwear would leave the voyeur believing she wore nothing
at all.  The scenario had a certain perverse thrill to it...She managed to
make it to the paper goods aisle, noting she was alone there.  Gwen bent at
the waist to reach for a roll of paper towels, certain her panty-covered
bum would have been visible to everyone else in the aisle had they needed
cleaning products at that moment. 

   The bored teenaged cashier seemed unaffected by her attire, the bagger a
little more so, as Gwen checked out.  She managed to load the truck with
her purchases without any further exposure and climbed back into the cab
with as much as care as she had shown getting out.  The drive home was
without incident, and soon the vehicle was crunching to a stop in the
Nelson's gravel driveway.  Tim saw her arrival, and wandered over from his
workshop to help with the groceries he knew she had gone out to get. 

   "You were gone a wh -"" he stopped as mid-sentence as a pair of bare
legs swung out from the open door.  A wild thought that she was bottomless
struck him before skirt-covered thigh finally appeared, followed by the
rest of his wife. 

   "Sorry, I stopped at the mall for a few things," she replied as sandaled
feet found the gravel

   "Was that one of the things?"

   Gwen followed her husband's stare to her midsection.  Umm, yes, yes it
was.  Is it too short?"

   On a lot of middle-aged women, yes, he thought, but not you.  "No, no,
looks great.  I like the color." His attention was still on the skirt.

   "I've got groceries in the back.  If you bring them in, I'll put them
away?"

   Tim looked up.  "Uh, yeah, sure..." He quickly decided not to ask any
more questions and just enjoy the view.  Chores filled the afternoon, and
he was pleased to see that while Gwen wore her bikini up to the pool for an
afternoon swim, it was discarded before it even got wet.  Beer and wine on
the pool deck was shared without a stitch of clothing on husband or wife. 

   Gwen carried the suit with her as she and Tim made their way iback down
to the house in the gathering darkness.  A robe was all she wore as more
chores were completed before bed, her husband not even bothering to make
that concession to the state he had left the pool in.  She giggled as he
clumped out to the barn in his workboots and nothing else to make one last
check.  What he would do if someone were to pull into the yard right then?
Would he scream and run for the house?  Hide in the barn?  Smile and greet
and the visitor as though it were the most natural thing in the world to be
completely naked outside?  What would she do in those same situations?  Her
smile disappeared as she realized the scenario was becoming more arousing
than embarrassing. 

   The semi-erection her husband sported as they made their way to the
bedroom made Gwen neglect to put on either nightgown or t-shirt after she
removed her robe.  Tim lay there patiently, encouraged that his wife had
come to bed nude, but waiting for her to extinguish the light before he
made his opening move.  He was somewhat perplexed when she lay back with
eyes closed and lamp still lit. 

   Tentatively he reached for her, unsure of what Gwen could be waiting
for. She had never turned him away before, and she had certainly been more
receptive lately than she ever had been, but the last week had been more
like the old days, and the weekend's lack of attire only added to his
confusion. 

   Their lips met as his hand snaked under the covers to find her bare hip
while her arms wrapped around his neck to draw him closer.  They took their
time, hands and fingers moving over each other's bodies while avoiding the
most obvious pleasure points, lips locked while tongues furtively danced
together.  Tim's kisses slowly began to make their way down her neck and
into the valley of her breasts, occasionally climbing up their slopes, then
falling back before they reached the stiffening peaks. 

   Gwen's hands made their way ever closer to her husband's penis before
withdrawing again to begin the trek back.  The pleasure she was getting
from his attention to her breasts did not distract her from the fact that
his hips and lower body were doing their best to bring his staff into
contact with her teasing fingers.  The Lady chided her for teasing him, but
the Slut wanted to find out if her teasing might cause him to dispense with
the niceties of husband and wife lovemaking and take her roughly. 

   She smiled as his lips found a turgid nipple while a hand forced itself
between her legs and his penis ground against her thigh.  Fingers and mouth
worked with a growing sense of urgency, sometimes lightly caressing her
clitoris, sometimes roughly filling her opening with a thick callused digit
while his tongue danced about her areolae.  She clung to his muscular body
and felt the thickness between his legs slide wetly across her thigh as her
orgasm built steam.

   She was lifted, finding herself astride him in one fluid motion, looking
down in surprise at him as his length made its presence known at her sex.
Tim's hands gently but firmly pushed her hips down, his staff parting her
lips and filling her.  Her clitoris pressed firmly against her husband's
pubic bone, Gwen instinctively fell forward and buried her face in his neck
while Tim began to thrust.  She clung to his neck for dear life as her
climax exploded, dimly aware the body beneath her had thankfully stopped
moving, saving her from sensory overload.  Her own hips began to undulate
slightly as the waves lessened, trying to wring little jolts out of every
nerve ending in her sex.  Spent, she slumped on her husband.

   Tim allowed her a moment to recover before rough hands pushed her up the
shoulders and put her in a sitting position astride him.  His hips began to
thrust again, more urgently, more violently, while the hands moved to her
tits and began to squeeze.  Gwen, still weak from her orgasm, fell forward
onto outstretched arms on either side of her husband, not wanting to stop
his pounding or the mauling of her breasts.  She looked down at her husband
through half-open eyes and saw his were squeezed tightly shut, jaw clenched
as he worked up to his own climax.  Skin slapped against skin as he seemed
to increase his efforts.  Hands suddenly flew from breasts to hip bone,
pushing her down against his midsection while he gave one last violent
thrust up into her.  Tim grunted and did his best to loosen his grip on her
shoulders while he filled his wife with his cum.

   She waited until the body between her legs relaxed before falling
forward again to bury her face next to her husband's stubbled chin.  They
lay there for some time, Tim lightly scratching her back while Gwen nearly
dozed off.  She felt the penis inside her finally soften enough to make its
retreat from her sex, and with an effort, she rose to make her way to the
bathroom and clean up. 

   A healthy dollop of Tim's seed fell from her as she lifted a knee from
where she straddled his waist, landing with a delicate splat in the nest of
hair just above his flaccid length.  She quickly looked at him,
embarrassment in her eyes.  "Stay there, let me go get something to clean
you up with," Gwen commanded as she hurried across the bedroom, hand cupped
between her legs to prevent any further accidents. 



   She returned a short time later with a warm washcloth to find that Tim
had obeyed her instruction and was even now lying back, arms folded behind
his head, smile on his face, the picture of contentment.  She suppressed a
giggle at the thought that he looked the same way when he had eaten a good
meal.  The still-nude woman kneeled on the edge of the bed and began to
gently daub away the rapidly liquefying glob of pearl-white.  She had
planned to quickly wipe down the tool that had just helped give her so much
pleasure, but another impulse came to mind.  Almost without thinking, she
bobbed her head and took the soft, spongy member between her lips, gently
suckling their mixed juices from it.  Both essences, male and female, were
easily identifiable to her, one still new and a little strange, the other
stirring old memories.  Gwen knew how incredibly deviant the act was, and
that she didn't care -"she just hoped her husband would see it as proof of
how much she loved him. 

   "Uhh, honey, that feels really, really good, but it might be a little
bit before I can go again, if you know what I mean," he said
apologetically. "But if you'd like, I can get you ready." 

   Gwen released his member and looked back at him.  "No, that's alright.
Just call that a goodnight kiss and maybe we can continue in the morning."
They fell asleep in each other's arms.

   Despite their best intentions, the next morning was too busy to follow
through on her suggestion.  Gwen was in the barn when she heard the
expected sound of Alison's car coming up the driveway.  Her daughter's busy
schedule had kept her from making it up to the house the past few weeks;
she had promised that she and Jason would be there for a dinner today.  A
ride up the ridge was a given. 

   "No Jason?" Gwen asked as she exited the stable and looked beyond Ali
towards the car.

   "Golfing with his boss and a couple of other guys from work.  He
promised he'd be here in time for dinner."

   "There's no hurry -"it's just us four, and we're just going to put
things on the grill."

   The pair made their way up the trail after father had said hello to
daughter, Gwen on Dart and Alison on Dancer.  Talk revolved around Alison
and Jason's busy work schedules, Gwen finding no need to prompt her
daughter for details as they chattered.  The conversation finally lulled as
they reached a fork in the path -"Gwen taking a left to go up and over the
other side of the hill rather than a right to the family's picnic table
-"and they rode on in silence for a short distance. 

   "Alison, when you, uhh, found those things in my closet, did you show
them to Jason?" 

   Ali turned to look at her mother, eyes wide.  Should she lie?  Would she
know?  Maybe she hadn't completely cleaned up the evidence after all...her
upbringing forced out the truth.  "I didn't show them to him, he was just
kinda there when I found them..." 

   Her mother's face twisted into a look of horror.  "Oh my God, he must
think I'm horribly nasty..." 

   "No Mom, he doesn't think that at all!  He was fine with it -"I mean,
it's not the first time he's seen stuff like that...I've got some too,
remember?" 

   "But his own mother-in-law, with those things...I'm so sorry, honey, you
must have been so embarrassed."

   "Mom, stop!  Both he and I think it's cool you, uhh, have things like
that.  You said you wanted to talk about stuff like this, so here goes. 
Mom, really, we think it's great.  I mean, he looks at you as an older
version of me.  If you're still -"active -"then, when I get to your age,
maybe I'll look as good as you do and will still be...active...too.  Like I
said, he knows what those things in your boot are for -"he knows I use
mine. Sometimes, we use them when we're together." 

   Gwen blushed and looked down at the Dart's mane at the mention of her
daughter's sex life.  Thoughts of her daughter, vibrator in hand while her
handsome son-in-law looked on, popped up before being angrily dismissed by
the Lady.  "Still..."

   "Still nothing," Ali curtly replied in a voice that reminded Gwen of how
she would end arguments with her children. 

   "And since you got to ask me an embarrassing question," he daughter
continued while drawing a deep breath, "I get to ask you one." 

   Embarrassing for you?  Gwen thought.  Imagine how I feel!  She said
nothing and waited. 

   "Are you and Daddy, umm, OK in the bedroom?" 

   The older woman's eyes snapped to her daughter's face to find her
resolutely staring forward, blushing furiously.  "Everything is just fine
there," she replied edgily.  "We had you and your sister, didn't we?" 

   "Twenty-three and nineteen years ago, respectively," Ali drily reminded
her.  "Jason gets a little cranky if we don't...you know...at least twice a
week." 

   The image of her daughter and son-in-law made another appearance before
again being banished.  "Everything is just fine," Gwen repeated in a calmer
voice.  "Why would you even ask that?" 

   Alison hesitated before answering.  "Well, when I was in school, a lot
of my friends said that if you don't give guys...that, they'll find it
somewhere, and even though Aunt Natalie did a pretty good job of convincing
me it was only true for some guys, and those were the ones that were always
looking for more no matter how much you gave 'em, I just always kinda
assumed that you and Daddy weren't doing it much, and I always worried that
he might try and find it somewhere else.  I mean, he's my father, but he's
still a guy...

   But when I found your vibrators, I thought that maybe Daddy was the one
who didn't want to, you know, and you were just taking care of yourself." 

   Your Aunt Natalie gave them to me, remember?" Gwen reminded her.  "And
you have some, too.  You just said you and Jason were, uhh, active." 

   "We are!  But I've had mine ever since I was teenager, before I knew
Jason, and he travels a lot, so they help when he's gone...besides, like I
said, it turns him on to watch me using mine.  Oh God, I can't believe I
told my own mother that!" 

   "Seems like we're both telling each other things we would never imagine
hearing." And if I told you what I had in my mouth last night, she thought,
you'd probably gallop off screaming.  "But to answer your question again,
yes, everything is fine, I'm fine, your father is fine, and we're both fine
in that department.  Alright?" 

   The calming smile on her mother's face did its work.  Alison smiled
back, and the discussion eventually returned to more mundane topics. 

   Both women were more than ready for a swim after their ride and made
their way to their respective bedrooms to change.  Alison pulled on the
tried and true bikini she had left at the house for these occasions,
smiling as she remembered her mother's faint hints of disapproval at her
selection every time she had worn it in the past.  She was therefore
surprised to step into the kitchen to find her mother dressed in a
two-piece even more revealing than her own. 

   "Wow Mom, lookin' good!" 

   Gwen blushed and resisted the urge to reach for something to cover up.
"Thank you.  I'm hoping Jason won't be over until I've changed into
something more appropriate."

   "I think Jason's gonna be disappointed if he gets here after you
change." Gwen shot her daughter a stare, but Alison just laughed and made
her way up to the pool. 

   Mother and daughter were soon joined by Tim, and the three cooled off
for some time before Gwen made her way back down to the house to begin
dinner preparations.  Alison and her father joined her soon after. 

   Jason's mother-in-law was dressed in more conservative jeans and a
blouse when he arrived an hour later.  The young man had obviously been
sweating heavily even thought the drive had given the air conditioning time
to dry his shorts and shirt, and after a quick kiss from his wife, was sent
to shower. 

   "Use our bathroom, dear," Gwen called from over her shoulder as she
worked at the stove.  "I just cleaned it this morning.  I left some towels
out for you." Jason made his way down the hall and closed the door behind
him before beginning to strip.  He briefly considered a plan to get Ali in
there with him for a little fun, but discarded the idea as too risky and
too obvious.  When they got home though, he promised himself, he would be
making up for time lost he while he was on the road the upcoming week. 

   His sweat-stained clothes in a pile next to his duffle bag, Jason looked
back one more time to find the towel he knew he would eventually need
before he stepped into the shower.  He found the towel, and something else
as well.  Hanging on the door were three small triangles of fabric, strings
dangling from their corners.  Underwear?  Jason took a closer look.  A
bikini, and not one he had ever seen Ali in.  Gwen Nelson owned a bikini?
Not possible!  Ever since he had started dating Alison Nelson, her
mother-in-law had worn a very modest one-piece suit when swimming and a
robe over that when not, things that seemed more at home on his grandmother
than his stealthily hot mother-in-law.  A quick examination of the damp top
hanging on the middle hook confirmed it was indeed a bikini.  On the hook
to the right hung the bottom.  He looked about nervously before removing it
from the hanger.  This couldn't be hers, this had to be Alison's.  His
imagination said otherwise, and the idea that this piece of fabric may have
been the only thing between his mother-in-law's pussy and the admiring
world, the same pussy that had probably swallowed that huge dildo in her
closet...his cock began to swell at the thought.  He found the crotch of
the garment and brought it to his nose, hoping for the bouquet of her
flower, disappointed to find only chlorine.  With a smile, he slid the
bottoms across his stiff cock twice, then rehung them on the hook along
with the top.  He splattered the shower wall with his ejaculation a short
time later, his post-orgasmic clearness of mind convincing him the bikini
had to be his wife's. 

   The steaks were already on the grill when he emerged from the bathroom.
He and Alison spent a couple of hours sitting with her parents in the shade
of the deck off the kitchen before finally deciding to get home and prepare
for the business trip he would be beginning the next day. 

   Alison had already started her car when Jason rushed back to her open
window.  "Hey, are you forgetting your bathing suit?" 

   "No, I always leave it here."

   "Oh.  I saw a black bikini hanging in your parents bathroom and thought
it might be a new one you bought that you wanted to take with you."

   "I hung my suit in the bathroom across from my bedroom after I changed.
The red one I keep here.  The one in my parents' bathroom is probably my
Mom's." 

   "Oh, Uhh, never mind, then.  See you when we get home." Jason walked
back to his SUV, his mind whirling.  It was his mother-in-law's!  Again he
began to stiffen at the thought of his mother-in-law both in the bikini and
out of it, the urge not subsiding until he had thoroughly fucked her
daughter. 

   Tim and Gwen finished the cleanup and went about their normal evening
routine, horses bedded down for the night before a couple of hours of TV.
She was the first to head for the bedroom, Tim waiting for one more look at
the weather before joining her. 

   She quickly glanced out from where she stood at the bathroom mirror,
past the partially open door, into the bedroom where she could hear her
husband moving about.  Something was out of place, not right.  It took her
a moment to realize it was her bathing suit.  Both top and bottom occupied
a single hook; she always hung them separately after a swim to allow them
to dry more completely.  How had they gotten on the same hook?  Perhaps the
bottoms had fallen, and Tim had picked them up.  Or maybe Jason had...she
had only remembered where her bikini hung after she had offered him their
shower that afternoon.  It was too late then to move it, and Gwen hoped he
wouldn't notice it.  Perhaps he had.  Gwen was both embarrassed and aroused
at the idea he might have held the garment which had so recently been
covering her private parts.  A long streak of dried something on the fabric
reflected dully as she turned it over.  Gwen clucked disapprovingly at her
carelessness.  How could she have spilled something on them?  The bottoms
were rinsed to remove whatever was there and rehung before she joined her
husband in the bedroom.  What she had started by cleaning him the night
before she intended to finish.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  19

   A week of vacation for Walt meant an especially busy week for the other
employees of Nelson Plumbing.  Tim, Cliff, and the apprentices did their
best to handle the increased workload, both trucks returning each day with
the setting sun or beyond.

   Gwen pitched in where she could, doing her best to keep things going
both in the business and in the home, delivering needed supplies to
jobsites for the overworked crews while making sure her husband had
something warm to eat and nothing more to do when he pulled into the yard
each evening. 

   The early mornings and late nights all but ruled out any physical
intimacy as Tim would stumble in, eat, shower, and fall asleep, only to
begin the cycle again early the next morning.  Gwen resisted the urge to
bring her toys out from the closet, feeling that tending to her own
pleasure when her husband was working so hard was a kind of betrayal. 

   The time alone gave her plenty of time to think, in particular about
Alison's questioning of her parents' love life.  Her daughter's belief
"that if you don't give guys...that, they'll find it somewhere," awoke old
assumptions and suspicions.  Gwen's mother had instilled her own version of
that message as she was growing up, that men who would not demand the sins
of the flesh were the ones worth marrying.  In truth, Irene Curran had
hinted more than once that all men were susceptible to the availability of
easy women, and that all that could be expected of a husband was to be
discrete in his affairs.  In fact, provided it didn't become an
embarrassment in social circles or produce unwanted challengers to the
family fortunes, the infidelity might even be a blessing in disguise to a
married woman as she would no longer have to perform those ghastly duties
for anything other than producing legitimate heirs.  Still, her mother took
delight when the husbands of her circle of friends were caught in
compromising positions.  There was a special level of righteous superiority
reserved for the few wives who fell into the same trap. 

   Gwen would not be surprised if her own father was that type of husband,
and that her mother tolerated, if not approved, of the arrangement.  He was
a good father, perhaps a bit distant and formal, but he was a man, and she
had never seen her parents share anything more than a polite kiss. 
However, he never seemed to be without an attractive, young, sometimes
single, sometimes not, secretary, even having her travel to conferences
with him on occasion "so they could get some work done", just as most of
the other partners in the firm did...Adam was the only partner who had an
assistant older than the man she worked for. 

   Tim's not like that, the Lady would always argue defiantly.  Tim has
never given you any reason to believe he might be doing that on the side,
even if your sex life has not been...perverted.  There's no need to stoop
to being a slut to keep a man who has been true to you.  But if he's not
getting what he wants, the Slut would counter, how long before he does
wander? 

   What more could he possibly want?  She had loosened up quite a bit these
past couple of months, was more free with what she allowed him to see,
their lovemaking had been more frequent ...she was even using her mouth on
him, for heaven's sake!  The knowledge that she had done these things for
her own deviant needs, and not necessarily his, haunted her.  Even her
boudoir shoot, done as a gift for her husband, had devolved into her
flaunting her naked body for a strange man. 

   You could ask what he wants, the Slut suggested.  The Lady harrumphed at
the suggested invasion of privacy and the idea she might find out more than
she wanted to know, but evenings spent waiting for Tim to come home wore
her down, her refusal to combat the stress with sexual relief only making
matters seem more urgent.  The dreams returned several nights, awaking her
each time just before Liz's hand caressed her face.  It became not an issue
of whether to ask, but how.

   The work week ended mercifully with Tim making it home at a decent hour
on Friday, early enough for a regular meal and a swim before bedtime.  Gwen
looked forward to spending the weekend with her husband, content to let him
sleep tonight and satisfy her urges in the morning.  Cliff had the
emergency call duty for the entire weekend, and there was nothing to
interrupt the couple's alone time.  She hoped she would be able to find the
right moment to ask him what he really wanted from their love live and
quell her fears.

   "Oh, hey, meant to tell you," Tim sleepily called over his shoulder as
they lay in bed that night.  "Me and Ed are taking his boat and going
fishing tomorrow.  I know I'm behind on stuff around here, but I really
need to get out on the water for a bit after the week we had.  You don't
mind, do you?"

   Gwen did her best to hide her disappointment.  "No, no, of course.  You
should get out for a while -"it'll do you good.  There's nothing around
here that can't wait." A vision of he and Ed, out on the boat with a pair
of buxom young women aboard, her husband using a different kind of pole to
fish with, began to form.

   "Thanks honey, I appreciate it.  I really just need a little time on the
lake.  I'll get stuff done when I come back, I promise." Tim rolled back
enough to find her lips.  "Love you.  Sleep tight." 

   "You too." Gwen lay there, staring at the ceiling long after the steady
breathing coming from the pillow next to her told her he was asleep.  They
hadn't made love since last weekend.  Was fishing more important than that?
Or did he plan on rising early enough to do both?  Was sex just not
important to him anymore?  Or was it just sex with her?" She knew she was
being irrational, such a rare occurrence for her, and the lack of
experience with it made it difficult to stop.  The thoughts chased each
other around her head until she fell into a fitful sleep. 

   The dream returned that night.  It was the same familiar setting, only
she was surprised to find Tim standing there as her keeper, dressed in the
standard-issue Nelson Plumbing workshirt and pants, the riding crop in his
hands seeming so absurd -"he didn't ride! -"while Liz climbed the low set
of stairs.  She reached to caress her face, finally making contact.

   "Here you go," Tim said as if loaning out a tool, "maybe you can teach
her a few new tricks.  Just don't break anything, alright?" 

   "No permanent damage," Liz agreed with a confident smile, examining the
chained woman who was doing her best to avoid eye contact.  The hand left
Gwen's face and reached between her spread legs...

   She awoke with a start.  "What the hell?" she thought groggily, finding
the situation serious enough to swear to herself.  She was certainly not
her husband's property to give away, and most certainly not to another
woman!  Anger and arousal swirled. 

   The effects of the dream only worsened a few moments later when Tim
awoke at first light and hurriedly dressed.  Wearing nothing more than a
t-shirt, Gwen offered to make him coffee for the road, but he declined the
beverage while missing the more obvious invitation.  Tim risked a quick
squeeze of her bare bottom as he kissed her goodbye, and she stood on the
deck, oblivious to the cool dawn air on her bare lower half, while he
loaded his truck with poles and a tackle box.  With a wave, he was down the
driveway and gone. 

   Gwen returned to the kitchen and started some coffee while she tried to
make sense of the situation.  She had practically thrown herself at him; he
had refused.  Maybe he didn't find sex as important as she had assumed?  Or
was she boring and he was saving his energy for better things somewhere
else that morning?  She cursed Alison for putting the idea in her head,
then quickly cursed herself.  No, it's not her fault.  It's always been
there.  You just chose to ignore it. 

   She sat in the kitchen for some time drinking coffee, thinking, not
caring who might walk in on her in her state of undress.  Practical ideas
-"barn chores, laundry, a ride, fought with more irrational thoughts.  She
should go down to the landing and see if Tim's truck was there.  That would
just prove he's on Ed's boat, she knew.  No telling who else was out there
with them.  And how would she explain it to him if she was sitting there,
waiting for him, when they came back?  Hi honey, just wanted to make sure
you didn't find someone younger and prettier and willing to satisfy your
every need.  What would you like for dinner?  Her irrationality seemed to
mock her inability to control it. 

   A masturbatory session was considered; if he didn't want to take care of
her, then she would take care of herself; but the notion that his lack of
action somehow required revenge did not sit well with her.  In the end, she
passed the time by tending to the barn while the horses nickered nervously
at the obvious smell of stress coming from the human in their midst.  A
ride up the ridge followed, and laundry followed that, her time spent
thinking only strengthening her resolve to be everything Tim might desire
in the bedroom and win him back from the naked women on the boat.  What
exactly 'everything' might be, and whether it would be enough, worried her.

   Gwen did her best to put on her calm and composed face when she heard
Tim's truck coming up the driveway well after lunch.  His scowl and
stiff-legged walk as he climbed the deck stairs told her he had not had the
relaxing morning he had hoped for.  A strong smell of gasoline swept over
her instead the hoped-for smells of a day spent around bait and fish.

   "So, we get halfway across the lake when the outboard quits.  We spent
two hours trying to fix it -"Goddamn Ed doesn't keep a real toolbox on
board -"and when we finally get it going, it's painfully slow.  We had
canoes passing us, for Christ's sake.  And I couldn't even troll while we
were on the way back, because I had to keep the fuel line from falling off
while Goddamn Ed drove.  Then we get back and I had to help take the
Goddamn outboard off of Goddamn Ed's boat and put it in the back of his
truck so he can get it looked at.  Sure as hell I'm gonna be busy when he
needs to put it back on." Tim paused, out of breath and out of story.  "Hi.
How was your morning?"

   Gwen smiled, amused at the outburst she knew to be her husband at his
angriest, and horrified that she could ever have suspected him of
cheating. 

   "I'd kiss you, but I'm pretty flammable at the moment," he called out on
his way to the bedroom before she could answer.  "I should have just
stripped on the deck in case my shirt catches fire." 

   "Are you hungry?" She called out as she followed him down the hall,
collecting his shirt while he stood and attempted to remove his boots. 

   "Very.  But I want to get the smell of unmaintained outboard off of me
before I eat." Tim managed to extricate himself from jeans, underwear and
socks without touching furniture or bedding before making his way to the
bathroom, Gwen watching his muscular rear with appreciation, She collected
his clothes, doing her best to keep them at arm's length on her way to the
washing machine, then made her way to the kitchen to prepare him something
nice.  With a smile, she reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a
beer, carrying it back to him.

   She could see his foggy outline behind the shower glass, scrubbing as
the various nozzles sprayed him down from all angles.  "I brought you a
beer.  I thought you might like one."

   The form behind the glass stopped.  "You have no idea how much I love
you.  Thanks -"just leave it on the counter and I'll grab it when I get
out."

   Gwen smiled and opened the door.  "That's alright.  I can bring it to
you." Stray droplets of splashing water began to collect on her shirt and
jeans. 

   Tim turned to her, eyes wide with surprise, and tentatively reached out
for the can.  "Uhh, thanks."

   "Want me to wash your back for you?" 

   "Uhh, yeah, sure, that would be great, but your clothes are getting all
wet."

   "That's true.  Hold on a second." She stepped back and closed the door
while he was left standing there, shocked look on his face and open beer in
his hand.  Gwen opened the door again a moment later, clothes no longer an
issue.  "Hand me that sponge and the soap." Tim sorted out the logistics,
finally deciding to hand the items over one at a time while he held the can
out of the shower's spray.  The couple looked at each other for a moment,
Tim confused, Gwen expectant. 

   "You have to turn around if I'm going to wash your back."

   "Oh, yeah, of course." 

   Tim turned and faced the shower controls, very unsure what to do,
finally deciding on sipping his beer while standing in place.  This had
never, never been something Gwen had ever offered before; this kind of
episode with his girlfriends before her had always quickly devolved into
frantic humping against the shower walls before much of anything had been
washed. 

   It was with practiced hands that Gwen began to work soap and sponge into
her husband's shoulders.  This was part of the service Miss Ritter had
expected from her after a day's ride and before an evening's tutelage, and
the tall Nordic woman had been meticulous in teaching her how to perform
it. It was a slow, languid process, decadent and erotic, gradually working
down his back in soapy, sweeping circles.  Tim was in heaven, the warm
water and the scratch of the sponge making every nerve tingle.  His
buttocks received the same treatment, and Gwen was faced with her first
choice.  Miss Ritter had always insisted on a complete cleansing of the
crevice between the two cheeks, culminating with a soapy finger vigorously
rubbing the anus clean before being inserted up to the second knuckle.  The
finger was inserted and withdrawn five times -"never four, never six
-"before moving on to the thighs and calves.  Gwen had been shocked the
first time it had been done to her -"that part of her body was not meant to
have things put in it! -"but she found the sensation of her rosebud being
touched not unpleasant, and the insertion of Miss Ritter's finger was at
least not terrible.  Reciprocating for Miss Ritter had taken all of her
will the first time she had washed the lean blonde down there.  It also
prepared her for later events... 

   But this was her husband.  Would he be upset if she touched him there?
She contented herself with 2 quick swipes of her finger down his crevice,
relieved that it had brought no adverse reaction, before kneeling on the
wet tiles to move down his body.  Tim instructively moved his legs apart
ever so slightly as she began to scrub from the outside in around his upper
thigh.  Gwen found herself marveling at the novel view of her husband's
testicles dangling heavily on the other end of the open space between his
legs, using her hand to soap the skin behind them, fingers making gentle
contact with wrinkled skin beyond.  Reluctantly, she continued down, knees,
calves and ankles all given the same attention his back had been
afforded. 

   Gwen stood.  "Would you like your front done, too?"

   "That would be great!" There was no confusion this time, and Tim turned
to face his wife.  Gwen was pleased to see his penis was showing its
appreciation as well. 

   She smiled and lathered the sponge, working it into and around his neck
while Tim closed his eyes in obvious pleasure.  Slowly she worked her way
down, not spending as much time on her husband's chest as she had on Miss
Ritter's as he had less that needed washing than her boss had.  His stomach
was thoroughly scrubbed, and she again kneeled, his semi-erect manhood now
at face level.  Gwen thought to ignore it for now, to work elsewhere and
save it for last so it would not appear as though she were teasing, but
Miss Ritter had demanded consistency and efficiency in her shower routine
just as with everything else, so his manhood had to be next.  She put down
the sponge and thoroughly lathered up before gently taking his length in
hand and soaping.  Gwen watched with fascination at how fast it grew to
full length, straining towards her, seeming to quickly fill one hand while
his sac was gently soaped with her other. 

   Now would be the time to move to the bedroom and offer him relief, she
thought, to do otherwise would be most unfair.  But Miss Ritter had not
stopped there, even after her employee's clitoris had been cleansed to the
brink of orgasm, and neither could Gwen.  Reluctantly, she continued on
down his muscled thighs and calves, scrubbing the tops of his feet before
standing. 

   "I'm going to go get your lunch ready," Gwen said as she took the empty
beer can from the confused naked man in front of her.  "Relax and take your
time." She had barely closed the door behind her and reached for a towel
when the water was shut off behind her.  Gwen had to step forward to let
her husband out. 

   "I was kinda thinkin' we could do something else before lunch?" Tim said
as he reached for his own towel.  Based on the erection he was waving
about, Gwen had a pretty good idea what that was.

   "I'm sorry if I teased you in there.  It's just that I always-should I
meet you in the bedroom?"

   A puzzled look crossed her husband's face, but passed.  "Well, we don't
NEED to go that far, but, yeah, that's fine." 

   Gwen was out of the bathroom first, flipping back the covers and lying
back on the bed with ankles crossed and hands folded.  Tim was not far
behind, his still damp skin evidence he had things on his mind other than
drying off.  He quickly made his way to the bed and lay down beside her. 
She waited for him to roll to his side and perhaps kiss or even mount her,
but he lay there a moment, as if thinking. 

   "Gwen I know this is kinda selfish, but I was uhh, wondering, well, you
were doing such a good job in the shower, would you, uhh, mind finishing up
that way?" 

   He sounds as nervous as he did when he proposed, Gwen thought, and
stifled a giggle.  "Of course," she said, rolling to her side.  "If there's
anything you want, just ask.  Anything." The nude woman looked at her
husband with as much meaning in her eyes as she possibly convey before
propping herself on one elbow and looking down to reach for his only
slightly-diminished erection.  Gwen gently stroked his member back to full
bloom, spreading the slippery liquid beginning to bubble up from the tip
down the head and shaft, occasionally petting and fondling his testicles.
Gradually she tightened her grip on his length as his hips began to twitch
while a hand lightly scratched her back in time to her strokes.  Her mind
wandered a bit as she played, imagining the cock sliding through her
fingers -"she smiled in surprise at her choice of that word -"doing the
same inside her, pushing deep then withdrawing.  She resisted the urge to
put her lips around the soft pink head and coax it into shooting onto her
tongue, deciding that if her hand was what her husband had asked for, her
hand is what would give him his pleasure. 

   His thrusting became more urgent and Gwen dispensed with gentleness,
gripping hard and forcing her fist down his shaft , turning the velvety
head an angry red, skin sliding against the hardness beneath in time to her
efforts.  She hoped she was doing it right; this was one of those things
she had never gotten much practice at. 

   A sharp intake of breath and the first jet of pearly white liquid
shooting from his tip told her she had least been satisfactory.  She
watched it arc across the rigid muscles of his stomach to land just below
where her head hovered over his chest.  The following shots chased the
first up his body, never quite reaching the landing spot of the one before
it, before finally he was reduced to weak pulses that slid from his opening
to drop wetly below.  Gwen looked back at her husband when she thought he
was finished, unwilling to let go until she was sure. 

   Tim smiled back contentedly back at her.  "Thank you -"I needed that! 
Let me go get cleaned up and I'll return the favor." 



   Gwen put a hand on his chest and stopped him.  "I can do it." She
returned with the wet washcloth, using it to clean his chest and stomach
before taking his softening erection in her mouth to finish the job, only
releasing him when he began to stir.

   "Your turn -"" he announced, reaching for her.  She quickly stood. 

   "No, I want you to have lunch first.  You must be starving."

   "I am.  But I don't think a snack will ruin my appetite," he said with a
wolfish grin. 

   "No, eat lunch first.  You can take care of me later." Gwen rose and
returned the cloth to the bathroom, walking through the bedroom a moment
later dressed in one of her t-shirts and a pair of Tim's loose gym shorts.
The idea of wearing nothing had tempted her, but one could never tell when
someone might arrive unannounced.  The little cover she wore would at least
give her a chance to retreat and dress more appropriately for company. 

   Tim dressed and joined her in the kitchen, a little confused and worried
about her refusal of his offer.  Had he offended her or made her
uncomfortable with his request?  Had she just assumed a naked backwash was
just that and nothing more?  Nothing in her demeanor as she put food on the
table gave any hint. 

   A bottle of wine was produced and Tim's fears began to grow.  Wine
before dinner was not in Gwen's repertoire; Tim could have all the beer he
wanted (although he never did), she would have one glass after her meal,
preferably up by the pool. 

   Her behavior as they are gave him more reason for concern.  She didn't
seem angry, just ill-at-ease with their conversation.  He was finishing the
last of his sandwich when she spoke. 

   "Tim, what I said in there, if there's anything you want, just tell me."

   The confused man took his time chewing the last bite, trying to make
sense of the statement.  A joke about a new bass boat came to mind, but he
decided now was not the time for that.  "Gwen, at the very real risk of
sounding dense, what are you talking about?"

   She blushed and took a gulp of wine.  "You know...anything you
want...stuff in there...in the bedroom." The last words came out in a low
voice so others wouldn't hear. 

   "Oh.  Oh.  Well, I'm pretty happy in there, especially lately...what
more would I want?"

   Gwen couldn't tell if he was teasing.  "Well, you're a guy, and I get
that we've been kind of, you know, straightforward in the bedroom, and guys
are supposed to like variety, and, well, I just want you to be happy." 

   Tim reached across the table and took her hands in his.  "Hey. 
Variety's nice, but you're way more important than any of that.  I've got
you, that's enough.  If you're content with our love life, then so am I." 

   She smiled back at him.  "That's sweet, but I really want you to be
happy, and maybe...maybe I'm ready for some variety, too."

   He smiled.  "So was washing my back part of the variety?" Gwen smiled
again and looked down at the table.  "Do you have anything else you've got
in mind?"

   "I want to know what you find interesting.  Like, what do you think
about when you masturbate?" Gwen's eyes widened as she heard the words rush
out of her mouth before she could filter them.

   Tim leaned back, eyes wide as well, and took a sip of beer.  Dangerous
territory, dangerous, dangerous territory.  The whole truth was out of the
question.  There were too many things he feared she would find distasteful
and downright perverted in his most vivid and well thought-out fantasies.
But as he looked at her, he knew she was not backing down from her
question. Tim considered his response carefully.  "The usual gross guy
things, I guess.  All of them about you." He smiled to mark his attempt at
humor.

   "Yes, but what about?  I promise not to get mad.  I really want to
know." 

   Tim hesitated, choosing his line of thought carefully.  "Well, things
like you in certain places, or certain positions, things you don't normally
do, I guess." 

   "Like what?"

   "Let's just say I like spontaneity.  Things I wouldn't expect, like me
walking in to the bedroom and finding you naked on the bed on your hands
and knees with your bum towards me, or on your back with your legs spread.
Or, or, like what you did for me in the shower today.  That might be what I
think about the next time I, uhh, take care of business, maybe where you
finish me while we're still in the shower, or something like that.  Of
course," he added hurriedly, "I haven't had much need to do that lately, if
you know what I mean." 

   The blush on his face told Gwen her husband was more embarrassed than
she had ever seen him before.  The Lady screamed for her to end the line of
questioning now, but the Slut's assertion that it was just getting good
spurred her on.  She did her best to not show him any hint of panic or
displeasure.  "Well, those sound interesting.  Anything else?"

   "I dunno," he mumbled, desperately wishing Cliff would call with an
emergency he needed help on.  "Like I said, I just kinda like it when you
surprise me, like when I saw how short you had cut your hair...down
there..." 

   "I noticed you seem to like that, and I'm glad.  Was it because I cut
it, or because of who cut it for me?"

   He groaned inwardly.  "Well, yeah, both, I guess."

   "You really don't think it's perverted about someone else, especially a
woman, touching my...down there?  Do you ever think about things like that
when you're, uh, taking care of business?"

   That had been the question he had been hoping to avoid.  Gwen had clues
to the truth; this day went from swamp-low to mountain top and back to the
swamp.  The trapped man twisted miserable in his seat.  "I don't think it's
perverted, just, uh, a big turn on.  I've always wondered what exactly
happened between you and your old boss, and the male imagination can be a
pretty powerful thing, so...and then when you told me how close Natalie was
to your -"to your privates, well, that got me going, too.  Sorry, just I
couldn't help myself." 

   She could sense her husband's fear of her reaction and remembered her
own fevered dreams.  "I always thought I was the perverted one for doing
those things.  Maybe we can be perverted together." Gwen smiled to show her
own attempt at humor.  "I just want to make sure you're happy with me, and
I want to help with that more than I could've in the past, although I'm
still kind of in the dark about what guys like." 

   Tim took her hands again.  "You've always made me happy.  You don't have
to change a thing for me.  But if you want to 'add more variety', then
let's give it a try.  Now can we not talk about what I'm thinking about? 
At least until I've had a few more beers." 

   "I'm sure I can't even imagine what you think about when you're drunk,"
she said with another smile.  "Maybe we should find out.  But really, if
you have anything you'd like to try or do, just say it.  Anything, right? I
promise I'll at least think about it.  In the meantime, may I take you up
on the offer you made before lunch?" 

   It took Tim a moment to separate pre-and-post mealtime events.  "Uhh,
yeah, of course," he finally made sense of his wife's request.  "In the
bedroom?"

   "That would be -"no, wait." Gwen stood and moved to a kitchen window to
look into the yard before locking the door next to it.  "Maybe in there?"
she asked nodding her head towards the living room. 

   The living room, in broad daylight?  Was this some sort of test?  "Your
wish is my command," he said with an easy smile as he rose from the table
while his wife moved to the other room, looking about uncertainly at
various pieces of furniture.  He was about to take her in his arms when she
appeared to make a decision and began peeling off shirt and shorts.  Gwen
sat in the easy chair as demurely as a naked woman could, legs together,
hands folded in her lap.  Taking a deep breath, she leaned back into the
cushions and brought her legs up over the arms of the chair.  "Could you
kiss me...down there?" 

   Tim smiled in response and moved into position between her outstretched
knees, crouching to kneel.  "No, take your clothes off first," she asked,
adding a "please" as good manners dictated. 

   He smiled again and stripped off his shorts, Gwen pleased to see the
situation was prompting another erection.  Her pose was reminiscent of her
trips to the gynecologist, some of the mortification she felt in those
situations rising up until strong hands reached under and around her bottom
to pull her sex forward onto waiting lips.  This is nothing like the
doctor's, she decided as warm skin touched her instead of cold steel. 

   The touch was fleeting however, as if Tim had been measuring the proper
distance to bring her to him, and then his lips and tongue tickled the
inside of her thighs, moving back and forth, occasionally grazing the
lightly stubbled skin about her slit, the tongue always working its way
closer to where leg met hip.  Soon even that was passed, and her husband's
tongue found its way into her, tickling her lips and bud. 

   Gwen was dimly aware that her hands were clutching his head, pulling him
into her, grinding against him, as her pleasure grew.  The Lady clucked
that she was surely smothering him; the Slut laughed and said that he was a
big boy, and if he found his way in, he could find his way out. 

   Her climax hit with incredible force as Tim's tongue snaked its way into
her opening, her muscles contracting in attempt to drive him even deeper.
She so wanted to cry out, to give voice to the waves of intense pleasure
jolting through her, but her training was strong, and all that escaped was
a small grunt as she pulled on her husband with all her might.  Tim's neck
strained to keep his nose from smashing into and breaking against the clit
that was grinding into it. 

   The pressure against the back of his head was released in small amounts
as her orgasm waned until they gently rested in his close-cropped hair as
she breathed heavily.  Tim took this as the safe sign to sit up and look at
his wife's face, closed eyes highlighting a very satisfied look. 

   "That was wonderful."

   "Mm-hmmm.  I'm glad I could help."

   Gwen opened her eyes at the sound of Tim standing, a very erect penis
staring at her.  "Oh, my.  Are you ready to go again?"

   "Uh-huh.  Sit up."

   The gruffness in his voice made it easy to imagine this was a command
and not a request.  She sat, bottom on the very end of the chair where he
had pulled her down to just a short time ago, and regarded the staff that
was now just a foot away.  Tim stepped forward to close the distance and
returned the favor by putting his own hands on the back of her head and
pulling her forward while his hips thrust out.  She opened her mouth just
in time as the cudgel forced its way between her lips.  Her tongue
alternated between getting out of the way of the invader and tickling it as
it retreated while he slowly sawed in and out of her.  His hands gripped
her tightly, not so much to be uncomfortable, but in a way that left no
possibility of going anywhere other than where he directed.  Gwen not at
all displeased with the realization that her husband was using her mouth
like he would use her sex, and began to wonder if that might include him
finishing there, as well.

   She had her answer a few moments later.  Tim removed his length from
between her lips, hands preventing her from dipping forward to recapture
it. 

   "Turn around and get on your knees.  Bend over the chair." Gwen thrilled
at the order and did her best to get in the desired position as quickly as
possible, the faint aroma of her sex on the cushion tickling her nostrils
as she put her elbows down and looked back over her shoulder. 

   Tim knelt behind her, spreading her legs and settling between them
before firmly planting those strong hands on her hips and pulling up,
angling her bottom up at him.  Satisfied, he shuffled forward until the tip
of his staff made contact with her lips.  Tim thrust forward while pulling
back on his wife and buried himself in her. 

   Gwen allowed her body to sink between her arms and lay on the seat of
the chair while her husband began a slow, easy pace.  His hands would
occasionally roam across her back and work their way between her and the
chair to palm her breasts, but would always return to her hips when he felt
the need for more vigorous thrusting. 

   I can only imagine what this would look like if someone came in now,
Gwen thought as Tim took her from behind.  How would we explain?  What
would we do?  Strangely, the idea of getting caught was not so awful...

   The hands strayed less and less, and Gwen knew he was close.  She could
hear his thighs slapping against her, fingers tightening against her bone
and muscle, breathing quickening.  With Gwen pinned beneath him, Tim gave
one last thrust to push himself as deeply as possible.  She could imagine
pulse after pulse of his seed filling her.

   Tim rocked back as soon as his orgasm subsided, his cock sliding wetly
out of the pussy that even now was angled up in offering to him.  "Was that
alright?" he asked nervously, worried that his rough handling of the naked
woman still crouching before him might have been taking things too far.

   "That was wonderful," she replied as she turned to get up, kissing him
as she did so.  "Thank you for taking care of me.  I'm going to get cleaned
up, and you should think about getting dressed in case someone decides to
come over." Tim took her advice, but found that her version of decency as
she worked about the house that afternoon was nothing more than a t-shirt
and a pair of bikini panties he had never seen before.  Her attire for
their evening swim was nothing at all.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  20

   "Mrs.  Nelson?"

   The voice on the other end of the line sent a rush of adrenaline
coursing through Gwen that Monday morning as she sat behind the office's
desk.  She recognized the voice...

   "Yes, this is she."

   "Hi Gwen, its Sandra McCall.  Is now a good time to talk?"

   The startled woman knew the trucks had left a couple of hours earlier
and that she was the only person in the shop, but she looked about anyways
before answering in a low voice that it was.

   "Great!  I know these are a gift, and I wanted to make sure the lucky
man receiving them wasn't nearby.  How are you?" 

   "I'm fine, how are you?" Gwen replied, willing down her impatience and
not prompting the woman to what she hoped was the point of the call. 

   "I'm well," the woman replied easily.  "Barry wanted me to let you know
that your proofs are ready, and would like to know when might be a good
time for you and he to sit down and decide what the finished product should
look like." 

   "Oh, I wouldn't know anything about that," Gwen answered nervously. 
"Can't he just pick the ones he thinks are best?  Or are there not enough
good ones to fill an album?"

   Sandra laughed.  "On the contrary.  Barry thinks that if he were to
include all the good ones, the album would be too heavy to pick up. 
Besides, he normally meets with the model so she can decide exactly how
naughty she wants the finished product to be.  He really likes the way
these came out, but wants to see if you agree.  So, when would be
convenient for you to come to the studio?" 

   Gwen tried to frame an answer.  "Well, I, uhh, I'm not sure I can come
this week..." She knew she didn't want to go alone.  Natalie was the
obvious answer, she was the one who had suggested this whole thing, but her
sister-in-law was just back from vacation, and most almost certainly
getting things back in order in her own life.

   "I'm sure Barry wouldn't mind coming to see you some time this week, if
you'd rather," Sandra suggested brightly. 

   "No, no," Gwen responded quickly, the idea of bringing him to her home
striking her as too risky.  She briefly considered perhaps meeting him
somewhere else, but a mental image of her scandalous pictures spread across
a restaurant table while she reviewed them made that out of the question.
"I don't want to take Barry's time like that.  Let me talk with Natalie and
see if she might be able to come with me."

   "That sounds like a plan!  Just give us a call when you decide. 
Weekdays are ideal, but we might have some time on the weekend,
particularly for you.  Barry was particularly pleased with these, and he
really wants to hear what you think.  You've got our office number, right?"

   "I do.  Let me check with Natalie and I promise to get back to you
shortly." 

   "Sounds great!  We'll talk to you soon." 

   Gwen's finger hit the disconnect button and began dialing her
sister-in-law's cell phone in one fluid motion. 

   Natalie answered on the third ring.  "Hey there!  I was going to call
you this afternoon!" 

   "Why?  Is there something wrong?" 

   Her sister-in law laughed.  "I wanted to tell you we were back and see
how things were going." 

   The women reviewed their weeks, Gwen listening patiently and with
genuine interest as Natalie recounted their stay at their beach home in
Hilton Head.  Her own report recounted the busy week at Nelson Plumbing and
avoided being too quick to ask about Natalie's availability for a trip to
the photographers, not wanting to seem too anxious to ask her to go look at
naked pictures of her husband's sister. 

   "So, have you heard anything from Barry yet?" 

   Gwen was relieved that Natalie had brought the subject up.  "Well, yes.
Sandra called me this morning and said that he wants to show me the proofs
so I can pick which ones I like.  I was wondering, are you, uhh, free some
time to go with me?  I don't want to go alone." 

   "I would have been mad if you hadn't invited me." Natalie's voice made
the prospect of her anger doubtful.  "How about tomorrow?"

   "Tomorrow?  But don't you have to work?"

   "Yeah, but if we leave early, I can get back in time.  His studio is
about a half-hour closer than Liz's place.  We leave at 7:30, get there at
10, spend a couple of hours there, I'm back a half-hour before my shift. 
I'll pick you up at 7:30?"

   The Lady reminded her of her obligation to at least be there until after
the trucks had departed, but the urge to see what the photographer had
taken overcame her sense of duty.  "What do I tell Tim?" 

   "Tell him we're going to breakfast, then shopping." 

   Gwen's desire to go made the lie seem plausible.  "Let me drive.  We're
going because of me, anyways." 

   "We'll compromise.  I'll pick you up and drive there and you drive back
so I can take a nap before my shift.  Fair?"

   There was no further debate, and the two wrapped up their conversation
shortly after. 

   Natalie was there at 7:30 sharp the next day.  "'Mornin', Tim," she
called out as she stopped the vehicle next to where the trucks were being
loaded. 

   ""Morning, Nat.  Gwen's got you out shopping for bridles?  I'm not sure
if you're blessed or cursed -"she usually drags one of the girls along when
she goes out shopping for those manure factories up in the barn." 

   "Oh, I'm a big fan of leather," she said with a smile and wink before
slowly pulling the vehicle up closer to the house.  Tim smiled and shook
his head before returning to his loading. 

   Two of his apprentices watched the blonde emerge from the SUV and climb
the stairs to the Nelson's deck.  "I bet she'd look pretty good in
leather," Jordan murmured as the pair made their way to the back of the
shop to gather more PVC.  "She's pretty hot for an older chick.  A great
pair of titties."

   "Mrs.  Nelson is pretty hot for an older woman, too," Andrew volunteered
after checking to make sure there was no one else in hearing range. 

   "Mrs.  Nelson?  How can you tell?  Shit, with the clothes she wears,
I'll bet even Tim doesn't even have a good idea what she looks like
naked." 

   "Yeah, but still..." The young apprentice's imagination had conjured up
a pretty good idea.  He had not forgotten the day she had applied ointment
to his burn and become a fixture in his library of jack-off scenarios.

   "Hey shithead, grab the other end of this and get your mind out of Mrs.
Nelson's pants.  She's probably got steel underwear, anyways." 

   Andrew snapped back to reality and again glanced around for anyone who
might have overheard.  With an embarrassed smile, he took an end of the
bundle of pipes.

   Natalie and Gwen waved to the crews as they made their way down the
driveway and on to the road beyond. 

   "Nervous?" 

   Gwen smiled.  "Well, yes.  What if they're terrible?"

   "I'm pretty sure they're not.  Excited?" 

   A little." 

   By a quarter to ten, the SUV was parked in the driveway of a home in a
residential neighborhood not far from the Inn.  Natalie led the way across
a gravel walkway and around the corner of the garage into a private
backyard to where a larger building sat, a two-story barn-like structure. A
woodcut sign announcing this as the location of Memories by McCall was
attached to the white clapboard wall.

   The women stepped into a lobby full of photos of sporting events,
nature, weddings, portraits...everything but naked women, Gwen wryly noted.
A door chime sounded as they entered, and Sandra hurried into the waiting
area from a hallway.

   "Gwen!  Natalie!  How nice to see you!" Hugs were exchanged, and the
Sandra led them through a door into a large open area two stories high, the
lighting and stagework making it obvious this was a photo set.  Curiously,
a faux bedroom stood in the middle, a brass headboard at the end of a crisp
white comforter and pillows.  Gwen had no time to wonder about its purpose,
however, as they moved along to the far end of the building.  It was
divided off into smaller rooms, stairs leading to a second floor along
which a balcony ran along the length of the open space.  The first door on
the right proved to be the office of Barry McCall.  The room itself was
nondescript, a beat-up desk and conference table filling most the space, no
artwork visible save for 3 8x11s, one for each wall. 

   Gwen's eyes widened a bit.  Here were the naked women.  Each photo was
an artistic nude, the model posed in such a way as to make any claim of
pornography debatable.  Gwen's eyes widened more as she recognized the
model.  It was Sandra -"maybe a few years younger, but definitely Sandra. 

   "Welcome to my inner sanctum!" Barry boomed as he rose from the desk to
greet them.  "Please -"sit down," he said, pointing to chairs at the
conference table, "and we'll get started." The big man turned an oversized
flat-screen LCD on the desk towards where the women were taking their
seats, grabbed a wireless keyboard and mouse, and joined them.

   "Gwen, I have to tell you, you make a hell of a model.  Something in you
jumps out at the camera -"your eyes, your personality, like there's both an
innocence and worldliness about you.  So much so, I'd love to have you pose
for me again." Gwen blushed, certain the photographer was just flattering
her.  Barry quickly navigated to a folder on screen and clicked.  "Now, I
really didn't do much touch up at all, and I can't believe how few of the
shots I outright threw away.  I think they're all great, and I have my
favorites, but I want to see what you think before I say too much.  Just
write down the numbers of the ones you really like for the album.  Don't
worry, you'll also get a flash drive that has all of the ones you want to
keep."

   The first photo popped up on screen, of a fully clothed Gwen standing in
front of the bedroom door, a nervous smile on her face, hands demurely
clasped in front.  "Before shot, not for the album," Barry murmured, and
hurried through a couple more of the same pose before stopping at a shot of
Gwen standing by the Inn room's bay window, the bright morning light
outside silhouetting the woman, but not so much as to obscure her features
and attire.  Gwen breathed in sharply at the simple beauty of the scene and
could not believe she was the woman in it. 

   "You alright?" Barry asked, concern in his voice.  "Too much?"

   "It's beautiful," she said softly, not taking her eyes off the screen,
"You must have done quite a bit of touchup on that.  It can't be me." 

   He smiled and patted her forearm.  "It is you, and I toned down the
light just a touch to contrast your lines some.  And we're just getting
started." 

   Gwen relived the day as the photos slowly moved forward, drawing another
sharp breath at the first shot of her sitting on the window's ledge, legs
slightly spread, lips peeking out from between the thin black band of panty
that ran between them.

   "Too much?  I can crop that so the finished product only show from just
above your, uhh, undies."

   Gwen began to answer affirmatively, that yes, that would be best, but
stopped.  "No, that's fine.  It's not like my husband hasn't seen me...down
there...before." He's never seen you with your parts so lewdly displayed,
the Lady harrumphed. 

   The photos continued to roll by, some with brief discussions, others
with a moment to view and decide whether they were to be written down. 
Gwen was embarrassed to find her paper was filling quickly, not even
noticing that Natalie was writing as well.  The amount of flesh she was
displaying both shocked and thrilled the model, and while her most intimate
parts were quite often shrouded by a soft focus applied by Barry
post-shoot, it was obvious what the lack of clarity was hiding.  Gwen did
not ask him to crop or remove any of it.  The set ended the with her on her
back with the bed's white comforter threatening to engulf her, looking
upside down at the camera while her breasts remained just out of sight
under her open corset and the small tuft of hair that remained above her
sex visible, but out of focus. 

   Sandra chose this time to bring in coffee while the trio discussed the
best of the best to be included in Tim's gift.  Gwen astounded herself by
speaking of her poses and nudity in the frankest of terms, as if she was
speaking of someone else.  Barry announced he felt he had enough to work
with, and asked to begin the second part of the shoot. 

   Gwen found herself smiling at the ridiculous shirt and toolbelt she
wore, the Slut suggesting that the shirt might be comfortable at home, too.
She quickly sensed that where the first set of photos had been sensual and
sultry, a part of her she never knew existed, Barry had done a masterful
job in capturing a playful side, a side she was not sure even really
existed.  Breasts dangled in the shadows of her shirt as she bent over the
sink "fixing the faucet" while her panties were slipped down far enough to
mimic a "plumber's butt".  Again her lips peeked out from either side of
the panties riding between them while she "worked" under the sink in the
most suggestive "come take me" position. 

   And then she was on to the shower, denim shirt quickly soaking dark as
she held her ground in the spray that was hitting her face.  The shirt was
gone, and the sides of her breasts peeked out at the camera.  Gwen had to
admit that the photos showed just enough of the "naughty bits" without
getting downright lewd. 

   She smiled again at the sight of her underwear lying on that ridiculous
toolbelt, while right behind a well-turned leg attached to a firm buttock
supported a body stepping into the tub.  More shots, bubbles artfully
placed to avoid any blatant displays, and then the final photo, of her
forearms resting on the tub wall, her smiling face resting on her forearms.
Her eyes misted. 

   "Too much?" Barry asked nervously.  "I can tone 'em down..."

   "Too beautiful," Gwen admitted.  They're wonderful, thank you.  You're a
magician."

   "I'd love to take credit, but I had a superb subject.  But let's decide
what's the best of the best for the album first." 

   Again the trio set to work, comparing notes, going back to the screen to
look at particular shots, and a plan was finally set in place.  Delivery
dates were promised, and the women prepared to leave. 

   "Gwen, I'm really proud of these.  I'd love to display the portfolio on
my website -"on the secure area of course, where Natalie's are -"with your
permission.  I'd give you a hefty discount on the price of the package if
you say yes." 

   Gwen was stunned.  To have done this for Tim was one thing, to have them
where others might see them, well that was out of the question.  "You
flatter me, but I'm not sure I could...I mean what would my husband say?"

   "He's probably going to say 'that's my beautiful wife,' but I understand
your concern.  Once you give him the album, ask him if it's alright."

   "I really can't -""

   "Just think about it.  And Natalie, my offer to you still stands, you
know."

   "Oh, I know.  I'm thinking about it."

   Thinking about it?  Well, that's better than the no I got last time I
asked.  Keep thinking.  They'd love to have you." 

   The women were on the highway a few moments later, Gwen insisting on
driving, Natalie reclining the passenger seat for a nap. 

   "Gwen, those were incredible."

   "He really does good work.  It's like they're somebody else.  I never
knew that someone could take pictures of naked women and not make them look
slutty."

   "Yeah, he's good, and those are of you.  No getting around it, girl,
there's a hottie in there busting to get out.  Let it loose."

   "I thought I just did by having these photos taken?" 

   "That's just you getting started.  There's so much more..."

   Gwen wanted to know what more Natalie could possibly believe would come
out of her, but resisted the urge to ask.  "So, what was it you told Barry
you'd think about?"

   "Oh, nothing, nothing important.  I'll tell you later." 

   Out of the corner of her eye, Gwen caught a movement down by her prone
sister-in-law's midsection, followed by the sound of a zipper being pushed
down.  She was able to divert her attention from the road long enough to
see Natalie's hand snaking into the front of her jeans and under her
panties, her fingers languidly rubbing and scratching her mound before Gwen
forced her eyes back on to the road. 

   She was in shock.  Her sister-in-law was touching herself in front of
another person on a public highway.  It was an incredibly brazen act, and
Gwen reluctantly did her best to pay attention to her driving. 

   "That took longer than I thought.  Looks like we'll just make it back in
time.  I'm going to change into my scrubs before we get back to your house
so I can just keep going after I drop you off," Natalie announced
sleepily. 

   "Would you like me to pull over at some place with a bathroom?"

   "No, I can change right here.  Done it before." Gwen caught a glimpse of
her sister-in-law's hand being removed from her pants and told herself that
she had just been getting ready to change, nothing more. 

   Natalie sat up without bringing the seat back up and kicked off her
sandals before raising her butt to slide the jeans and underwear off in one
move.  "But first," she announced, "I hope you don't mind, but I haven't
gotten any since last Thursday, and I know the perfect fast-acting nap
inducer." The half-naked woman undid the glove compartment latch and
withdrew a large tapered metallic cylinder.  Holding it up to the stunned
woman beside her, she asked, "Would it freak you out if I take care of
something?  It won't take long...but if you think it's too far out there,
just say so and I'll wait until later." 

   The Lady was in stunned disbelief.  It was Natalie's SUV, and she had
done Gwen a favor by coming along, and she did have to go to work, so to
say no to anything her sister-in-law did in the comfort of her own car
would be rude.  But this wasn't just anything-she wanted to masturbate,
right there and right now!  I wanna watch, the Slut purred.  Gwen dismissed
her.

   "Uh, no, no, go ahead.  You have a full workday ahead of you -"you
shouldn't have to wait," Gwen babbled. 

   Natalie smiled and rolled to her side to reach for the blanket in the
backseat, her bare sex nearly brushing Gwen's hand resting on the gear
shift.  The startled driver jerked her hand away.  Rolling back, the
bottomless woman spread the fabric over her lower half and pushed both
hands and the vibrator underneath.

   "No accidents, please," she said, closing her eyes as her knees came up
and out under the blanket.  "I really don't want to explain to the
paramedics why I have genital contusions and a stupid smile." 

   Gwen smiled nervously, unable to resist the urge to cast sidelong
glances at the seat next to her, wondering how a vibrator could make so
little noise.  Because it was off, the Slut chuckled as Natalie switched it
on, the raspy hum quite noticeable before her sister-in-law planted it
firmly against her clit, muffling it somewhat. 

   Her knees twitched under the blanket, the fabric over her crotch moving
in time to what the hands and vibrator were doing underneath.  The fact
that Natalie could be this open about such a personal and erotic act
astounded Gwen; the sighs, croons, and soft moans coming from her
sister-in-law fascinated her.  She had never heard so much noise during
sex; even Tim seemed content with no more than the occasional grunt upon
his release.  But Natalie sounded like she was really getting into it, the
volume and intensity increasing as her pleasure grew.  Her sister-in-law
felt some embarrassment at being a witness to such a private moment, but
the eroticism she felt was greater.

   The vibrator sang its own story, the buzzing sometimes more like a truck
laboring up a hill as the woman holding it pressed it ever harder into her
slit.  Her grunting became rhythmic, as though some unseen lover was buried
deep insider her working to his own release, before with a strangled cry
her legs straightened out, thighs trapping the vibrator in place, and she
orgasmed. 



   It was fortunate traffic was light as Gwen was enthralled by the
performance, the sights, sounds, and she could swear, the smells, taking
place right next to her.  The orgasm ran its course, and Natalie's body
went limp.  "Whooo!" she exclaimed, flipping the blanket off of her and
climbing between the seats into the back in search of her bag.  "That was a
good one." Gwen was very conscious of the bare bottom facing traffic right
next to her face, and wondered if any of the motorists going in the
opposite direction caught the show as well. 

   Natalie settled back into her seat, scrubs in hand, and stripped down to
just her jogbra before reversing the process.  In short order, she was
again laying back against the seat, fully dressed.

   "Thanks Gwen," she said as she settled in to nap.  "That was just what I
needed." She did not awake until they were again pulling into the Nelson's
driveway.

   Natalie languidly stretched, arms high over her head reaching into the
back seat.  "Thanks for driving, Gwen.  The nap hit the spot.  I always
forget how much work it is to come back from vacation." 

   "The only reason you had to leave home at all today was me, remember?" 

   "Wouldn't have missed that for the world.  Those were really hot
photos." Gwen blushed but said nothing as she put the SUV in park.  Both
women got out, Natalie coming to the driver's side.

   "I'll just make it to work on time," she said as she quickly hugged Gwen
and kissed her on the cheek.  "Are we on for a ride Friday?"

   "I'd like that."

   "Great.  Same time then.  Gotta go." The woman slid into the driver's
seat, honked the horn, and was gone.  Gwen waved and made her way to the
office to check for messages.  Finding nothing important, she weighed her
next steps.  The reviewing of the proofs and Natalie's performance in the
passenger seat had left Gwen no doubt that she had her own needs to attend
to.  It was the very public nature of the actions she had witnessed that
drove her to something different, something more daring.  A quick glance at
the clock gave her confidence she had just enough time before the trucks
started returning.  Gwen almost broke into a jog on her way to the barn and
hurriedly saddled Dart, the horse puzzled at the speed at which the woman
appeared and worked.  In moments they were making the first turn into the
woods above the house, Gwen peeling off blouse and bra as they trotted,
thankful that she had worn jeans that morning.  The solidness of the saddle
between her legs pressed against her sex, both teasing and exciting her. 
She was in no mood to ride easy despite the heat this afternoon, and she
kept the horse moving at a quick pace up the hill until the picnic table
appeared in the clearing before them. 

   Gwen loosely tethered Dart to a nearby tree and quickly scanned the area
for others, not bothering to redress as she did so.  Satisified, the
bare-breasted woman made her way to the table and sat down, relishing the
feel of the sun on her skin despite the heat.  She wanted more, though. 
Her boots were kicked off, jeans and panties boldly discarded, and then she
was naked, far from home, where passerbys would see her if there were
passerbys on this remote hillside.  Gwen cursed herself for not bringing a
blanket she might lay on the grass where the horses grazed during their
visits to the spot, and instead, climbed on to the top of the table, lay
back, and opened her legs in invitation to the valley below.  Her ears
remained on guard for any interruptions while her eyes closed and her mind
summoned dirty thoughts, the fingers of one hand lazily turned circles on
the skin of her stomach and breasts while the other found its way to her
cleft, a single finger turning tighter circles around her nub.  The events
of her morning and the sheer audacity of her current state of dress and
activity made her orgasm quick and powerful, one hand squeezing a breast
while the middle finger of the other strummed her clitoris.  A small squeak
escaped her as the first wave rolled through. 

   The sound of Dart shaking his bridle and snorting greeted her return to
her senses.  Gwen lifted her head and looked back over her shoulder, the
horse staring back as if amused at his human's odd behavior.  She smiled
sheepishly and quickly got back into her jeans and boots, leaving the shirt
off until later.  Horse and rider made their way back down the hill, slower
than the ascent, but still quickly enough for Gwen to arrive before the
trucks. 

   "No Mrs.  Nelson?" 

   Cliff met the young apprentice on the other side of the truck.  "Do you
see Mrs.  Nelson?"

   Jordan looked at the ground, understanding his question sounded a little
foolish.  "No."

   "Do you think Mrs.  Nelson would be waiting for us if she were here?"

   "Yeah."

   "Then no, no Mrs.  Nelson.  She's probably still out with her
sister-in-law.  Why, you want to ask for a raise?"

   Jordan smiled.  "Think she'd say yes?"

   "I think she'd say no, and Tim would probably tell you you're lucky you
still work here.  Get that stuff off the truck."

   "Hey Cliff?"

   The plumber stopped his climb up the office stairs and whirled.  "What!"

   "Think I can go for a swim before she gets home?" 

   The large black man sighed and rolled his eyes.  "I'm guessing you
didn't bring shorts?" 

   "Well, no..."

   "Get the truck unloaded and if she's still not home, then yes.  But if
she does come home while you're up there, for Gawd's sake get dressed. 
Last thing I want to do is explain why there's an apprentice up in the pool
with his tiny dick out."

   "I'm so big it'd be impossible to miss!" The young apprentice quickly
set to work. 

   Walt's truck had pulled up while he had been talking to Cliff.  "Hey
Andrew, Mrs.  Nelson ain't here!  Wanna go for a swim?" 

   The apprentice stepped out from beside the truck.  "Cliff say it was
OK?" A quick grin and nod gave him the answer.  "I didn't bring a suit." 

   "Neither did I.  Just don't try and touch my junk or anything and we'll
be OK."

   "You wish." The two young men quickly finished their assignments and
headed up the hill, a small cooler of beer in Jordan's hand.  Cans were
cracked open and swigs taken before the pair hurriedly stripped and dove
into the cool water, climbing out repeatedly to reach the beers on the
table before diving in again. 

   Gwen shivered in excitement at the idea of riding ever closer to the
house topless.  She knew it was dangerous, but there was an undeniable
thrill at the idea of being so exposed while so close to where she knew the
plumbers and the apprentices would be returning to any moment.  She would
dress again well before she exited the woods, to be sure, but still the
thought drove her on. 

   She had almost reached the last turn of the trail before it descended
into the open field above the barn when she stopped.  Far enough, she
decided.  The Lady had already declared her insane a half-mile back; the
fear that someone might come up the trail from the house overcame the
excitement at the same thought.  Gwen lightly dismounted, grabbing the
blouse and bra trapped between her leg and saddle as she went. 

   She instinctively covered herself and froze as a sound came through the
trees, the sound of splashing coming from the direction of the pool,
followed by the sound of young male voices.  Not Tim, she quickly realized,
some of the apprentices...Jordan and...Andrew?

   Gwen hurriedly dressed, fearing they might be able to see her through
the thick underbrush, guessing they couldn't.  Now what?  Should she wait
until they had left, or just ride back down into the yard, as though she
was just late in meeting them?  Maybe she should somehow announce her
presence to let them know she was coming, just in case they
weren't...decent?

   Why don't you take a look for yourself, the Slut suggested.  Go down
behind that tree.  Gwen hesitated, mulling the thought of the possible
invasion of privacy.  Maybe I should just go look before riding down, she
decided, just to be sure, just so they're not embarrassed if I surprise
them.

   The rider tied her horse to a nearby branch and made her way through the
brush in comically stealthy fashion, doing her best to avoid snapping twigs
underfoot.  Crouching behind the trunk of a particularly large pine, she
checked about for anything poisonous, then carefully peered through a leafy
bush to her left. 

   She was greeted by the sight of a naked back hoisting itself over the
pool edge and on to the deck below her, less than a hundred feet away.  A
bare bottom followed, glistening in the sunlight, while a head covered in
blonde hair bobbed close by, the body it was attached to preparing to
follow the same route on to the wet concrete. 

   She watched the naked figure pad across the pool deck to the table where
a cooler and some beers sat.  Jordan, she decided.  The compact, muscular
body was familiar enough, even if it had always had a layer of clothing
between it and her before.  The young man grabbed for a can and turned to
say something to the other body emerging from the pool.  A quick look at
his face confirmed her guess, but Gwen's attention was drawn to the rest of
his body, to his well-developed chest just showing the first hints of hair,
flat stomach, to his muscular legs, but most of all, to where his manhood
hung. 

   Gwen gazed in fascination at the second real penis she had ever seen,
the nest of dark wet hair surrounding a dusky length that was plainly
visible despite the effects of the cool water, a tight sac drawn up beneath
it. 

   Her attention shifted to the second figure emerging from the water. 
Taller and skinnier, she knew it had to be Andrew.  The naked bum she had
admonished herself for trying to peek at that day in the kitchen was to her
delight, now in full view as made its way across the concrete to his beer.
He too turned to look back at where he had come from, and she took in his
body.  While he easily had 4 inches in height on Jordan, he was not nearly
as muscular as his counterpart, with a ribcage that nearly showed through
the thin layer of sinew over it and colt-like legs.  The effects of the
cold water on his manhood was certainly more pronounced, a pink-tipped head
sitting atop a stubby shaft just visible through the almost transparent
thatch of blonde wet curls surrounding it. 

   Gwen didn't dare breathe as she admired the two nude bodies while they
talked and drank, the Lady urging her to retreat back to the trail, the
Slut advising that to move now might risk discovery.  She found herself
wondering what the things hanging between their legs might look like if
motivated to grow...

   "I wonder if Tim and Mrs.  Nelson ever swim like this?" 

   Jordan looked over at his counterpart, a smile on his face.  "What, like
when they're drinking?" 

   Andrew looked down at his beer.  "No, like with no clothes on.  You
think Mrs.  Nelson ever swims naked?" 

   "Man, you are hung up on her.  Yeah, she's probably hot as hell under
all them clothes, but I'm tellin' ya, she's about as uptight as they come.
She's probably got one of them bathing suits like they wear in the old
movies, covers everything from ankles to neck.  So hell no, I doubt it, and
you in particular definitely ain't ever gonna see the goods.  Now her
sister-in-law on the other hand...I bet she'd let them puppies out to help
her float if she were here.  'Course, I'd be happy to plug up her hole so
she don't fill up and drown..." The apprentice emphasized his point by
grabbing an imaginary pair of hips and violently thrusting forward.

   "Hey, you two assholes finish up comparing your pathetic little cocks
and get down here before Mrs.  Nelson gets home!  And don't forget to bring
your empties with you!" Cliff's voice carried from below the hillock the
pool sat on.  She briefly hoped he might come and cool off as well, but she
knew that was not likely. 

   "I was comin' down anyways," Jordan called back, looking over nervously
to see if their boss might have overheard their discussion.  "Andrew's
startin' to get wood and it's makin' me nervous!" 

   Andrew blushed.  "I am not!  Fuck you!" he replied and reached for his
discarded jeans.  The two apprentices dressed and made their way back down
the hill carrying their empty beer cans and cooler while Gwen crept back up
to where Dart stood waiting. 

   Sound carried well across the open field the pool sat in up the wooded
hillside, and Gwen heard their entire conversation, even a whisper of the
dull slap of Jordan's penis against his stomach as it swung wildly when he
mimicked grabbing Natalie's hips and "plugging her hole".  The things he
had said shocked her; that he said them did not.  She had always seen the
apprentice as a more traditional tradesman, rough around the edges and more
than a bit bawdy.  In fact, he reminded her of a young Charlie Mortensen.
She just hoped Jordan didn't develop the beer belly and appetite for women
Charlie had, although she knew both were distinct possibilities.

   Andrew's interest in her came as a much bigger surprise, though.  He was
such a nice young man, quiet and polite, much like Tim had been at that
age, but without the self-confidence her future husband had displayed. 
Gwen knew that young men -"and old men -"always thought about sex, but the
fact he wanted to see her naked, a middle-aged housewife, when there were
so many pretty young girls around, still surprised her.  Was that all he
wanted?  She'd have to be careful around him.  Although she found his
interest flattering, Gwen certainly didn't want to give him any reason to
look.  Still, she could not suppress a smile as she imagined him viewing
the photos she had been looking at earlier that morning. 

   The Slut suggested she ride in behind them, just to see their reaction,
but the Lady counseled patience until all had left.  She took the second
suggestion and slowly made her way to the barn as the last car pulled away
for the day.  She was still in the tack room when Tim's truck returned a
half-hour later.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  21

   "So I guess you're letting it grow back?"

   It took Gwen a moment to process the question as she lay snuggled
against her husband.  She and Tim had just finished a vigorous round of
lovemaking, his tongue driving her to orgasm before he replaced it with
something more solid even as she shuddered through her climax. 

   "Sorry?"

   "You're, uh, bush is starting to come back.  It looks like you're
letting it grow?"

   Gwen glanced down her body to where the familiar dark shading between
her legs had begun to return, knowing that Tim was in a much better
position to have noticed just a few moments ago.  Had she chosen to look
more closely, she would have seen that the outline of her lips was
beginning to blur again, a softer, fuzzier look than when Natalie had taken
most of it and left just a small closely-trimmed vee atop her mons.  Now
the vee had filled out some, and the rest was not far behind.  "I haven't
really thought about it.  Do you have a preference?"

   "Well, uh, the trimmed look I think goes better with your style -"you
know, neat, clean, that kind of thing -"but whatever you like is fine with
me," he hurriedly added.  Not to mention it was incredibly hot to have her
pussy so blatantly displayed...

   "Maybe...not sure..." She liked the trimmed look as well, but it still
seemed a bit...slutty.  The thought of shaving down there was also a
concern.  That was not an area for the inexperienced to make mistakes with
a sharp blade.  No more was said on the subject, and the couple slipped
into a contented sleep.

   Despite the Lady's warnings, she couldn't help herself as she climbed
the open staircase to the office the next morning.  Stopping halfway up,
she looked down on the shop's bays where the apprentices were gathering
materials for the day's appointments. 

   "Boys, if you ever want to use the pool after work, there's no need to
ask permission.  I've left towels in the pool house for you to use, just
hang them on the fence and clean up after yourselves when you're done.  You
supply whatever it is you think is fashionable swimwear nowadays." Gwen
smiled and continued on up the stairs. 

   The apprentices stared wide-eyed at each other, Jordan and Andrew
certain they had been busted.  Had they left a beer can up there?  Did
Cliff or Walt tell her? 

   "Think she knows we were bare-assed?" Jordan mumbled as the two moved to
where the copper tubing was stored. 

   "Think we'd still be working here if she did?" Andrew hissed in a
whisper.

   "Nah, she wouldn't fire me -"she'd probably just want me give her a good
look of what she missed." 

   "You're right, she'd be laughing too hard to fire you."

   Upstairs, Gwen was giddy with the risquÃ(C) game she had just played. 
She wondered if her comment regarding their choice of attire had taken it
too far, but it wasn't enough to dampen the feeling that she had just
gotten away with something.  She wondered if they would take her up on her
offer while the Slut wondered if they would do so without their clothes. 

   As was now customary, the Nelsons did not feel the need for proper
attire as they swam that evening, Gwen even dispensing with her robe prior
to climbing the hillock. 

   "Jordan was asking about your little announcement this morning," Tim
offered casually as he sat sipping iced tea after his swim.

   "Oh, really?  I hope I didn't shock the boys.  I just wanted to let them
know they were welcome to use the pool after work." 

   "He was a little surprised, to tell the truth.  Wanted to know if you
figured out they were up here yesterday.  Told him I didn't know.  Did
you?" 

   "Well, to be honest, I heard them splashing around when I was coming
back down the hill at the end of my ride...I just turned around and went
back up the trail for a little bit until I thought they were out."

   Tim smiled mischievously.  "See something you shouldn't have on the way
down?"

   "No, no," Gwen lied unconvincingly.  "OK, well maybe I did, but I turned
around and went back up until they got out and got dressed, alright?"

   Tim continued to smile, not sure if she was telling the entire truth
even now.  "It's your pool.  If they want to let it all hang out, they
can't be too upset if you see what they've got hanging.  Probably a good
thing you didn't ride down on them.  Jordan probably would have
'accidentally' given you a better look, but the embarrassment might have
killed Andrew on the spot.  He's really shy around girls...Walt thinks he
might be gay, not that I'd care if he was.  Kid's dependable, works hard
and learns quick, that's all that matters to me." 

   "Oh, I don't think he's that way," Gwen replied quickly, the young man's
professed interest in her own unclothed status fresh in her mind.  "I mean,
you know, that he likes boys.  I think he's just really shy, like you
said." 

   "Yeah, I think you're right.  I hope them being bare-assed in the pool
didn't shock you too much.  I did kinda warn you a while back that they did
that when you weren't here."

   "No, it was fine," she reassured him.  "I remember you saying that,
that's why I went back up the hill.  I don't need to see their, uhh, you
know, private parts."

   The couple made their way back down to the house, naked as when they had
gone up, and although Gwen donned a robe once inside the house, she dropped
it in time for bed and a comfortable round of lovemaking.

   Gwen was in the barn when Natalie pulled up Friday morning, She turned
to greet her sister-in-law as the sound of boots against gravel grew closer
and discovered that her riding partner had discarded both t-shirt and bra
for a barely-buttoned blouse, cleavage prominent and areolae visible under
the thin white fabric.  "Don't you ever worry about somebody seeing you
without a bra?"

   Natalie smiled and shrugged.  "If I break down, these will get me help.
If I get stopped by the cops, these might get me out of a ticket.  I
restrain the ladies most of the other times, but I didn't see a need to
this morning since I let 'em enjoy the fresh air and scenery once I get
here.  Who else will see me?" 

   True to her word, the shirt was removed before she mounted Tigger, Gwen
following her sister-in-law's lead only after she had swung her leg over
Dart.  Natalie made note of how Gwen disrobed a little earlier into each
ride, but said nothing.  It wouldn't be much longer before she arrived to
find her sister-in-law topless, she guessed. 

   The ride was a quiet one, the heat and woodland sounds lulling horses
and riders into a quiet rhythm as they moved up and around the hill, Gwen
feeling the need to avoid the picnic table today, as if she didn't want to
return to the scene of her earlier self-debauchment.  It was not until they
had returned, turned the horses out and made their way to the pool to cool
off that Gwen felt energized enough to speak of more serious matters. 

   "Natalie, how do you, uhh, keep yourself, uhh, bare, down there?" 

   The nude woman took note of Gwen's nod to her midsection and took a sip
of her wine before answering.  "Scissors, a razor, a mirror, and some
patience," she replied as she walked down the steps into the water, her
equally nude sister-in-law staring at her vulva until it disappeared
beneath the water.  "I much prefer for somebody to do it for me, though.  I
get a Brazilian wax sometimes, but that hurts like hell.  Why do you
ask?" 

   Gwen could not bear to look her in the eye.  "Well, I'm starting to grow
back down there, and I was thinking that maybe Tim likes it better if I
keep it the way you uhh, trimmed it." 

   Natalie smiled and set her glass on the edge of the pool.  "Tell ya
what." Her train of thought was interrupted by her submerging and gliding
beneath the surface to the other side.  She pushed off the bottom and
sprang back into view, breasts bouncing wildly as they broke the surface.
"Let's cut this swim short and get you squared away," she offered as she
wiped the water from her eyes.  "If you want me to give you a hand, that
is." 

   "Oh-yes -"I'd like that," Gwen spluttered, not wanting to sound too
eager.  "Thank you." She still remembered how worked up she had gotten over
having Natalie in such close proximity to her sex, and how the swipe of her
fingers through her most intimate places had shocked but not upset her. 
The Lady insisted it was terribly ill-advised to put herself in such a
position again.  Of course you want her to, the Slut sneered.  You wouldn't
have asked her about it in the first place if you didn't. 

   Natalie smiled and led the way back on to the concrete deck, Gwen too
preoccupied with what was going to happen next to even get the upper half
of her body wet before leaving the water.  She followed along after the
swaying bare bottom of her sister-in-law as it descended to the house and
continued on in to the bedroom.  "Okay, a small pair of scissors, a fresh
razor, the ones you use for your legs will do, some shaving cream, bowl of
water, baby oil, and a towel, please." 

   Gwen managed to locate all of the items in short order, thankful for her
insistence on the "everything in its place" method of organization in her
home, making several trips to bring everything to the bedroom.  Taking the
towel from her, Natalie spread it on the end of the bed and flopped back,
propping herself up on her elbows and spreading her legs to the startled
woman holding the other items. 

   "Let's start with you practicing on me.  I just did mine a couple of
days ago, but that will make it easier and another go-round can't hurt,
especially if I missed any place.  First thing to do would be trim up the
stuff I wanna leave, but since I just did that, you can probably just get
to work with the razor."

   "Natalie, I don't think that's a good idea!  What if I cut you or -"" 

   "You won't cut me.  It's like shaving your legs.  Straight strokes,
don't move the blade sideways, take your time, go slow."

   "I don't -""

   "C'mon, just put some of the shaving cream on and get to work." 

   With a sigh, Gwen stepped forward and sank to her knees between
Natalie's outstretched legs.  A part of her wanted to count how many years
it had been since she had been between another woman's thighs, but the math
was never performed as her attention was drawn to the sight before her. 
Miss Ritter had never shaved down there, but had maintained the same
neatness and self-control she had displayed in the rest of her appearance
and her life.  Scissor work in this sensitive area had not been one of
Gwen's responsibilities, and yet her instructor was always neatly trimmed,
the effect softening and blurring the parts underneath.  She remembered how
it sometimes tickled her nose...

   The Lady reminded her how inappropriate her reminiscence was, and
demanded she focus on the only slightly-less scandalous situation in front
of her.  Natalie's sex stood out in stark contrast to her old mentor's soft
lines, her sister-in-law's cleft and lips without benefit of any cover,
almost as if the two women had different body parts.  The dusky color
contrasting with her tanned thighs, the puffiness of her labia, the hood of
her clitoris, all were proudly on display to the fascinated woman. 

   "Go ahead Gwen, it won't bite," Natalie said with a smile.  "Get some
shaving cream on there and get to work." 

   Gwen looked up and blushed, certain she had been caught staring. 
Natalie smiled back and nodded her head in an effort to get her to begin.
With shaking hands the kneeling woman reached for the shaving cream and
aimed it at a spot to the right of the reclining woman's patch of remaining
hair. 

   To Gwen's surprise, green gel landed with a splat on bare skin.  She had
been expecting white foam, but remembered she had bought this kind for Tim
a while back because it was on sale.  She knew a little went a long way,
but it had to be rubbed in to get it to expand and cover.  Gingerly she
used two fingers of her free hand to gently rub the product across
Natalie's mons, green turning to white as she did so.  Gwen continued to
spread the product down the strips of flesh between thigh and sex,
accidentally making contact with Natalie's prominent lips several times,
eventually stopping just short of the beginning of the woman's bum
cheeks. 

   "Got it all?"

   Gwen looked up, eyes wide, and nodded.

   "Good.  Now short strokes with the razor, don't press too hard, rinse it
off from time to time, get as much of the shaving cream off as you can." 

   She willed her shaking hand to calm itself and tentatively pulled a line
down from where the foam started to a spot parallel and to the right of
where she guessed a clitoris lay hidden under the white fluff.  Bare skin
appeared where the blade had passed, reminding her of a field being mown.
She continued to work, swathes of shaving cream collected and rinsed off in
the bowl, until only the valley between her sister-in-law's legs remained
covered.  With a deep breath, Gwen set to work, drawing short paths from
the junction of thigh to where she imagined labial lips to be, eventually
leaving just a thin strip of white down the middle. 

   "All set?" Natalie looked down at her expectantly. 

   "Just a little shaving cream left, right on top of your, uhh, you know."

   Natalie raised her head a bit more, trying to get a look.  "My pussy,
Gwen.  That's my pussy.  You can wipe that off, then use your finger to
make sure you got it all."

   "You do it," Gwen insisted, thrusting a washcloth up towards her
sister-in-law's breasts.

   "You can do it," she soothed.  "I told you it won't bite." 

   With another deep breath, she willed herself to relax and removed what
she could with the towel, delicately inserting a finger into her
sister-in-law's sex to collect the remnants, quickly pulling away when she
felt the bump of her clitoris. 

   "Good job!" Natalie swung her leg over Gwen's head and rolled to the
side before standing up.  Grabbing the towel, she quickly facecloth away
any remnants of foam, then ran her hand over the shaved areas.  "Nice and
smooth, and I survived.  Piece of cake.  Now, want me to take care of
yours, or do you want to try it yourself?" She smiled as if already knowing
the answer. 

   "I, uhh, think you should do it.  I should probably try it when there's
not so much." 

   Natalie smiled again, knowing the stubble there now was but a shadow of
what had grown there for years, but said nothing.  "Be right back." She
hurried to the bathroom and returned a moment later with a fresh towel
which she laid on the bed. 

   "Okay, hop on and assume the position." 

   Gwen complied, more slowly than Natalie had and laid back, staring at
the ceiling as Natalie moved into position and began to work, a gentle tug
on her pubic hair followed by the snick of scissors.

   "Your first time that close to a girl in quite a while, I would
imagine," Natalie said in a tone that reminded Gwen of the voice her
hairdresser used when making conversation.  Despite the seeming innocence
of the question, she knew exactly what was meant. 

   "Yes, I guess it was." 

   "Did it stir up any bad memories?"

   It took Gwen a moment to respond.  "No.  No, not really," she said
truthfully.  "Maybe because I was concentrating and trying not to slice you
open." 

   "Well, thank you for that, although it's really is hard to cut people
too badly with a safety razor.  Nicks can be a problem though, and I think
those hurt just as bad, so thanks for your attention to detail." 

   Gwen jumped a little as the first cold spurt of gel hit her squarely
above her clitoris.  Natalie began to work it about, Gwen noting she seemed
less concerned about where her fingers traveled, frequently brushing her
lips and occasionally sliding between them.  She also noted the practiced
ease with which her sister-in-law wielded the razor, firm strokes quickly
removing both hair and cream at a speed Gwen could not imagine moving at. 

   "I also want to thank you for letting me jill off on the way home the
other day," Natalie murmured from between her legs as she worked.  "I
wasn't really sure how you'd feel about that." 

   "It was your car, and you were doing me a favor just by being there,"
Gwen countered as reasonably as she could with a naked razor-wielding woman
between her legs.  "But I kind of thought you were teasing me when you
offered me the chance after my photo shoot.  Have you done that before?"

   "Oh yeah," Natalie replied as she concentrated on moving the blade over
the spot below her opening.  "I used to do that from time to time for
Adam's benefit before we had the kids.  And Liz and I once drove to Spring
Break in Fort Lauderdale, and we had a contest to see who could come more
times during the drive there and back.  The driver drove while the
passenger played.  I won, but I think she delayed her orgasms to keep me
behind the wheel.  It got me hot as hell to watch her play with herself,
though.  Speaking of which, I want to ask you a question, and I want you to
be honest with me -"did it turn you on having me doing that right next to
you on a busy highway?"

   "It wasn't that busy a highway," Gwen answered in a weak attempt at
evasion.  She could feel the razor pull away from her skin in mid-stroke
and raised her head enough to see Natalie looking back at her, waiting
expectantly.  "Why do you want to know?"

   "Let's just say sometimes I like to know if I'm reading people right." 

   Gwen briefly thought about questioning her more on that statement -"how
exactly was she being read? -"but decided it might not be something she
wished to know.  "If you must know, I found it, umm, interesting.  So yes,
maybe I got a little excited.  It's not every day I see something like
that." 

   "Interesting?  Huh.  I'll take that as a good thing." The blade
returned. "Did you find it interesting enough to do something about it
after I dropped you off?"

   "And why do you want to know that?"

   "Because I find things interesting, too."

   Gwen sighed and stared at the ceiling.  "Yes, I did."

   "Good for you!" Natalie wiped away the remains of the shaving cream
using facecloth and fingers before baby oil was applied to he
sister-in-law's freshly-shaved skin, a finger pushing its way past her lips
and slowly up her slit, dragging across her clitoris and stopping for a
second before exiting.

   "All set!  Smooth as silk!" Natalie stood and offered her hand to help
the prone woman up., backing away as Gwen arose.  "We forgot my baby
oil." 

   "Oh!  Uh, sorry about that." 

   Natalie smiled and put a foot on the edge of the bed, opening herself to
her sister-in-law.  "No problem.  Can you put it on me now?" 

   The Lady huffed, wondering why she couldn't do it herself.  She did it
for me, Gwen reminded herself, it would be rude not to return the favor. 

   "Get it everywhere you shaved," Natalie coached as she worked.  "Helps
keep the skin soft." 

   Gwen did her best, even dragging a finger into the folds of Natalie's
cleft, pulling it back just short of her button.  "I think I got it all,"
she finally announced. 

   Natalie replaced Gwen's hand with her own, further smoothing the oil in,
running her finger deep into her valley.  "I think you did.  So how are you
feeling?"

   "Oh, fine, thanks, it looks good.  I'm sure Tim will love it."

   "You gonna take care of your itch before or after he gets home?" 

   "Excuse me?"

   "You looked pretty wet down there.  Unless you're just naturally
well-lubricated, I'd say that excited you some.  Don't be embarrassed -"I
get worked up when other people give me trims, too."

   Gwen tried to comprehend the absurdity of the situation.  She was
standing in her bedroom, naked, with her equally naked sister-in-law,
discussing the state of their sexual arousal after playing barber to each
other's most private parts!  "No, just, uhh...well, it's been a long time
and it brought back some memories, and...well, I'm sure Tim will be able to
uhh,...help me with things."



   "If you want to help yourself right now, it won't bother me.  I might
even help myself while you're doing that." 

   "What...oh, no, I couldn't do that with somebody watching, not even Tim.
But thank you for thinking of me," Gwen babbled, feeling foolish the moment
she uttered it. 

   A knowing smile crossed Natalie's lips.  "Suit yourself.  But I'm
betting Tim would love to see a show like that, and I think you might
benefit as well.  Be right back, gonna get my stuff out of the car.  Want
me to wait outside for a bit?" The nude woman smiled as Gwen blushed and
averted her eyes.  Natalie turned and left, not bothering to grab anything
she might cover up with for her trip across the yard. 

   Gwen followed her down the hall after grabbing the robe the Lady
insisted she wear -"could you imagine if someone had walked in on the scene
that had just taken place? -"and was there in in the kitchen when Natalie
returned, duffle bag in hand. 

   "Can I get you something to eat before you go?" Gwen asked nervously,
afraid she had somehow sent a message of distrust to the one person she
truly counted as a trusted friend.  "If you want to use my bedroom to, uhh,
take care of yourself, please feel free!"

   Natalie smiled and began to dress right there in the kitchen.  "Nah,
that's alright.  Sometimes it's fun to have an edge at work.  Makes giving
sponge baths more interesting." She smiled to show her attempt at humor. 
"Hey, sorry I made you uncomfortable in there, I should have known better
than to put you in spots like that." 

   "Oh no, please don't apologize.  I just don't have a lot of experience
with how girls talk and act around each other when they're not trying to
make each other miserable.  Is what we just talked about and did normal?"

   "Very normal for me and my friends, at least," Natalie said as she
kissed her on the cheek, "but it sounds like not so much for the crowd you
grew up with.  Gotta go -"talk to you soon." 

   Gwen stood on the deck until the SUV was out of sight beyond the trees.
Despite the almost painful embarrassment of being so obviously in heat in
front of her own sister-in-law, she knew that arousal would have to be
taken care of sooner than later.  A trip back to the bedroom to retrieve
her toys was definitely in order.  But first, she really should check the
office for any messages...it seemed silly to dress just for a trip across
the yard, though.  The robe should do.  You don't even need the robe, the
Slut suggested. 

   The Lady screamed warnings from her perch on Gwen's shoulder.  What if
somebody comes while you're in the office!  You'll be trapped!  Gwen smiled
and removed the robe, but as a compromise, draped the garment over her
right arm.  She looked and listened for what seemed like an eternity, ready
to bolt back into her kitchen and on to the bedroom at any hint of
discovery.  Sensing none, she tentatively stepped off the stairs and on to
the flagstone walk.  Hew slow walk built up momentum while she resisted the
urge to run, reminding herself that moving quickly only took her farther
away from the relative safety of the house.  The office might offer
temporary shelter, but eventually she would have to explain why she was out
there in just a bathrobe, if she had time to put that on at all.

   Gwen's heart pounded with each step she took towards the building at the
other end of the property, acutely aware that the thin screen of trees to
her left were her only shield from vehicles on the road beyond.  It was the
sound of a car in the distance, coming her way, that made her break into a
jog to cover the last few yards.  She reached the door next to the garage
bays as the car rattled past, Gwen thankful it was not stopping. 

   The large open area was stuffy in the afternoon heat, the closed garage
doors not allowing any movement of air.  She began to climb the stairs,
wooden steps barely creaking under her bare feet as she climbed. 

   The air up here was stifling, the air conditioner left off in an
oversight during the morning's paperwork.  Gwen turned the unit on, looking
out the window it sat in and onto the road beyond at the end of their
driveway.  The realization someone on the road might be able to see her
made her retreat to the desk. 

   Two messages, one from a customer asking for a call back after 4pm, one
from Tim.  There, you know you have calls to make, the Lady pleaded, for
God's sake, go put some clothes on before you do.  Instead the nude woman
began dialing.

   "Nelson Plumbing -"hi, Mrs.  Nelson."

   Gwen startled and nearly dropped the phone as she scrambled for her
robe. "Andrew!?" 

   "Yes ma'am.  Tim's busy at the moment.  He asked me to talk to you." The
young man seemed almost apologetic.

   The nude woman sat back, laughing nervously to herself.  You idiot, he
can't see you.  He can't see you...her time spent with Natalie and the
extreme risk she was even now taking drove her on.  "That's fine, Andrew.
What does he need?" 

   "Tim?  Mrs.  Nelson would like to know what you want." She could hear
her husband's voice, muffled and distant.  "He says he'd like you to get a
2-inch bronze relief valve on order.  He's going to need it the middle of
next week." 

   "2 inch?  That's a big one."

   "Yes ma'am, it is." The young apprentice resisted the urge to snicker.
Girls could be so naive about what they were saying sometimes.  He wondered
if Jordan would have been able to refrain from commenting on her choice of
words.

   "Tell him I'll get it on order right away.  Is there anything else you
need?" 

   The line was silent for a moment while Andrew relayed the message.  "No
ma'am.  That's it." 

   "Alright then, call if you want anything else."

   The connection was broken, and Gwen sat for a moment, reliving the
moment.  Wants anything else?  The Slut mocked.  What he wants was sitting
right here in the chair, just the way he wants it.  If only he knew just
how naked you were...ready to show him everything.

   Gwen was shocked to discover her legs had spread themselves in a lewd
display during their call.  The urge to release the pressure that had
building all morning was overwhelming, and her index finger was even now
tracing lines over the soft skin around her sex.  It would be so easy to
just let loose right here, she thought, but too dangerous.  Reluctantly she
made her way back downstairs and across the yard, robe carried in one hand
as she hurried back to the house.  She was moved more quickly this time,
not because she was any more afraid of being exposed, but because of the
urgent need to make herself climax. 

   The much desired orgasm arrived just moments after the Magic Wand had
been roughly pulled from its boot and plugged in, images of Natalie and
Andrew and the shows she might put on for them swirling in her head as the
vibrator urgently buzzed between her legs.  The guilt over not including
Tim in her lurid fantasies did not hit her until she had begun to come down
off of her sexual high, the sound of the remote office phone ringing in the
kitchen hastening her to her senses.  Gwen hurried into the kitchen on
slightly wobbly legs, still naked. 

   "N-Nelson Plumbing." 

   "Hey Gwen, it's me.  You okay?  You sound out of breath." 

   "Oh, Tim!  Everything's fine, I just had to run upstairs to get the
phone." 

   "Oh.  Well, do me a favor and add another relief valve to that order
Andrew asked you to call in.  And also, don't wait dinner for me.  I'm
going to take the crews out for a beer to thank them for getting that
courthouse project done.  We'll bring the trucks back when we're done.  If
you want, you can join us."

   "No, a woman in a crowd of men tends to make the conversation more
polite than I expect men like.  You guys go out, talk about laying pipe or
whatever it is plumbers talk about when they're off-duty.  Just be safe." 

   Tim rolled his eyes and smiled.  Gwen could be so naïve with the things
she said sometimes.  "We will.  See you tonight.  Love you."

   "Love you too." 

   Gwen made her way back to the office, clothed this time, to place Tim's
order and finish up some paperwork, then hurried to sneak in a quick swim.
Barn chores were done and a light dinner was waiting for Tim when the
trucks rolled in at seven. 

   It was almost eight when Tim sat down at the table.  "Don't worry about
cleaning up -"I'll do it in the morning," Gwen told him as she kissed him
on the top of his head.  "I'm going to bed a little early tonight.  See you
in there."

   "Everything alright?" 

   "Everything's fine.  Come to bed when you're ready." 

   Tim ate quickly, a glass of diet soda his preferred beverage after the
two beers he had consumed earlier.  He wandered about the house, waiting
for the local weather to come on while making sure lights were off and
windows closed.

   The weather appeared fine for a morning on the lake -"his own boat this
time.  He was going to fish this weekend, damn it.  It was going to be him
alone, though -"he hadn't been able to find anyone free to go with him. 

   A morning alone on the lake would not be the worst thing in the world,
he thought as he opened the bedroom door -"

   Gwen lay on the bed, facing him.  Or rather her lower half facing him,
legs wide open in invitation.  "Surprise!" she said with a weak smile and
tentative voice.  "Notice anything different?" 

   "A beautiful woman on my bed, offering herself to me?  Nope, pretty
standard." He stepped closer, pulling off his shirt as he moved.  "I do see
the beautiful woman has freshened up her hairstyle, though." His shorts
were off next, a rapidly engorging staff lifting its head for its own look.
"You did a great job," he murmured as he dropped to his knees, wrapped his
arms about her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. 

   "Well, I had some help..." 

   Tim's lips stopped inches from her sex.  "Really?"

   "Well, yes, I mean, Natalie and I went riding together, and then we went
swimming, and you already know we don't wear suits, and I asked her how she
does hers, and she said it's easier if someone does it for you, so I
practiced on her, and she shaved me.  You're not mad, are you?" she
babbled, her voice rushed and nervous. 

   "No, not at all," Tim replied truthfully.  "I wasn't aware she was
trimmed."

   "Oh, yes, I think she gave me her style down there."

   "Well, I'm sure she can't taste as good as you." Tim buried his tongue
in the bare folds before him, worried he had overstepped his bounds by even
mentioning another woman's pussy in Gwen's presence, particularly her
sister-in-law's. 

   She ran her fingers through his hair as he licked.  "That's sweet of you
to say, but I'm sure it's not true." Gwen resisted the Lady's demand she
mind her mouth.  You and your husband are comparing you and your
sister-in-law's private parts as if they're pies!

   Tim happily worked for a few moments more, Gwen's arousal building as he
spent more time on her sensitive clitoris.  "Honey, what about you?" she
finally asked.  "You need some attention, too." 

   He looked up, cheeks glistening with her wetness.  Gwen knew she should
be disgusted, the knowledge of where it came instead exciting her more. 
"Well, if you insist..." Tim moved from between her legs and laid beside
her as she scooted back up the bed a little.  He kissed her, the taste of
his lips a pungent reminder of where they had just been.  Gwen reached for
his staff, but her husband was quicker, straddling her chest while he
reached for pillows.  These were gently pushed behind her head, bringing
her face-to-eye with the swaying cobra before her.  The snake pushed
forward until the pink head made contact with her lips, gently pushing them
apart and sliding past them just a little to where her tongue could begin
to work. 

   Gwen's mouth lavished attention on whatever amount of her husband's
length he chose to give her, her right hand wrapping around his length
while the other fondled his dangling sac.  He was content to let her work
for some time, and she sensed he was growing close to giving her his seed
in a most depraved way, a way she found herself looking forward to. 

   She was surprised, therefore, when he withdrew, his diamond-hard staff
laid between her breasts. 

   "Push your boobs together."

   Gwen looked up at him, her confusion clear to him. 

   "Push your boobs together so they wrap around my cock." 

   Her hands gently pushed the mounds of flesh together until they formed a
tunnel from which the pink head of his snake emerged.  Tim's hips flexed,
and the snake's head pushed forward, out of sight below her chin.  She
looked up at him to see if she was doing it right, the contented look on
his face told her she was. 

   Tim fell forward until his chest hovered over his wife's head, hands
propped on either side of her while the cudgel between her breasts picked
up speed.  Her own hand crept behind the working torso and began to circle
her clit with a firm finger, Gwen's hips developing their own rhythm as her
sex-fogged mind decided the man on top of her would not notice what was
going on behind him.  With a final thrust, he grunted, and she felt rather
than saw the first jet of semen erupt from him, landing in the hollow of
her throat, hot against her skin, other blasts pooling with the first.

   A hearty exhale told her he was finished.  The spent man scrambled to
his feet.  "Stay there," he ordered.  Gwen froze but didn't remove her hand
from its spot between her legs, finger cautiously starting its rotation
again as he disappeared into the bathroom.

   Her finger stopped mid-circle as he reappeared with a washcloth in hand.
Gently he dried her neck, careful to catch any stray droplets or dribbles,
then bent to kiss her.  "Want me to finish that for you?" 

   Gwen blushed.  "Sorry?" 

   "I thought I might have interrupted you -"" Tim glanced down at her
crotch meaningfully before finding her eyes again -""and I wondered if you
wanted my help?"

   Embarrassment over being caught wrestled with a need for release.  "I'd
love for you to hold me, and if you want to, umm, help me, I'd love that
too."

   Tim was happy to oblige, spooning her as one arm pulled her tight to him
while the calloused fingers of his other hand alternated between stroking
her button and filling her opening.  Her second orgasm of the day soon
followed.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  22

   Tim was up first that morning, throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt
as the first hints of dawn lightened their bedroom window.  Gwen rose as
well, heading to the kitchen to make coffee for her husband to take with
him on to the lake that morning. 

   "Hey, why don't you come with me?" 

   The robed woman turned to him from her spot at the counter.  "Where? 
Fishing?" 

   "Yeah, come with me!"

   Gwen laughed.  "You know I don't fish."

   "You don't have to.  Bring a book, take a nap, enjoy the sights, be my
boat's eye candy." 

   "But I know you like the peace and quiet..." 

   "You're not exactly loud and obnoxious.  C'mon, I'll let you drive the
boat."

   "Now I know you're not serious.  Besides, I've got nothing ready to go
out on the lake..."

   "Throw the coffee in a thermos.  Put on some comfy clothes, and let's
go. We'll make the rest up as we go along." 

   "I don't know..."

   Tim rose.  "Get dressed while I hook up the trailer." With a smile, he
turned and went outside. 

   An order's an order, Gwen thought, and headed back to the bedroom. 
Jeans, long-sleeve shirt and sweatshirt were quickly selected.  It's
probably going to be hot out there once the sun comes up, she realized. 
I'll be overdressed by 10.  The now-nude woman weighed her options, a plan
forming.  Twenty minutes later, she and Tim were on the road.

   Despite the early hour, the landing was busy when they arrived.  Tim
waited patiently to put in, finally backing boat and trailer into the warm
water.  Once afloat, he tied up to a nearby dock, parked the truck and
returned. 

   He pulled away with the throttle low, not wishing to disturb the
residents of the nearby cottages, gradually increasing speed as they moved
farther up the lake to the more uninhabited reaches.  Boats, houses, and
other signs of civilization became less common until Tim cut the engine and
glided into a sheltered, tree-lined cove.  Gwen was thankful for her
sweatshirt in this shady nook, but could see the sun would be on them
before too long. 

   "Coffee?" she asked as Tim set to unlimbering his pole. 

   "Yeah, that stuff we picked up on the way was terrible," he said with a
grimace.  "That's quite a bag," he added with a smile.  "Did you pack the
coffeemaker?" 

   "Hush.  I wasn't sure what it would be like, so I just threw some things
in not knowing what we'd need." 

   "That's my Gwen.  Always prepared.  Well, I guess it can't hurt to bring
a raft along just in case." 

   "Stop it, or you'll get your own coffee." 

   Tim made his first cast after settling into a spot on the stern while
Gwen curled up in the sunken seating area forward of the cockpit.  The book
she had brought with her remained unopened as she just sat and enjoyed the
quiet, birds and frogs making a pleasant counterpoint to the muffled sounds
of outboard engines reaching their little harbor from across the open
stretches of water.  Her seat did not allow her much of a view to either
side of the boat, set as it was deep into the hull, but she didn't mind
-"what she could see of the trees and the blue sky above was relaxing
enough.  She could see why Tim treasured his time out here just as much as
she valued her rides with Dart...

   The cove began to brighten, the line of shade retreating across the
inlet as the sun advanced overhead.  The high summer heat soon followed,
and Gwen knew her fears of being overdressed had been well-founded.  Tim
smiled when he glanced back to see his wife had discarded the Nelson
Plumbing sweatshirt to reveal the long shirt beneath.  He wondered if her
bag included shorts or at least a skirt, and if she would be daring enough
to change her clothes right here in the middle of the lake. 

   He did a double-take when he looked back a short time later and found
that the jeans were gone, bikini bottoms just barely visible behind Gwen's
drawn-up legs. 

   She didn't miss her husband's extended look.  "You don't think people
can see me here, right?" 

   "Not unless they're right next to the boat, or sitting in a tree." 

   Tim turned back to his line, a smile on his face.  He was only slightly
less surprised to find the next time he turned that the shirt had been
discarded as well, revealing a matching bikini top. 

   "You're sure no one can see me, right?" 

   Tim looked around for effect.  "Just the squirrels." Gwen slouched into
the seat a little more and returned to her book.  He smiled again, checked
the reel, and walked forward to sit down next to her.  "Thanks for coming
out with me.  I appreciate the company." 

   "Thank you for asking me.  I had almost forgotten how pretty it could be
out here."

   "I never thought you had time to appreciate the scenery when we used to
come out here.  It's not so beautiful when you have two children with you
screaming for you to go faster and asking when they would get to swim." 

   Gwen smiled.  "I was so worried they would fall overboard." 

   "They had life preservers.  They'd float until we got back to them." 

   Tim smiled at the beautiful woman beside him and leaned in to kiss her.
"Something I want to ask you." 

   Uh-oh.  "Uhh, sure?"

   "It's none of my business, and if you don't want to talk about it,
that's okay too, but when you and Natalie were givin' each other haircuts
yesterday, did that bother you any?"

   Gwen's eyes grew wide.  "Oh God!  I'll stop!  I thought you wouldn't be
mad -"I'm so sorry!" 

   Tim smiled, a patient laugh rolling out.  "Relax.  I'm not mad, it's
just something that most guys will think that if you're down there, you're
down there for more than a trim and a shave." 

   Gwen looked around nervously, suddenly remembering that sound carried
across open water.  "Do you?" Tim smiled and a shrugged his shoulders.  "I
know, I know, I even asked Natalie if it was normal to do that and she said
it was with her friends.  Of course, I know shaving each other's privates
is just one small part of what she and her friends do together.  Tim, I
have no experience with what women do or don't do around each other -"I'm
sure she's telling the truth, but maybe she's not normal!?" 

   "It's possible," Tim conceded.  He knew he had very little experience in
this area -"a former girlfriend had once strongly hinted at what really
happened at her slumber parties, and how she had picked up certain tidbits
of sexual prowess from friends, but what the hell did that mean, anyways?
"But I think what's more important is how you feel about all this -"does it
make you uncomfortable, or is it something else, something, I don't
know...enjoyable?" 

   Gwen folded her arms and brought her body forward to rest on her knees.
"I would never tell this to anyone else in the world, and I can't believe
I'm even telling you, but since you asked...you promise not to get mad?" A
smile and a shake of his head was mildly reassuring to her.  "I feel a
little like I used to when I would go to Miss Ritter's apartment...like I
knew I was doing something incredibly deviant, but that just made it really
exciting, and that made it feel even better.  I mean, I get excited with
you when we...make love...  too, but this is different, like it's so risky
and dangerous, like being on a rollercoaster.  I know it's sick and
depraved...maybe, I need to slow down, or talk to somebody." 

   "Rollercoasters are fun, and safe if you don't have a bad back or are
pregnant.  If what you're doing isn't hurting anybody, most of all you, why
not do it?" 

   "Because it's wrong?"

   "Says who?"

   "Says morality and decency."

   "Fuck morality and decency.  Morality is doing what you think is right;
decency is not hurting anybody else while doing it." 

   Gwen laughed at her husband's use of such strong profanity.  "And
wouldn't I be hurting you if I ever did something like that?" 

   "It didn't hurt the first time."

   I can't believe my husband of all people is giving me this advice." 

   "It's not like I'm not getting anything out of this.  Since you and
Natalie have become friends, our sex life has gone through the roof, and I
still don't have to do office paperwork or cook." 

   "Aren't you afraid I might go too far?"

   "What's too far?  That you'd leave me to move in with your
sister-in-law?" 

   Gwen was quick to answer.  "I can't imagine spending my life with anyone
but you."

   "There ya go." Tim looked up at the cloudless sky.  "Getting hot out
here." 

   "It is.  Do you want to head back?"

   "In a bit.  Want to cool off with a swim first?"

   "I guess we could.  Did you bring a suit?"

   He smiled and pulled of his shirt.  "Don't need one." Boots, pants and
underwear soon followed. 

   "Tim!  What if someone sees you?" 

   "Out here?  They'll need good binoculars.  Besides, who wants to look at
a flabby-assed old man with a small penis?" 

   "You're not flabby-assed or old, and you don't have a small penis!  Now
please, get dressed before someone comes!" 

   "Not before I cool off.  You coming with me?"

   "Yes!  Just go!"

   Tim stood there, looking at her expectantly.  "Aren't you going to take
off your suit first?"

   "What!?  No!  This thing is already too revealing for public." Gwen
stood and moved to the stern, dropping of the edge and into the water.  She
surfaced to see Tim standing where she had jumped off, still very naked. 
"C'mon!  Hurry!  It's nice!"

   "I'm not coming in and you're not getting out until you give me your
bikini."

   "No way!  Stop playing, Tim!"

   "Your top, please."

   The couple stared at each other for a moment, Gwen treading water,
looking up at her naked husband, his length beginning to twitch to life. 
"Grrr...you are in trouble when I get out, mister." She untied the string
about her neck and back then tossed the twin triangles up to her waiting
husband.  "Good enough?"

   "Halfway there."

   Gwen stopped kicking long enough to remove the bottoms and throw them at
Tim with more force than necessary, holding her breath when they nearly
sailed past his hand and over the other side of the boat.  Task completed,
Tim dropped into the water. 

   It had been her intent to climb the ladder as soon as he was in and
retrieve her things, but his insistence on a hug and a kiss as they floated
together delayed her. 

   "So, how many penises have you been looking at to know mine isn't
small?" 

   "What?  None!"

   "You sure you didn't catch more than a glimpse of the two in the pool
the other day?"

   "I barely saw them!  And anyways, I don't care how big yours is -"it's
big enough for me!"

   "So you're saying I'm not so big after all?" His smile made it clear he
was teasing.

   "Stop that!  I don't know how big you are -"I just know I like it,
alright?"

   Tim's hands cupped her bare bottom.  "Wanna find out how big it can
get?"

   The revving of a nearby outboard, very close, cut short Gwen's reply. 
With a hint of panic she broke free from her husband's embrace and swam for
the ladder, not even getting halfway before a bass boat nosed into the tiny
harbor.  An older white-haired gentleman was at the wheel, his wife sitting
behind him, her wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow across her face.  The
driver cut the power and the engine fell into a low grumble as the boat
lost momentum and stopped, only a few yards separating it from the swimming
couple's boat.  Tim tread water between the two, seemingly unconcerned
about his lack of swimwear while Gwen frantically weighed the pros and cons
of swimming out of sight behind their boat or staying where she was, a
respectable distance from the elderly couple.  In the end she stayed,
trying to stay submerged up to her chin. 

   They stood and moved to the rail of their boat, looking down at her
husband just a few feet away.  "'Mornin'!  I saw the rod out -"how's the
fishing?" 

   "Kinda slow," Tim called back, still treading water, looking up at the
couple.  "They weren't really biting this morning.  Thought we'd go for a
swim instead." Gwen wondered just how much they could see from their
vantage point -"was the water clear enough to make out her husband's nudity
just a few feet below the surface? 

   "Makes sense," the man agreed.  "One of our favorite places for sunnin'
and swimmin'.  Well, I think we might go up the shore a little and maybe
come back in a bit if we don't find another spot.  That is, if you don't
mind sharin'."

   "Nope, not at all," Tim replied amiably.  Gwen was aghast at the thought
these people might stay.  She was getting a little tired, and the idea that
she might have to climb the ladder in her current state of undress was
troubling.  And a little exciting, she was forced to admit. 

   The man returned to the chair behind the wheel, but the woman stayed at
the rail, looking down at Tim and smiling.  "The fish in this part of the
lake love worms," she called out as the engine revved and the craft moved
away.  "Just be careful the fish don't take a bite out of it." 

   Tim smiled and waved while Gwen desperately swam for the ladder,
hoisting herself up and onto the deck as the visitors moved around the
point of land.  She half-crawled forward to grab towels for herself and
Tim, frantically pawing through the bag before wrapping one around her and
hurrying back to the stern. 

   Tim was still several feet from the ladder when she returned, still
treading water.  Looking down, she discovered just how clear the water was
-"a smudge of darkness surrounding a streak of pale flesh was obvious
between his legs. 

   "Hurry up Tim, before they get back," Gwen urged.  "I think they know we
were naked!"

   He laughed.  "I think you're right.  Probably the only reason they left
is because they wanted to give us time to finish what we were doing." 

   "Finish?  You mean swimming?"

   "Well, swimming is one thing boys and girls do together when they're
naked.  How about I come up there and we can do some other things?"

   "Out here?  No way!  It's bad enough they caught us without our bathing
suits on!  What if they -"or somebody else -"catches us doing something
worse?" 

   "I wouldn't exactly call it worse, and maybe they'd find us
inspirational."

   "That's not funny!  They were old enough to be my parents!  We'd be in
so much trouble if they caught us doing something like that!  We'd get
arrested for lewd behavior!"

   "Out here?  The wardens are out looking for unlicensed fishermen, not
married couples enjoying a hot sunny day."

   "Just hurry and get in the boat, please?  I promise we can do anything
you want when we get home."

   "Promise?"

   "Yes, yes, promise!  Now please, let's get out of here before they come
back." 

   Tim's first strokes towards the boat were enough to convince her he was
coming back aboard.  She again hurried forward, frantically throwing on
underwear, jeans and shirt.  The naked man at the stern took his time
drying off, deliberately putting on just enough to pass the test of decency
before making his way to the cockpit and bringing the engine to life.  Gwen
could just make out the elderly couple's boat farther up the shoreline as
they left the cove. 

   Tim's easy smile as he drove told her he was not at all upset about
their close call, and Gwen began to take stock of her own feelings about
the event.  The Lady had certainly made her point clear about the dangers
of being caught naked in public; the Slut teased her with the excitement of
that same danger.  What would the other woman have done if Gwen had given
her husband a good look at the naked female body just a few feet away? 
What would it have been like if she had allowed Tim to make love to her
right there, out in the open like that?  What if the boat had returned in
time to see them coupling, with her husband between her legs, or worse,
with his penis in her mouth...her musings made the trip back seem rapid. 

   He had the boat trailered in good time, the truck pulling the craft out
onto the road and towards home.  "A promise is a promise, right?" he asked
with a smile as they reached cruising speed.

   "Of course.  Did all that really get you in the mood?  You know they
could probably see you weren't wearing anything, right?"

   "I'm pretty sure they did, and I'm very sure the guy was trying to check
you out to see if you were in the same condition.  If they did, they didn't
seem too upset." Gwen had to agree that the couple had seem very nice about
the whole situation.  "As for 'in the mood', seeing you in all your naked
glory gets me 'in the mood'.  Knowing that guy was trying to get a better
look at the meal I get to eat made it all that much better.  So, what's on
the menu when we get home?"

   Gwen blushed at his casual reference to their upcoming lovemaking. 
"Whatever you would like." 

   "Well, I've got the rest of the drive home to think of the
possibilities." 

   Gwen spent most of the ride thinking of the possibilities, as well. 
Just what would Tim want her to do?  Would he make a request that would be
too much for her to fulfill?  A promise is a promise, the Slut reminded
her. Whatever he wanted, it would be out of the question to say no.

   The presence of Alison's car in their driveway made it clear that her
questions would have to wait to be answered.  The kitchen door was locked,
curious, they both thought as Tim turned the key and the couple stepped
into the kitchen.  Tim checked messages while Gwen made her way to the
bedroom with towels for the hamper.  The sound of the shower through the
open bedroom doorway as she drew near indicated where the car's owner could
be found. 

   Mother stepped into the bedroom from the hallway as her naked daughter
stepped in from the bathroom on the opposite side.  Both saw each other at
the same time, the looks of shock on both women's faces showing a distinct
family resemblance.  Alison shrieked and ducked back into the bathroom as
Gwen turned and retreated to the hallway.  "Mom!  You're back!  Is Daddy
with you?  Jason, my parents are home!" she said with a nervous urgency. 
Well, that would answer why the shower was still running, Gwen thought. 
Her son-in-law was still in it.  Her daughter appeared in the hall a moment
later, towel now demurely wrapped about her, babbling excitedly as she
worked to tuck the edge in near the side of her breast.  "I called this
morning -"I got the day off unexpectedly and I wanted to come up and ride
-"but I got the machine, and when we got here, the boat was gone, so we
figured you went to the lake today and wouldn't be back until tonight and
Jason and I rode and he took Tigger.  You never go to the lake with Daddy?"

   "Your father didn't want to go alone, and yes he's out unhitching the
boat.  Are, uhh, you and Jason staying for dinner?" 

   "Well, if we're not imposing...let me check with him." Gwen was already
at work in the kitchen when Alison returned nearly fifteen minutes later,
wet skin making her mother wonder if she had gotten back into the shower to
get her husband's answer.  "If it's not too much trouble, we'd love to
stay. Let me go get changed and I'll help you." 

   She returned a few moments later, dressed in clothes that had not been
out of her closet since she had left home for college.  Jason appeared a
moment later, wearing the clothes he had ridden in, if Gwen's sense of
smell was correct.  A casual meal was prepared and consumed with bottles of
wine, the two couples sitting for a while on the deck before daughter and
son-in-law said their goodbyes.  It was nearly 7 before Tim and Gwen were
again alone in their home. 

   "I guess they must have forgotten a change of clothes," she said as they
cleared the table. 

   "What do you mean?"

   "Didn't you notice?  They both took showers after they went riding, but
Alison had to get clean things out of her room, and Jason put the clothes
he went riding in back on.  I would have thought they'd shower when they
got home." 

   Tim laughed.  "I think they were more concerned about what they smelled
like for each other before they went home." 

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean I think they were using the shower for something other than
getting clean."



   "You mean they were going to...do THAT...if we hadn't shown up?  My
little girl?"

   "Your married daughter," Tim reminded her.  "The one that will probably
give you your first grandchild, as long as KD doesn't get careless and beat
her to it.  And I know you know how babies are made...besides, Alison is
married to a young man who most likely doesn't like to wait when the mood
strikes."

   "What makes you say that about him?"

   "Because he's a man, and he's young...speaking of moods, is tonight a
good night to keep your promise?  If you're tired, it can wait." 

   "No, I'm fine.  Besides," Gwen wrapped her arms around her husband's
waist, "a promise is a promise.  Did you decide on something?"

   "Maybe," he chuckled, "but I don't want to ask for anything that might
make you uncomfortable."

   "Don't ask, then.  Tell me what to do," Gwen said softly.  "I'll do
whatever it is, I promise."

   "Well," Tim began slowly.  "Let me ask you a question first.  I noticed
the other night that you were touching yourself while I was, uhh, on your
chest.  Do you ever do that when you're alone?"

   Gwen buried her head in his neck, too embarrassed to look at him, and
nodded. 

   "Do you ever finish that way?" Another nod.  She steeled herself for the
inevitable question about her hidden toys.  Instead, strong hands grasped
each shoulder and walked her backwards until her rear made contact with the
kitchen table.  Gwen looked up, eyes wide in astonishment.  Tim's face was
impassive, unreadable.  "Take your clothes off." 

   "Here?  What if the kids forgot something and come back?" 

   "Take your clothes off," he repeated in the same firm yet patient tone
that made it obvious this was not a negotiation.  Her fingers began to work
the buttons of her blouse, leaving it tucked into the waist of her jeans
until those slid down her muscled legs.  Bra and panties joined shirt and
pants laid neatly over the back of nearby chair.  Gwen demurely folded her
hands in front of her mostly-shaven cleft and briefly looked into the eyes
of her husband leaning back against the counter, the smug smile curling his
lip giving her a shiver of excitement.  Her focus moved on to his arms as
they lay folded against his chest. 

   "Touch yourself." 

   Gwen glanced nervously behind her.  "But the curtains are open!"

   "Touch yourself.  Down there."

   She was mentally reluctant but physically anxious to comply.  The index
finger of her right hand was slowly pushed into her furrow while the left
hand attempted to provide cover.  Even the tentative advance of the digit
down her moist lips gave her a tremor of physical and mental pleasure. 

   Touch yourself like you do when I'm not here." 

   "But I wouldn't be touching myself out here," she replied in a
near-whine. 

   "Alright," Tim laughed gently.  "Then exactly where would you be
touching yourself?"

   By that window, in the office, in the pool, up at the top of the hill,
the Slut answered.  "Well, the bedroom, I guess," she managed. 

   "Alright then, show me in there." 

   Gwen led the way down the hall, lying on the bed with ankles crossed
while Tim undressed, his erection snapping into view as he hurriedly pushed
down the underwear that had snagged on it He grabbed her ankles and spread
her legs before climbing on the mattress.  Her initial thought was that Tim
had changed his mind and that she was to be mounted right then and there.
To her mild surprise, he took a seat between her outstretched thighs, legs
thrown over her own.  "Touch yourself." 

   Again her right hand reached down with an extended finger, the left hand
not providing cover this time.  Embarrassment burned in her as she lay wide
open, stroke and probe herself in front of Tim.  I wouldn't be doing this
if he hadn't made me, she lied to the Lady.  But he had made it clear what
he wanted...her building excitement grew as he began to stroke himself
while he watched her finger slide up and down through her slit, circling
her nub before retreating to just above her rosebud, then back.  Eventually
her palm planted itself firmly on her mons and rubbed back and forth while
the finger shortened its path and spent more and more time pushing in and
out of her opening. 

   Tim's hand continued to slide along his length as he watched on in
fascination, eyes only occasionally traveling up her twitching stomach to
watch her left hand as it began to caress her breasts.  Gwen's eyes would
open briefly to look at his staff, skin moving loosely along his length
beneath his closed fist as it pushed clear liquid up to bubble out of the
angry red head.

   Gwen's mental and physical pleasure was taking its toll on her
self-control.  She found herself wishing for a vibrator, maybe two, as her
palm pressed down on the nerve endings above and around her clit.  Maybe
now would be the time to reveal the items in her closet?  No, the Lady
decided.  He might be threatened by them, particularly that big weapon that
occupied its own boot. 

   Tim's breathing grew ragged and his strokes more forceful as he stared
at her hand hard at work just inches from his own.  Gwen could feel his
legs tense and his breathing catch in mid-inhale, followed by the first jet
of white cream.  It landed on the back of her hand with a dull wet plop,
surprisingly hot against her already-warm skin.  The jets pulsed in
heartbeat-like intervals as he mashed his fist down against the base of his
hose, growing weaker with each, Tim doing his best to push forward and have
them land on her and not the bedspread.  Gwen stopped her own efforts for a
moment to watch the liquid gather on the back of her hand before she could
resist no longer and resumed her own urgent stroking even as her husband's
seed began to slide off, down onto her waiting sex.  She imagined her
impending orgasm as more of an approaching storm than the first violent
bolt of lightning, and the gathering clouds made the breaking storm made
that much more intense.  She desperately wanted to bring her legs together,
to squeeze down and somehow control the waves radiating out from her sex,
but Tim's body was in the way and his sides bore the brunt of her reflexive
muscle contractions.  She fought the urge to cry out while her hand
squeezed the tit beneath.

   And then it was over, the space between her legs and the shifting of the
bed telling her Tim had gotten up even as she shuddered through the last
tremors of her climax.  He hurried back into the room as she opened her
eyes, washcloth in hand.

   "Sorry," he said apologetically.  "Got some on the bedspread.  Got most
of it on you, though.  Sorry about that,too." 

   "It's alright," she replied weakly as he dabbed clumsily between her
open legs, amused at how quickly the man whose bidding she had just done
had turned into someone fearing her wrath for a stained duvet.  "I'll put
it in the wash tonight.  We've got a spare." 

   Gwen held out her hand for the washcloth.  "May I?" Tim quickly handed
it over, watching her reaction carefully.  Her right hand and crotch were
cleaned before she arose to head to the bathroom and finish the job.

   "Maybe a swim before bed?" Tim asked when she returned. 

   "That would be nice.  I'm guessing bathing suits are neither required or
wanted?"

   "Good guess." 

   Gwen made her way down the hall, coming back after a moment with the
clothes she had been told to discard earlier. 

   "What are you doing?" Tim asked as she began to step into her panties.

   "I'm going to make sure the horses are all set before I go up to the
pool." 

   "And you need to be dressed to do that?"

   "Well, yes, of course."

   "Why?" 

   Gwen stood there, searching for an answer.  Five minutes later the
horses were mildly surprised to see their humans walk in from the gathering
darkness, naked save for their muck boots. 

   The sight of Tim throwing hay bales from one part of the barn to the
other, taut muscles rippling while penis and testicles swung wildly,
planted less than pure thoughts in his wife's head.  Gwen made those
thoughts take shape in the water a few moments later, and culminated in
their bedroom with a comfortable lovemaking session shortly after that.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  23

   Tim's support had been requested by a local contractor at the planning
board meeting that Tuesday evening.  Gwen waited until all the trucks were
back and being unloaded that afternoon before she kissed him goodbye and
headed off on her own.  She had told her husband and herself that she
really needed to do some clothes shopping, and that part was true; her
loosening morals had made her current attire seem dull and she felt an
obligation to Tim to give him what she believed he wanted.  Some newer,
fresher styles were needed -"not too slutty, she cautioned herself, just
more in keeping with the times and her expanding comfort level.

   What she would not admit, what the Slut on her shoulder did not dare
even suggest, was that she craved some excitement.  Perhaps if the
conditions were right, she might be in a position to give someone a peek of
her underwear, or perhaps her bare back.  All without them knowing she was
doing it, of course; it would have to be a believable accident on her
part. 

   Her destination was not the mall, but a smaller shopping center two
towns over; she had no desire to run into anyone she might know, and she
wondered if even the distance she had traveled would be enough to prevent
that.  The long-sleeve shirt that had maintained her modesty in front of
the boys back at the shop was discretely removed after she pulled to a stop
in the shopping center parking lot; not before a thorough scan of the area
for any passerbys, however.  Underneath was a tank top she had found in
Alison's closet, scandalous in the amount of bare shoulder and arm it
showed, even threatening to reveal a bra strap if she were not careful. 

   Gwen glanced down as she hurried across the scorching pavement towards
the cool interior of her target.  The top was a little tighter on her than
she had hoped, her breasts distinctly defined under the thin material and
pushed into a hint of cleavage beneath the low-scooped top.  The Lady was
adamant her bra would not be up to the task of preventing her nipples from
proclaiming her loose morals should she get a sudden chill, while the Slut
hoped the Lady was correct.  Gwen took solace in the fact that the trickle
of sweat running down between her breasts made that unlikely, at least in
the short term. 

   The first blast of refrigerated air hit her in the face as the doors
slid open.  Gwen managed to keep a measured pace to the first racks of
clothing before again looking down.  The Lady had been right about the bra.
She briefly thought about returning to the truck, at least to retrieve the
shirt she had just removed, but instead pressed on in the opposite
direction, compromising by keeping her chest pointed away from the other
shoppers. 

   Gwen made a quick pass by the dressing rooms upon reaching women's wear,
making note of the fact that waiting area and changing rooms were even more
closely situated than Crandall's.  That the area was currently without an
attendant was not lost on her, either.  One less person to put a crimp in
her ill-advised plans. 

   She hurried back into the racks of clothing, intent on quickly choosing
items to try on that she might actually buy and wear -"she had to go home
with something for her efforts.  A look of disappointment almost cracked
her deceptively-calm demeanor as another pass by the dressing rooms
revealed nobody, male or female, waiting for a friend of significant other.
You've been parading around this store with your nipples sticking out of
this ridiculous shirt, the Lady scolded.  Just try on the slutwear you've
got in your hand and go home before you get in real trouble!  A part of her
wanted to take the direction; perhaps just going into one of the stalls and
undressing would be enough to satisfy her need for excitement.  The Slut
finally talked her into making one more trip into the racks to look for a
few more items.  If there's still no one here when I get back, Gwen
decided, then I'll just go in and see how these look.  That would probably
be for the best, anyways -"this is insane!

   The trembling woman continued to carefully select items, taking her
time. The chill of the air-conditioning had worn off some time ago, but
still the bra failed to contain the eraser points beneath it.  Finally Gwen
could wait no longer and made her way among the racks back to the open area
at the rear of the department. 

   Her breath caught at the sight of the tall, thin, man standing with his
back to her in the entranceway to the dressing rooms, looking down the
stall-lined hallway.  Gwen took stock as she brought her gathered items to
her chest as a sort of shield and advanced.  Neat black hair, t-shirt,
Cargo shorts, sneakers with no socks, wedding band on the ring finger of
the left hand which was resting high on the doorframe. 

   "Umm, excuse me?" 

   The man turned and looked down at her, a surprised smile on his face. 
"Oh, sorry, please, excuse me." His eyes surreptitiously scanned her from
top to bottom before he moved to the side

   Gwen could hear the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor in what
seemed to be the last cubicle on the right.  Are you crazy?  The Lady
screamed.  You can't go in there!  What if this man decides to trap you and
have his way with you!  There will be no one here to help you!

   That's probably his wife back there, the Slut reasoned.  I seriously
doubt she's going to let him do that.  Besides, there's plenty of people in
this store just a scream away.  Gwen pressed on, selecting the second booth
on the left. 

   With shaking hands she "carelessly" let the left half of the
barroom-style swinging door stick in a partially open position, a ten-inch
gap between it and its partner while she sorted and hung her potential
purchases,.  The oversight was not attended to, and Gwen glanced right,
into the mirror on the wall.  The reflection allowed her to see through the
gap, the waiting area partially visible behind the thin man still standing
in the entrance to the hallway.  She allowed herself a long enough look to
see his eyes shifting nervously back and forth between the end of the
corridor and her door.

   Don't look in the mirror, Gwen chided herself as she decided her next
steps.  Don't let him know you know.  With a deep breath, she turned her
back to the reflection and bent to remove her sandals. 

   The sound of dressing room doors rattling momentarily froze her in
place. Not mine, Gwen decided.  Further down the hall.

   "How's this look, honey?" 

   A male voice, the man at the entrance, replied.  "Uhh, looks nice."

   "Keeper?"

   "If you like it." 

   Gwen turned slightly and risked another look in the mirror.  The man was
still there, his attention drawn to the end of the corridor where his wife
was modeling.  She quickly averted her eyes as the sound of the door
closing came up the hall and the man's eyes began to shift back to her
cubicle. 

   Now what?  Did she actually dare to go through with this crazy scheme?
It would be so easy to just reach back and pull the door shut, ask him to
take a seat, do the proper thing...a nice compromise might be to close the
door and strip naked knowing he was just a few feet away. 

   No.  Not enough.  The Slut wanted more.  Fingers moved to the zipper of
her jeans without need for further instruction, slackening the tension on
the brass button only slightly before it too was undone.  The denim was
slowly pushed down and off her hips, dragging panties along for an inch or
two until the friction on them was lessened.  Gwen felt some consolation in
the possibility of reversing the action and stopping her depraved show
until she stepped out of one, then the other leg.  Now, with underwear,
naked thighs and calves on display, in her mind there was no turning
back. 

   She bent to pick up her jeans, taking the time to give her audience a
long look, the top of the cleft between her globes visible above where her
panties had been dragged down.  Gwen finally straightened and gave up what
little cover the tank-top offered with a quick pull of it over her head. 
Another decision point had been reached.  She could stop there, clad in her
bra and panties, and go about the business of trying her items on, or she
could go further.  The sound of the man's wife coming back out into the
corridor gave her time to consider.  Gwen risked another look.

   "How about this one?"

   The man was still in the same spot, a look of surprise and guilt on his
face as he looked past her doorway and down the hallway to where his wife
stood. 

   "Uhh, that one's nice, too." 

   Do you like this one, or the first one better?" 

   "Uhh, that one?" 

   "Alright.  Let me try on the others." 

   The man turned his attention back to the open door as soon as his wife
disappeared from view to find Gwen's naked back on display in the
reflection.  He nervously looked over his shoulder, suddenly aware his
voyeurism might not have gone unnoticed by others.  The slightly-open door
called him back, to where Gwen had turned sideways to reach for the items
hanging on the wall hook there.  He was rewarded with a view of the side of
firm, pert breasts pointed proudly at the clothes as she selected a shirt,
turning her back to the mirror only after she had buttoned it.  Two more
shirts were tried and removed in the same manner before the man's wife
stepped out again. 

   "Too short?" 

   "Uhh, no, no, I don't think so." 

   "I think it might be..." 

   He returned his attention to the cubicle just a few feet away even as
Gwen was pushing her modest panties down.  The separation of her muscular
cheeks was clearly visible, her most secret place almost visible in the
dusk between her legs. 

   Please turn around, the man begged as he held his breath, and he was not
disappointed.  A beautifully sculpted body of smooth, flowing lines was
presented to him, the lips of her shaven sex clearly visible beneath a
short tuft of hair.  This was too good to be true-she had to be doing this
on purpose!  The entrancing view was brief as Gwen reached for a skirt
-"the shortest skirt she had ever considered -"and stepped into it. 
Breasts jiggled and dangled invitingly. 

   The door down the corridor opened, followed by the sound of the woman
walking purposefully up the hallway.  "I like this, but it's a little too
small.  I'm going to go get another size.  My purse in there; can you hang
out so nobody walks off with it?" 

   Gwen risked another glance to find that her audience had retreated back
into the waiting area, out of sight; another look a moment later found him
still by the chairs, but now in a position to resume his watching, albeit
from a greater distance.  She obliged him with more casual switching of
clothes, spending as much time as believable in nothing at all. 

   "Excuse me?"

   Gwen almost shrieked as she reached for something to cover herself up
with.  The wife had returned and was standing outside her door.  She willed
herself not to throw up.

   "Uhh, yes?"

   "Sorry, but your door is a little open.  Not sure if you knew or not."

   "Oh my goodness," Gwen replied as she quickly snatched it shut.  "How
embarrassing.  Thank you so much." 

   "You're welcome." The woman continued on back to her cubicle. 

   A surge of adrenaline fueled a frantic scramble to dress, her heart
pounding as she zipped her jeans back up and leaned against the wall.  The
shirt in her truck would come in handy right now, an extra layer to
proclaim her modesty upon her exit.  She couldn't leave now, not until the
man and his wife were gone -"it would be too embarrassing to face him!  She
contented herself with rearranging the items she had tried on, neatly
hanging and folding, certain she would not be buying any of these slutty
outfits today.

   Her breathing and heart rate began to slow only after the woman exited
the dressing room without a confrontation.  Gwen waited another five
minutes before making her own escape, furtively looking left and right,
anxious to avoid the couple if they had decided to continue shopping.  She
surprised herself by willingly tempting disaster and staying long enough to
purchase many of the items she had tried on, Gwen's perverted arousal again
surging as she presented the decadent garments to the cashier as clear
proof that she was slutty enough to wear these! 

   Adrenaline-fueled giddiness pulsed through her as she pulled out of the
parking lot and on to the road home.  She had not felt this way since the
first time she had gone horse jumping without her parent's knowledge.  The
same exultation at being a part of something so risky, so dangerous, so
forbidden...I'll bet you wouldn't be so happy if that woman had known that
you were showing her husband your naked body, the Lady grumped.  What if
she had taken exception to it?  What then?

   He didn't have to look, the Slut countered. 

   Gwen knew there was another feeling this time that the horse jumping had
not produced, however.  She was almost painfully aware of an intense sexual
need that would likely produce a memorable orgasm, and the reliving of this
event would produce others.  Her hand strayed to her denim-covered crotch
more than once, the Lady reminding her of the need for two hands on the
wheel each time. 

   Her headlights swept across the row of vehicles in front of the shop as
she made the turn up the driveway.  Tim's truck was still absent, but
Cliff's was parked at the end of the shop, where it normally sat on
workdays.  Either he had gone with Tim to the Planning Board meeting, or
was still here, working on something...the shop was dark, though.  She
could just make out three towels hanging over the pool fence like signal
flags that some of the boys had been swimming in her absence.  Was Cliff
still up there?  Her heart thudded as she idled the vehicle and checked her
phone for a string of text messages that had come in while she was on the
way back -"no texting and driving for the Nelson family!

   taking forever

   not sure when Ill be home

   dont wait up

   love you

   No mention as to whether Cliff was with her husband.  Gwen bit her lip,
then turned off the engine and opened the door.  The Lady instructed her to
call out in case the pool was still in use and the swimmers not decent; the
Slut advised stealth for a greater chance of an accidental encounter.  She
closed the truck door just enough to turn off the dome light and made her
way up the hillock. 

   To her disappointment, the pool water was still and the hung towels dry,
clear signs nobody had been up here for quite a while.  Cliff must be with
Tim, she decided.

   The sexual heat from her dressing room display had not lessened on her
drive home, and the brief hope of accidentally catching the muscular black
man in a compromising position had made it flare.  The right thing to do,
of course, would be to wait until her husband got home and satisfy her lust
that way, but there was no telling when he would return and whether he
would be in the mood to take her when he did.  Her toys might be the thing
to take the edge off; but what if the men returned in the middle of her
debauched activity?  Her palm and fingers, under the covers in a darkened
room, seemed her safest bet.  But maybe a swim first...

   It seemed too much trouble to go all the way down to the house and
change into a bathing suit.  As long as she was quick about it, she could
be in and out and back to the house before they came back, and if they did
show up early, she would have time to get dressed before they discovered
her.  Gwen stepped farther up the pool deck to a point where she was sure
no one in the yard would be able to see her, disrobed, and dropped into the
water with a small splash.  While the water was cool enough to refresh
after the heat of the day but not chill, it did nothing for the sexual fire
that raged.  The nude woman swam to the other side, to where she knew the
filter jet lay just beneath the surface.  I'll still have time to get out
and get dressed if anyone comes, Gwen reasoned as her elbows and forearms
were positioned on the edge to allow her mons and clitoris to be pounded by
the forceful underwater stream.  What was the man who had seen her naked
doing now, she wondered?  Were he and his wife making love, or was he
touching himself, images of Gwen fueling his lust?  Her mental wanderings
switched to an image of him masturbating right there in the dressing room
corridor even as her climax began. 

   Gwen grit her teeth and rode the orgasmic waves as her hips
involuntarily twitched against her watery tormentor.  The intensity became
too much to bear and the semi-coherent woman turned her body enough to take
her out of the jet's outflow, the swirling water nearby still creating
sensations on her sensitive skin. 

   Only now did the danger of her morally corrupt actions in the store
begin to occupy her thoughts as she climbed the pool stairs on unsteady
legs, her lust no longer able to mask the fact that she had again willingly
exposed herself to another man.  Still, the Lady shook her head in
disbelief as Gwen reached for one of the hanging towels and began to dry
herself, the idea that the fabric drying her skin may have done the same
for a young man's sexual parts just a short time ago. 

   Gwen gathered the other towels from the fence and made her way down to
the house, deciding to dress and come back up for her clothes after she had
deposited her current load in the hamper.  Task completed, the Slut pushed
her to push the envelope a bit further, to forego a change and just go back
up to the pool for the things she left.  Gwen accepted, but drew the line
at doing barn chores in the nude -"to be that far from the house if Tim and
Cliff were to come back was just plain crazy.  In the end, she had been in
bed for an hour before the men returned, the sound of one truck pulling
into the yard followed shortly after by another leaving muffled by the hum
and woosh of the central air. 

   The Slut pointed out how wise her decision to take care of herself
earlier had been after Tim quietly entered the bedroom, undressed, climbed
into bed and kissed her, then fell asleep. 

   Gwen fretted the next two evenings as after-hours emergency calls kept
Tim out late, delaying her need to show her husband -"and herself -"just
how much she loved and desired him despite her perverse behavior.  Others
may get to see her, she subconsciously acknowledged, but only he could have
her. 

   Natalie was right on time the next morning, again wearing a shirt that
struggled to contain the breasts beneath it, again removing even that
little cover before leaving the barn.  Gwen followed suit shortly after. 

   "You ever ride naked?"

   Gwen turned in surprise.  "Huh?  Out here?  Oh, no, I never have."

   "Ever think about it?"

   "I don't think it would be that comfortable," Gwen replied after
regaining her composure.  "No matter how broken in the leather is on these
western saddles, there's so much, I'd think your thighs and your, uhh,
privates, would stick once they got sweaty."

   Natalie laughed.  "Yeah, I suppose that's true." 

   "I did an English saddle without any clothes a couple of times." Gwen
cursed the fact her words had completely bypassed her modesty filter.

   It was Natalie's turn to be surprised.  "You did?  When?"

   Gwen replied slowly, kicking herself for saying anything in the first
place.  "Well, Miss Ritter made me do that in the indoor riding ring
between our apartments.  She said it would be a good reminder to keep my
bottom off the saddle and in a good riding position."

   "Wow!  Weren't you scared you'd get caught?"

   "I was petrified.  I guess she made sure nobody would be around the
nights she had me do that." 

   "And you didn't wear anything?"

   "Just my riding boots and a pair of gloves."

   "Sorry Gwen, I'm sure it wasn't the most pleasant experience for you,
but that sounds incredibly hot." 

   "I guess it wasn't too bad...at least she let me get dressed to put my
horse away." 



   The two rode in silence for another quarter mile.  "Ever hear of anyone
getting an orgasm when they were out riding?" 

   Gwen laughed in shock.  "Good heavens Natalie, what's with you today?  I
mean, what kind of question is that?" 

   "Just a question.  I mean, you've got this big ole' hunk of leather
between your legs, you got this saddlehorn conveniently placed to apply
some extra pressure...you mean to tell me no girl has ever made use of
that?" 

   "Not that I know of.  I'd tell you that if you'd like to be the first to
try, go ahead, but I'm afraid you'd fall off and hurt yourself." 

   Fair enough.  Sorry, but Adam's been way too busy lately, and my toys
are starting to get stale.  I guess I'm looking for something a little
change-of-pace, if you know what I mean."

   "Maybe you could go see Liz?" Gwen marveled at how casually she could
suggest her sister-in-law go have lesbian sex. 

   "If I could get away that long..." 

   The pair talked of more mundane matters as they climbed to the picnic
table, Gwen wondering if she had chosen this path for something other than
the view.  They sat mostly in silence, their exposed skin soaking in the
rays, until the heat became too much.  Gwen laughed at the idea anything
could have happened as they began the trip down.  The barn was reached,
horses put out in the paddock, a bottle of wine was produced, and the two
now naked women lounged in the pool as a storm began to roll in. 

   "We might want to get out before the storm hits," Gwen suggested as the
sun disappeared behind a particularly dark cloud.

   "Might not be a bad idea.  I've got some spare time -"need a trim?" 

   "Oh -"uh, you mean right now?" She could hear the Lady squawking
warnings.

   "Why not?  We're dressed for it."

   "Umm, okay, sure, I guess, why not?" 

   Natalie gathered up the wine bottle and glasses while Gwen went ahead to
gather up the needed materials. 

   "Me first," the busty blonde declared as she flopped back on the bed and
spread herself wide.  "You need the practice anyways, right?" 

   "I can do that," Gwen declared with more conviction that she felt, and
began to work.  Her hands were steadier than the week before, her strokes
every bit as careful and measured. 

   "I think you're getting' it," Natalie declared from propped-up elbows,
taking sips of wine when Gwen withdrew to rinse the blade. 

   The last drag of the razor was made and Gwen removed the excess shaving
gel with a towel before taking the required swipe of her finger through the
very slick slit in front of her, something she was only too happy to do,
she was ashamed to admit.  The smell of female sexuality was clear, and
Gwen wondered whose it was. 

   "Oil?"

   Gwen looked up to see Natalie smiling down at her.  "Oh, yes, of
course." She spent more time than necessary rubbing it in to the
newly-shaven skin, marveling at the way the tissue underneath moved beneath
her touch, only stopping when her fingers stopped gliding freely. 

   "Thanks!  Your turn."

   Gwen replaced her sister-in-law on the bed and Natalie returned the
favor, expertly removing what little growth had occurred in the last week
before her finger made three slow passes between her wet folds.  The baby
oil was applied and thoroughly worked in, Gwen making every effort not to
flex her hips up into her sister-in-law's palm when it covered her mound.
Lady and Slut debated vigorously whether it would be proper to announce her
need to masturbate. 

   "All set," Natalie announced softly.  She didn't rise from her spot
between Gwen's outstretched thighs.  "Listen, I, uhh, I'd like to take care
of something before I go to work.  Would you mind if I borrowed one of your
vibrators?  I can go in the bathroom," she added hurriedly.

   "Of course you can borrow one!" Gwen cried as she rolled off the bed and
towards the closet.  "But you don't have to leave!  Just use it here." 

   "Oh -"okay, I just kinda thought you might be freaked out by another
woman doing that on your bed."

   Gwen hesitated at the closet doorway.  She imagined the Lady bound and
gagged on one shoulder, the Slut smiling broadly on the other.  "It won't
bother me at all.  I do more than just sleep on that bed, too," she offered
as saucily as she could manage.  As a matter of fact," she added slowly as
she reached into the boot containing the immense rubber penis, "would it be
alright with you if I did it too?  If you think the bed's big enough?"

   Natalie smiled.  "It's plenty big enough.  Are you sure?"

   Gwen couldn't bear to make eye contact as she dumped her toys on the
bed. "I'm sure.  I'd like to see how you, umm, do it, without a blanket in
the way.  So I know I'm doing it right." 

   The two women stood there, Natalie smiling, Gwen nervously looking
around the room.  "So, uhh, how do we start?"

   "Well, if you're just interested in watching -"" Natalie paused to check
her sister-in-law's reaction for the possibility there might be something
more -""then let's make sure you get a good view.  Toss me three of those
pillows." Gwen did as asked, and Natalie placed them one on top of the
other at one end of the bed.  "Okay, choose your weapon." Gwen looked up in
confusion.  "Which vibrator would you like to use?"

   "Oh-oh, that.  You're my guest, please, you pick." Natalie chuckled at
the woman's outstanding sense of manners even in this situation. 

   "Alright, I'll take the Rabbit and Mr.  Wonderful here, or did you ever
name him?" Gwen blushed furiously and shook her head.  "Go plug yours in."
Natalie hopped on the bed and lay back on the pillows, feet facing the
headboard.  "Okay, you lay at the other end with your feet facing me." It
took Gwen's shaking hand some time to properly fit the plug into the socket
before she lay down parallel to her sister-in-law, her feet even with the
side of the woman's flattened breasts.  "Now, move over so you can put your
feet on mine." Natalie bent her legs at the knee to make room.  "Scooch up
and lean against the headboard.  Gwen gingerly moved into place, her
slouching position allowing her to look between her spread legs and down to
Natalie's open sex, the dildo lying on the duvet between her thighs,
pointing to her opening like some sort of obscene trail marker.  "Alright,
do whatever you feel like doing.  Watch, join in, it's all good." With
that, her eyes closed and a finger began to circle the areolae of her left
nipple while the other hand stroked and smoothed her stomach.  It didn't
stay there long, gradually turning circles until made contact with the tiny
patch of fluff.  A light scratching of her nails through the sparse thatch
turned into longer strokes, her lips giving way to the finger being pushed
in to begin stroking the bud at the top of her slit. 

   Gwen watched in fascination, her discomfort at being exposed and spread
in front of her sister-in-law forgotten as the woman continued to stroke
herself, a finger occasionally dipping low and pulling moisture back up
with it. 

   Natalie raised her head and briefly opened her eyes to find her
vibrator, then flopped back on the pillow as an experienced thumb found the
switch and started it humming.  Gwen's finger began to lightly trace along
her own lips, while she stared at the scene in front of her.  She lost
track of time as her sister-in-law pushed and ground the rabbit into her
clit while her other hand kneaded the abundant flesh of her breasts more
firmly. 

   Natalie's head abruptly left the pillow while her eyes opened into
slits. Gwen stopped the movement of her finger, suddenly conscious that she
might have been caught touching herself.  Her sister-in-law's hand let go
of the breast it had been squeezing, red marks evident where the fingers
had been, and reached between her legs for the black cudgel lying there. 
"I've gotta be really wet to take this thing.  I hate to use lube," she
mumbled as the dark invader was firmly grasped just above the testicles and
moved forward to where it just touched her lips.  "It's so messy.  That's
one of the reasons Adam only gets my ass on special occasions.  How about
you and Tim?  You guys use lube?"

   Gwen's eyes alternated a couple of times between the giant penis between
Natalie's legs and her face before settling on spot near her belly button.
"Uh, no, we don't really need it..."

   "You take him in the ass without it?" 

   "Oh no!  I don't...we don't...we've never done that..."

   "Sorry, sorry, I should have known that.  Can't say you're missing much.
Doesn't do much for me, but for some reason guys go nuts over it." Her head
flopped back, and the tip of the penis rubbed up and down her slit while
the vibrator continued to hum.

   The head of the snake began to inch forward, pushing Natalie's lips
apart, disappearing to just below the crown before stopping.  It withdrew
and began again, this time sliding up until the ridge disappeared as well.
Again it withdrew, and again it was inserted, this time traveling even
deeper.  Yet again the dark length slid out, her sister-in-law's lips
closing like a curtain as it exited, only to part again as it pushed
forward until the scrotum bumped against the curve of her butt.  "Oh, shit,
that feels good," Natalie moaned.  "I love it when my pussy feels full."
From her limited experience with that monster, Gwen could certainly
relate. 

   The faux cock continued to make slow, short thrusts for quite some time,
Natalie's hips moving forward to meet it.  Gwen's finger found its way back
to her sex while the other hand toyed with a breast as Natalie climbed to
orgasm, her head back on the pillows and eyes closed, lost in her own
world. "Oh God, I'm cumming," she finally announced through gritted teeth
as she pulled her feet from beneath her sister-in-law's to clamp thighs
tightly together.  "Cumming -"" Natalie let out a soft wail and grunted her
way through the waves of pleasure that jolted her.  Gwen sat back in shock,
unsure what to do.  Miss Ritter had climaxed in front of her, certainly;
But her pleasure was controlled, even as Gwen's face was planted firmly
against her sex.  Natalie had no qualms about letting it all out. 

   She finally stretched her legs out with a sigh, allowing them to lay
across Gwen's open thighs, pushing them down and opening her further. 
"Well, that hit the spot," she said through slitted eyes.  "I do love an
audience." With cat-like slowness she withdrew her legs and rose to a
sitting position.  "Your turn.  I wanna see you cum."

   The still-bound Lady recoiled at the thought of being the center of
attention for this lewd display; the Slut exulted in it.  Gwen couldn't
look her sister-in-law in the eyes as she reached for the vibrator lying
next to her and switched it on.  Her eyes closed altogether as the bulbous
head made contact with her clitoris.  I'm going to perform just like I did
with Miss Ritter, she decided before correcting herself.  No, with her I
had to for my job.  With Natalie, I just really want to. 

   The powerful vibrator buzzed angrily as she applied it with force to her
mons and clitoris.  Gwen didn't dare risk a peek to check her
sister-in-law's reaction, but the fact she was there watching was enough to
push her up the slope to her climax quickly.  Her hips had just started the
rhythmic twitch of her impending orgasm when she felt a gentle hand on one
thigh and something solid against her opening.  Instinctively she tilted
her hips upward to allow the visitor access, and it slid in without
resistance.  She grit her teeth and rode the breaking waves while the penis
made short trips in and out of her and the hand on her thigh stroked. 

   And then it was over, her senses returning to her, the bulk lodged in
her sex still, the hand just resting on her skin.  Gwen shut the vibrator
off and dropped it to her side, too weak to move.  There was a call to
return to modesty and close her legs, but Natalie still sat between them.

   "Wow, you could have gotten away with that in a library!" 

   Gwen opened her eyes to see her kneeling sister-in-law smiling broadly.
"What do you mean?" 

   "You were so quiet!  It looked like you were trying to hold in a
sneeze!" 

   "Is that bad?"

   "No, no, of course not, I've just never seen anyone have that much
control with so much good stuff going on in their body.  Have you always
been like that?"

   "I guess..."

   "I'd probably explode if I tried to bottle it up like that.  I get so
loud sometimes that I worry the kids will hear me." Natalie leaned forward
until she was hovering over Gwen in a position that reminded the prone
woman of the one her husband assumed when he was preparing to mount her. 
She planted a light kiss on her startled sister-in-law's lips.  "Thanks. 
That was just what I needed.  Gotta get to work." And then she was gone,
heading up the hallway and towards her car for a change of clothes. 

   The two women talked as Natalie dressed, Gwen aghast at how indifferent
they both seemed to be to what had just happened.  "Hey, why do you keep
your toys in the closet like that?  It seems like a pain to get them out
when you want them," Natalie asked as she pulled on her jogbra.  "Just
leave 'em in your nightstand."

   "Well, I wouldn't want anyone to find them." 

   "If someone's looking in your nightstand, then they're snooping, and
that's their bad, not yours." 

   Natalie left a short time later, no further mention of the bedroom
episode made.  Gwen thought all afternoon about what had just happened,
weighing the enormity of the situation, debating whether she had actually
cheated on Tim, but managed to maintain her calm demeanor as the trucks
returned.  The last employee had left for the weekend and the couple had
made their way back to the kitchen before she turned to her husband. 

   "Tim, I need to tell you something."



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  24

   Tim could sense his wife's distress as she stood before him, unwilling
to meet his eyes.  "What's the matter?  Is one of the girls in trouble?"

   "No, no, nothing like that," she muttered.  Despite having thought about
it all afternoon, Gwen could not find the appropriate words to start with.
"Natalie was over riding this morning, and we were up in the pool together
after -""

   "Lucky pool," Tim said with a smile.  Gwen didn't acknowledge him,
instead plowing on.  "And she asked if I wanted another trim, you know,
down there, and I said yes."

   "And?" 

   Gwen risked a glance up to see Tim smiling at her expectantly.  "And one
thing led to another, and we, uhh, touched ourselves in front of each
other." She stared at the floor, studying the tile, fearing the worst from
her husband.

   "Were you okay with that?"

   Gwen looked up in shock, wanting to wipe that patient smile off his
face. "Was I okay with it?!  Are YOU okay with it?!  Tim, I was in bed with
another woman!" 

   "But did you enjoy it?"

   Tears welled in her eyes as he gathered her to him.  "That's not
important.  What I did was wrong!" 

   "No, I don't think so," he said softly.  "If you tried it and didn't
like it, don't do it any more.  If you liked it...well, the world didn't
end, you're still here, and I'm hungry.  What's for dinner?"

   Gwen pushed her head back and looked up in amazement.  "That's it? 
You're hungry?"

   He looked down at her apologetically.  "Well, I am..."

   His wife's eyes widened as she snapped back into control-and-order mode.
"Oh my goodness, I was so worked up about...this...that I completely forgot
to make anything!  I'll start something right now!" 

   His arms held her tightly, preventing her from pulling away.  "Nah,
don't bother.  Let's go out tonight." 

   "No, really, I can -""

   "Let's go out tonight," he repeated firmly.  "Let me just go take a
shower first." Gwen stood there in shock as he kissed her forehead and
released her, then ambled down the hallway towards the bedroom.  She stood
there for some time, trying to come to grips with the fact that the most
important person in her life had not taken offense to her transgression. 
The shower was running, her husband's naked body blurred behind the frosted
glass of the shower enclosure, when she stepped into the bathroom. 
Silently she stripped, intent on thanking him for not throwing her out. 

   Gwen opened the door and caught a glimpse of Tim's hand flying away from
his crotch while he turned his body to present his muscular backside to
her. 

   He awkwardly angled himself away from the open door.  "Oh, uh, almost
finished hon, be right out." 

   "Would it be all right if I joined you?" 

   "Well, uh..."

   Gwen stepped behind him, reaching around to run her hand down his chest,
across the fur of his lower belly...and on to a very erect penis. 
Wordlessly she began to stroke it as she pushed her breasts into his back.
Tim didn't fight, just standing there, allowing her to play, hoping she
wouldn't ask why he had been hard even before her arrival, wondering if she
had already guessed. 

   Gwen continued to stroke until he could take no more.  Tim turned to
face her, but only got a quick kiss before she sank to her knees and slid
his length between her lips.  Her senses were assaulted with a variety of
inputs -"the hard tile beneath her knees, the splash of hot water against
her skin, the clean, slightly salty taste of his penis.  Gwen worked him
for a short time before he announced his impending orgasm. 

   "Mmm-hmm," she acknowledged from between clamped lips. 

   "But don't you want me to take care of you first?" 

   "Gwen removed his cock long enough to say "you first," then impaled
herself on it again.  Tim didn't argue, and filled her mouth with his salty
spend a moment later.  Gwen swallowed, stood and kissed him. 

   Tim shut off the water.  "Now your turn.  Bedroom?" 

   "Later.  You have to eat first."

   "But -""

   "Later." 

   Tim dressed while his wife brushed her teeth, not wanting to advertise
to others what she had just had in her mouth.  She dressed after she was
satisfied with the results, Tim requesting she wear something from her
earlier shopping excursion.  Gwen complied with a short-sleeve blouse that
hinted at the bra and cleavage underneath, a skirt that showed more thigh
than Tim could ever remember being displayed in public, and a pair of
bikini panties.  He whistled appreciatively.  "Man, people are gonna think
I married out of my league." 

   The couple made their way a few miles down the road to their local pizza
parlor, Gwen noticing the looks of surprise from the regulars at the change
in attire from this familiar customer.  She was thankful for the relative
privacy of their high-backed booth. 

   Nothing was said of the day's events as they sat eating like they had so
many times before, Tim with pizza and beer, Gwen with a salad and a glass
of soda.  It was dusk when they made their way back out to the truck, Gwen
careful not to reveal what might be under her skirt as she climbed up and
in. 

   Tim brought the engine to life and turned to her.  "I want you to do me
a favor."

   Gwen looked back at him, particularly anxious to do anything for him. 
"What's that?"

   "Gimme your panties." 

   "The ones I'm wearing?  Right now?" 

   "The ones you're wearing.  Right now." 

   "But we're out in public?"

   "We're in my truck.  Please?"

   She rolled her eyes and intently scanned the parking lot before reaching
under her skirt, hooking her thumbs into the lacy waistband and pushing
them down while her cheeks burned hot.  Picking them up from about her
feet, she made sure to hand them to Tim below dashboard level. 

   "Thank you very much." Gwen's discomfort when he held them out at eye
level to examine them turned to horror when he hung them on the rearview
mirror. 

   "Tim!  You can't leave them there!  Somebody will see them!"

   "Call it a trophy.  I like 'em there.  Just for the ride home." He
dropped the truck into gear and pulled out while Gwen nervously checked the
lights of the oncoming traffic to determine if they were strong enough to
make out what was hanging from the mirror.  They had only gone a half mile
when she felt a calloused hand on her bare thigh, pushing its way up under
her skirt. 

   "Tim!  Watch the road!"

   He laughed.  "I am watching the road.  My hand knows the way on its
own." 

   "What's gotten into you tonight?" Gwen protested, but did nothing to
stop the advance of his hand, instead spreading her legs a bit more in
anxious welcome.  Not for the first time that evening, she dared believe
that Tim had been pleased rather than upset with her indiscretion .

   His rough middle finger was not delicate in its approach, finding its
way to the top of her furrow and sliding down until it reversed direction
and pushed up into her opening, the palm pressing down on her clitoris. 
Satisfied, the hand withdrew and Tim tasted the tip of his finger.  "I'm
guessing when you said later, you meant as soon as we get home?"

   "If we get home.  Both hands on the wheel, please." 

   The turn up into the driveway was made a few moments later, Gwen making
sure to remove her underwear from their place of honor before exiting the
vehicle.  "Spoilsport," Tim called out good naturedly and led the way into
the house. 

   The before-bed routine that had been followed for as long as either
could remember was not ignored, and it was another half hour before the
couple stood together in the bedroom. 

   "So, umm, I was wondering," Tim stammered, "and you can tell me it's
none of my business, but..."

   Gwen turned to look at him, surprised at how quickly the confident,
almost cocky man in the truck had been replaced by this bashful one. 
"But?"

   "But, uhh, I'd uhh, kinda like to know how you, you know, did it...this
afternoon?"

   The Lady quickly arose indignantly, firm in her belief that such things
should never be discussed and that yes, it was none of his business, but
Gwen knew that she had to be truthful with him, and felt a strange desire
to share some of the less scandalous details.  "Are you sure you want to
know?"

   "Yeah, I do, if you're OK to talk about it."

   Gwen sighed.  "Well, I laid down with my head at that end of the bed
-""she nodded to where the pillows were again neatly stacked on top of the
duvet, " -"and she laid down with her head at the other end -"" she
gestured to where a spare blanket lay folded, " -"and we , umm, you
know..." The whole truth and nothing but the truth, the Slut firmly
reminded her.  With another sigh, Gwen moved to the closet. 

   Tim watched curiously while his wife appeared to rummage around the
closet until she found what she was looking for.  Gwen turned and dropped
what she had retrieved on the bed. 

   A neck massager, an oddly-shaped plastic cylinder, and a massive
lifelike penis were what he saw, and Tim knew right away what they were
meant for. 

   "We used these," Gwen volunteered.

   Tim looked up, his surprise and confusion evident.  "At the same
time?" 

   "No, no, I used that -"" she pointed to the Magic Wand, "and she used
the other two." Gwen felt a pang of remorse -"the woman she had shared this
wonderfully perverted experience with had been reduced to 'she'.

   "How long have you had these?  Where'd you get 'em?" Tim's look and tone
made it obvious he was surprised and curious, but not upset. 

   "Not long.  Sh -"Natalie, Natalie gave them to me a little while back."

   "Huh.  Do you use them much?"

   "Once in a while...but I'd much rather be with you," she hurriedly added
as she glanced sideways at the dildo.  "You're alright if I have these,
right?  They'll just be for when you're busy, or not home -""

   "I'm fine with them.  That log there can't fix barn doors, so I'm sure
you'll still have some use for me.  And you can use them any time you want.
How about right now?  I'd like to see how you used that one." Tim looked
down at the Wand.  "Never knew they had electric ones." 

   "It makes that one more powerful, I guess." 

   "So, let's see."

   "Right now?"

   "Why not?"

   The excitement that had been building since Tim's shower overrode the
shame and embarrassment of her revelations.  Ooh, let's put on a show!  The
Slut squealed.  "Well, alright..."

   Tim was naked before Gwen, his erection making his interest in the
unfolding scene obvious as his wife removed her skirt and plugged in the
vibrator. 

   "So, your head was up on the pillows?" 

   "On some of them.  Natalie had the rest."

   "Show me where you were." Gwen climbed onto the bed and lay back with
her legs closed while Tim began to lightly fist his length.  "Then what did
you do?"

   "I, uh, started touching myself." The nude woman decided that it was not
important for him to know that she had watched Natalie for inspiration
first.

   "Show me." 

   Gwen opened herself to her husband and began to stroke, if not in the
exact same manner as earlier that afternoon, at least close enough, while
her hand found her breast.  Quick glances to the end of the bed made it
clear that Tim was enjoying the show very much, his eyes glued on her
moving fingers. 

   The couple continued this way for some time, both attempting to control
the arrival of their impending orgasms, until Gwen reached for the vibrator
and thumbed it on.  Tim watched in fascination as she firmly pressed the
bulbous head to the top of her slit, making the wand rumble defiantly. 
Gwen was close, she knew it; one more thing was needed to make the
performance complete. 

   Tim was momentarily surprised to see her eyes open and her head come off
the pillow.  Old fears that he had been caught peeping briefly surged
through him before Gwen found the dildo, grasped it halfway down the shaft,
and dragged it to her opening. 

   "I thought Natalie used that one?"

   "She did.  I used it when she was done with it." Close enough to the
truth, Gwen decided.  No need for him to know how it had gotten inside of
her.  She clumsily inserted the impossibly large reproduction, pushing it
against her opening until the head slid past her lips.  Only after her body
had a firm grip on the massive tool did she move her hand down the base and
slowly slide the rest of it in.

   "Holy Cow, Gwen, it looks like that thing is splitting you in two!"

   "It feels good..." the vibrator continued to grumble while she moved the
length in and out in short strokes, unwilling to let the fattest part
escape from between her lips.  Her orgasm broke quickly, and without her
sister-in-law's body between her thighs, Gwen instinctively pulled her legs
together and curled into a fetal position, the dildo still firmly lodged in
her and the Wand buzzing against her clitoris. 

   She came to her senses unwillingly, aware that Tim had joined her on the
bed.  He kneeled at her feet, his body still erect enough so that he might
continue to reach every part of his cock and balls.  Gwen switched off the
vibrator and rolled back to remove the fake penis inside her and let Tim
replace it with his very real one. 

   He was quick to mount her even as she dropped the black cudgel next to
the Wand.  "Wow," he muttered.  "I would have thought you would have been
more, uh, stretched out after that thing." 

   "It's not that much bigger than yours," she offered generously, "and
besides, yours is better anyways, because it's attached to a handsome
man." 

   His did not take her gently, Gwen's body recoiling with each thrust,
until with one last grunt and a push aided by feet anchored in the bedding,
Tim deposited his seed deep inside her.  Sleep came soon after her toys had
been again hidden in the closet. 

   Tim was awake first the next morning, holding his still-sleeping wife
tight while his cock twitched impatiently.  She did arise soon after, the
feel of her husband's strong arms overshadowing the thing nestled between
her cheeks.  She happily gave him what he wanted with a slow, comfortable
lovemaking session before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast.  Tim
joined her shortly after, pleased to see her bare bottom peeking out from
beneath the t-shirt she wore. 

   "Andrew's gonna be here in a couple of hours," Tim said as he sat at the
table drinking coffee.  "I'm going to reorganize the parts storage in the
workshop."

   "He volunteered to come in on a Saturday?" The Lady strongly suggested
Gwen get dressed now, in case he arrived early, but she was ignored. 

   "He drew the short straw.  He didn't seem to mind too much, though." 

   Tim was in the workshop a half-hour before Andrew's well-worn pickup
rattled to a stop in its customary parking spot.  Despite the Lady's
strident urgings to get dressed or at least hide in the bedroom, Gwen
remained in just a t-shirt as she watched from the kitchen window while the
young man left his truck and entered the shop. 

   A strange excitement swept over her.  Almost without thinking, the shirt
was pulled over her head, and she spent the next ten minutes nude in the
kitchen, repeating the steps she had taken an hour before to clean up after
breakfast.  The unlocked door behind her kept Gwen in a state of nearly
panicked excitement, ready to dash for the hallway should the sounds of
boots on the deck be heard. 

   A ride might be in order, she decided when the danger of her exposure
could no longer be ignored.  Moments later she was dressed in a pair of
jeans put away three winters ago as too form-fitting for a proper lady to
wear.  Polished black knee-high riding boots accentuated the lower half of
her body, while a loose grey t-shirt only slightly softened the lines of
her torso.  The omission of a bra allowed her breasts to bobble freely
under that same loose fabric. 

   The Lady was torn between urging Gwen across the yard towards the barn
before the men in the shop took notice of her and telling her to move
slowly so her bouncing breasts did not attract attention.  The Slut guessed
at how far up the trail she would get before the shirt was removed
altogether. 

   Dart was saddled in a leisurely manner, Gwen reveling in the personal
scandal her outfit was creating.  She already had a foot in the stirrup
when Gwen remembered that she had not told Tim where she was going.  With a
devious smile, she made her way down to the shop. 

   The bay doors were open to help the overhead fans create some sort of
circulation in the early morning heat.  Both men were at the far back of
the cavernous space, pulling boxes off a utility shelf, their shirts
already stained dark with sweat. 

   "Tim?" Her husband looked up, a smile quickly appearing.  "I'm taking
Dart up the hill for a ride.  I'll be back in a couple of hours, I guess.
Be sure to stay hydrated -"there are drinks in the fridge upstairs in the
office, and the fridge in the kitchen is full as well." 

   "Thanks Mrs.  Nelson, we -"" Andrew looked up and hesitated, unsure if
the figure contrasted against the bright sunlight behind her was really the
woman who handed him his paycheck every two weeks.  "We, uhh, already got
some from upstairs." The young apprentice quickly shifted his gaze back to
the box in front of him and began to rearrange with purpose.

   "Good!  See you in a bit.  Be sure to take a break." 

   Gwen brazenly removed her shirt as soon as the first line of trees
screened horse and rider from the buildings below.  Dart could sense his
human was distracted, allowing him more freedom to set his own direction
and pace than was normal, even being allowing him to come to a complete
stop in a particularly shady area.  He did notice the female sat astride
him in a different way this morning, her hips further up the saddle, hard
against the horn.  He took the twitch of her hips against this protrusion
as his cue to move on.

   Gwen was intoxicated from the effects of her daring displays that
morning, the memories of what had happened morphing into what could have
happened, or might still happen.  The Lady was there as well, pointedly
reminding her that if she had to think about these things at all, then it
must be kept in mind that they were to be sick, lurid fantasies only. 

   She returned to the here and now to realize she and Dart had somehow
made their way back down the hill and were approaching the end of the last
line of trees.  Hurriedly she pulled the horse to a halt and dismounted to
put her shirt back on, aghast that she had almost ridden into the yard
topless! 

   Grooming the horse and returning him to his paddock quickly stained her
own shirt dark with streaks of sweat and water.  She knew she should return
to the house and change into something drier and less revealing, perhaps
even add a bra, but the Slut convinced her that was too much effort.  She
returned to the shop, telling herself she would just peek around the corner
of the open doorway to check on their progress.

   Gwen could hear them working as she approached, but their position deep
in the parts area made it impossible for her to stock to her plan.  She
walked in until she could finally see them.

   "I'm back.  Anybody need anything?"

   Tim looked up, again smiling and looking her up and down before
answering.  "Naw, almost done.  Good ride?  You look hot?"

   "Yes, it was, and yes, I did get a little warm up there.  You two look
in worse shape than I do, though.  How about a swim and some lunch?" Her
gaze moved to Andrew, who averted his. 

   "How about it, Andrew?" Tim asked from his spot on the ladder.

   "No, thanks, I, uhh, didn't bring anything to swim in." He blushed
furiously and refused to make eye contact with either of the Nelsons. 

   "Well, what did you wear when you went swimming before?" Gwen asked with
feigned innocence. 

   "I, uhh, had some shorts in the truck," the young apprentice lied
evasively.  "Don't have 'em today." 

   "I can go get you a pair of Tim's, if you like." 

   "No, no, I really should get going," he stammered.  "Thank you though."

   "Any time.  Can I feed you before you go?"



   "No, thank you, that's very nice, but I really should head home after
this."

   "Suit yourself.  Feel free to change your mind.  Tim, I'm going to go
get changed.  I'll meet you up at the pool.  Finish up and stop working
this poor boy to death!"

   "He's getting paid," Tim laughed.  "But I suppose a swim would be good.
Be up in a few minutes." 

   Gwen turned to leave.  "Good bye, Mrs.  Nelson." She looked back over
her shoulder to see Andrew smiling weakly, the heat and his embarrassment
turning his face scarlet red. 

   "Good bye, Andrew.  If I don't see you in a bit, I'll see you Monday." 

   Gwen made her way back to the house, again stripping off her shirt as
she closed the kitchen door behind her.  Her senses returned as she savored
the cool of the air-conditioning, the chill only making her nipples stand
even more erect.  Her modest one-piece suit and robe were selected, just in
case Andrew did change his mind.  His truck was still there as she carried
a pitcher of sweet tea and three glasses up the hillock to the pool.  Gwen
put everything down and jumped over the side into the refreshing water,
aware how restrictive this suit now felt after a summer of skinnydipping. 

   The sound of Andrew's truck starting, then crunching across the gravel
told her had had declined her offer.  Tim's head bobbed up the stairs a few
moments later. 

   "No Andrew?" Gwen asked as she climbed on to the pool deck to pour her
husband a glass of iced tea. 

   "Nope, no Andrew.  I think you embarrassed the hell out of him when you
asked about his choice of swimwear.  That, and I think the outfit you wore
riding had him thinking impure thoughts.  Hell, it had me thinking impure
thoughts.  I mean, those jeans, the boots...and if I didn't know better,
I'd have sworn you weren't wearing a bra!" 

   It was now Gwen's turned to blush furiously.  "Do you think it was too
slutty for him to see?  I mean, he's young, and he works for us..."

   Naw," Tim laughed.  "Let him look.  If he gets over being so goddamned
shy, maybe he'll find someone who can wear that half as well as you." 

   She finished pouring and handed him the glass.  "Well, since he's
gone..." Gwen began to wriggle out of the wet suit, pushing it down over
her hips until it lay about her ankles.  Tim took a swig, set down the
drink, and stripped as well.

   The couple entered the water together, lazy paddling quickly discarded
for a passionate embrace and kiss.  She listened for the sound of a vehicle
turning into their yard even while her hands instinctively found his
manhood and began to tease it into full bloom.  Strong hands eventually
found her thighs and wrapped them around his hips, the length between his
legs nestled between her lips. 

   "Shall we go inside?" she murmured as she broke the kiss. 

   "Nope.  Nice day out here." Tim began to walk towards the steps, Gwen
wrapped about his waist.  She dropped her legs to stand and gave him a
confused look as he reached the first tread. 

   Tim smiled confidently.  "Go bend over the table."

   "Out here?"

   "Why not?  Beautiful day, the umbrella gives us some shade..."

   "But outside?  Where people might see us?" 

   "Like who?"

   Gwen searched for an answer, trying to explain that anyone could drive
up at any moment.

   "Go bend over the table," Tim repeated again, smile gone, more authority
in his voice this time.  She did as she was told, hurrying across the hot
concrete warming the soles of her feet.  Tim followed after her, an
upturned ass presented to him as Gwen propped her elbows on the Plexiglass
surface of the table and stared ahead.  His foot was inserted between her
ankles, firmly pushing to the right, then the left, until he had her spread
to his satisfaction.  Gwen could feel the head of his penis search briefly
for her opening, and then, with a gentle push, he was in her. 

   Tim's hand made its way around her hip and down to the point of the vee
of pubic hair Natalie had left.  His middle finger found its way to her
clitoris and began to circle while his hips began thrusting.  The way Tim
had used her body first thing in the morning, her attire and her ride had
taken their toll, and she began to climax after a few moments of her
husband's attention.  Tim's hand retreated as Gwen's legs momentarily lost
their will to stand in the explosion of pleasure, and only his hold on her
hips and his cock in her pussy kept her from falling. 

   He waited patiently until her strength and senses had returned, then
began his assault again, the force of hips meeting ass making her breasts
jiggle and wobble beneath her.  Her husband's hands continued to grip her
hips tighter and tighter and pull her to him, trying to get every last bit
of his cock inside of her. 

   Gwen expected him to fill her any second now, and was surprised when his
length was pulled from her before sliding up and forward between the globes
of her bum.  The feel of his manhood as it slid across her rosebud and up
to the small of her back shocked her as the tingle from the bundle of
nerves about her anus reached her brain.  She struggled to help him find
his way back into her channel, sure that Tim had drawn back a bit too far
in his thrusting and would be looking for the correct path to allow him his
release, but strong hands held her firmly in place as she felt the first
warm spurt land just below her shoulder blades.  Tim's hips continued to
jerk in short thrusts as he released himself on her.  After his ejaculation
had been reduced to dribbles, he stepped back and inserted himself one more
time, then stepped away to allow her to stand. 

   Gwen looked about nervously, fearful they might have been observed and
heard a splash behind her as Tim dropped back into the pool.  He beckoned
to her, and she joined him.  Tim smiled and gathered her in his arms again.

   "Good idea, that swim."



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  25

   The next couple of weeks were somewhat of a return to normalcy for Gwen.
The Friday rides had been postponed twice due to conflicting schedules and
the imminent arrival of KD as she made her way back to school.  Gwen was
somewhat relieved that she didn't have to face her sister-in-law after what
had taken place the last time they had ridden together.  The family dinner
planned for that Sunday was a concern, but she had to admit that she missed
the emotional comfort their friendship provided.  IT was harder to admit
that she missed the perverse thrill as well.

   Gwen's anniversary gift to Tim arrived from Memories By McCall early
that week.  She had fretted over whether she should go and pick it up in
person rather than having it shipped; the thought it might get lost or
worse yet, misdelivered, gave her a restless night once she knew it was on
the way. 

   Gwen also worried about the timing of the delivery.  She knew the
package service stopped by around the time the trucks usually departed;
what if Tim noticed the box among the others they usually received?  How
would she explain the delivery to him? 

   Despite her worries, the van pulled crunched to a stop in front of the
shop fifteen minutes after the last truck had pulled out that Tuesday
morning, the smiling young driver carrying the day's deliveries to where
the nervous woman standing in the doorway.  If you only knew what was in
this, Gwen thought as she signed for the collection of boxes. 

   Back upstairs, Gwen carefully inspected the package for any identifying
marks as to what was enclosed, or any sign it might have been opened. 
Satisfied, she grabbed a utility knife and began the process of carefully
opening the box, slitting the packing tape to unfold an end.  She removed a
bound red leather album much like Natalie's, a small manila envelope, and a
handwritten note.  She started with the small piece of paper. 

   Gwen,

   If I do say so myself, these are beautiful!  Your husband is a very
lucky man, and I was very fortunate to work with such a natural!  I hope
you both enjoy these as much as I did taking them.  Please give me the
first opportunity to create any such future work.  Also, please consider my
request to have your album posted on the private section of my website.  I
am very proud of my work on this, and not ashamed to tell you I did very
little to make it that way. 

   Regards

   Barry 

   Gwen smiled to herself.  There was no way anyone other than Tim would
ever see these!  Still, the Slut suggested, wouldn't it be exciting if
someone did? 

   Exciting for all the wrong reasons, the Lady retorted. 

   Gwen opened the envelope and emptied it on to her desk.  A flash drive
slipped out, a digital version of the album lying on the table, she
assumed. Her first thought was to shred the note and erase the drive, much
like a criminal might dispose of evidence of their wrongdoing.  Instead,
she carefully slipped both back into the envelope.  That left the album. 

   Anxiety washed over her.  She had seen the proofs, of course, but this
was different.  This was real, physical proof she had performed this lewd
act.  Her initial thought was to leave it closed and wrap it for giving,
but the need to see the evidence of her perversion overcame her fear of
knowing.  With a deep breath, she sat and turned the cover. 

   The photos were the ones they had selected that day in Barry's office,
but even richer in color and more deftly focused than what she had
remembered.  They progressed in much the same order they had been taken,
Gwen blushing self-consciously with each new part of her body exposed for
the camera. 

   Forty-five minutes passed before she looked up with a start and began
disposing of the evidence.  The album was wrapped and hidden in an unused
tack box in the barn, identifying labels removed from the cardboard and
shredded, the envelope put in the locked office cabinet. 

   I've got time, she decided as she locked the drawer.  The photos had
aroused in her a need for release, a need that her hectic schedule had
helped keep in control up to this point.  A little relaxation might be
allowed, she decided, and made her way back to the house.  Gwen caught
herself grumbling about how much effort it was to dive into the back of her
closet as she retrieved her tools of pleasure .How quickly she had gone
from not wanting them in the house to wanting them closer to hand.  Perhaps
it would be alright if she left them in her nightstand...  after KD had l
gone back to school, she decided.  Her clothing was carefully laid aside
where it might quickly be reached in an emergency, and she laid back on the
bed, toys by her side. 

   Gwen gently caressed her skin with light touches while her mind began to
build fantasies.  A vision of Tim stroking himself while intently studying
the pages of his gift was replaced with one of Barry doing the same after
she reached for her smaller vibrator and thumbed the switch.  The fantasy
grew more elaborate and lurid as her excitement grew.  The box containing
the album had accidentally opened during shipment and her delivery man was
using it for his enjoyment.  This, in turn, evolved into several of his
co-workers standing about it in as semi-circle, each stroking himself as
they gazed upon her exposed flesh while the buzzing tip of the rabbit made
its way into her.  Big cocks and little, fat cocks and skinny, they all
stood proudly at attention because of her display.  The climb to orgasm was
quick. 

   It was only after she had come back from her trip into a different plane
and had made her way back to the office that she realized something was
missing. 

   There was no guilt. 

   The feeling of dread and loathing she had experienced those few times
she had tried to touch herself in an inappropriate manner all these years
before was gone, replaced by a physical and mental feeling of acceptance,
if not content.  Probably because by comparison, touching yourself is
positively healthy after some of the other perverted things you've been
doing, the Lady grumbled.  Even this reminder could not dampen her feelings
of well-being, however. 

   The next two days were a blur, Gwen feeling as though there were still a
million things to do even as KD pulled into the yard Friday morning.  All
that was temporarily forgotten as mother and daughter hugged and began to
catch up on the summer's happenings.  The pair talked for quite some time
until Alison joined them and they rode together up the ridge and back.  Tim
made a point to be home early, and the entire family enjoyed dinner
together before KD excused herself and headed into town to see her friends
and classmates who happened to be home as well.  Alison excused herself
shortly afterwards to go meet her husband.

   Two large duffle bags, visible through her daughter's partially open
doorway, caught Gwen's eye as she walked down the hall.  Laundry, she
thought, and from the look of it, a lot of it.  Opening one of the bags
quickly confirmed her belief as the smell of kitchen grease, sweat, and
suntan lotion wafted out, and soon it was dragged to the laundry room,
followed shortly by the other. 

   I'm surprised she has anything left to wear, Gwen mused as she began to
sort the seemingly random collection of shorts, shirts and underwear.  The
panties were of particular interest to her, the same styles that had made
her worry about her daughter's descent into sluttiness last fall she now
imagined on herself.  A quick examination of the assorted bras left her
wondering how so little fabric could support so much flesh.

   Gwen reached for at-shirt lying at the bottom of the bag and felt
something solid beneath.  Clutching both, she removed garment and object,
carefully reaching under the shirt to separate them.  Her hand helped to
form a perverted guess as to what it was even before the fabric was moved.
A rubbery pink penis with an absurd red bow tied about the shaft revealed
itself.  It was not nearly as long or thick as the one that resided in her
closet, and apparently not as well made either, the shaft curving up and to
the right while a ragged curtain of plastic fringed the base.  Still, the
mushroom head and testicles were every bit as lifelike, right down to the
slit at the tip.  Another look into the bag revealed a pack of condoms, a
plastic cylinder she knew to be a vibrator, and a small green bullet-shaped
item.  Gwen stood there, unsure what to do next.  Confront her daughter
with her find?  Repack the bag and put it back in her room as though
nothing had happened?  The first choice would be most unfair, she decided,
and the second would be counterproductive.  Gwen unpacked the second bag
while she decided, fearful of what she might find there.  She was somewhat
relieved to find nothing worse than several pieces of lingerie that were
obviously more for show than utility, and apparently had been worn.  Gwen
gently laid the rubber phallus back in the bag along with the other items
and carried it back to her daughter's room, then hand washed the lingerie
and hung it to dry in a spot where KD's father was not likely to find it. 

   Gwen waited up until her daughter returned late that evening, just as
she had every night since she and Tim had allowed the girls to go out after
dark.  KD filled her mother in on the details of her graduating class's
life until she announced her utter exhaustion and headed off to bed.  Gwen
closed up the house and followed behind shortly after. 

   Tim happily caught up with his daughter over breakfast while her mother
did her best to maintain a calm and positive disposition.  KD, for her
part, seemed quieter than normal, and Gwen caught her glancing nervously in
her direction several times.

   Gwen began to clear the table.  "A ride this morning?" She called over
her shoulder as dishes made their way to the sink.  "Tigger really missed
you."

   KD hesitated.  "Uhh, sure, OK, why not."

   The horses were halfway up the hill before the younger rider spoke. 
"You really didn't have to do my wash.  I was going to do it today." 

   "Why waste your last few days before school doing wash?  You've got a
busy schedule, and I was happy to do it."

   There was silence for another moment.  "I'm uhh, also sorry you found my
things." 

   Gwen studied the trail ahead, doing her best to remain upbeat.  "Nothing
to be sorry for.  You're an adult.  I'm glad you're taking, um,
precautions. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.  I should have asked before I
went through your bags."

   KD let out a chuckle "Actually, I was afraid you were the embarrassed
one.  I was worried you might have had a stroke when you found them.  or
worse, you'd lock me in my room.  I guess Ali was right."

   Gwen turned to look at her daughter.  "Right about what?"

   "You've changed.  I thought I noticed something different when you and
Daddy visited me at the resort, but I thought it might have been the
alcohol, too -"I had never seen you get tipsy before." Gwen blushed and
looked down at the root-studded trail below her.  "But when I was telling
Ali about that weekend, she said that you were just like that more often
now." 

   "And what exactly is 'like that'?"

   "You know, more relaxed...no offense Mom, but you always seemed like a
younger version of Grandmother around me and Ali.  Always worried about
what others would think.  I really thought the things you found in my bag
would have set you off like there was no tomorrow."

   "I see.  Well, I'm not sure if your sister told you, but Alison found
some things in my room very much like what you have in your bag.  Talk
about embarrassing.  So, I couldn't very well get mad at you for something
I do -"I mean, have.  "

   KD turned to her in surprise.  "No, she didn't tell me, and I would
never have guessed.  You mean the condoms?  Or do you have a..." the young
rider lowered her voice and leaned towards the horse next to hers,
"vibrator?" 

   Gwen smiled.  "The latter.  I got them from the same person you got your
first ones from.  At least, I hope they were your first ones." 

   "No way!  You know about that?  Aunt Natalie gave you some, too?"

   "Uh-huh.  So I guess you can blame her for my fall from proper
upstanding mother." 

   KD laughed.  "I don't know about falling, but I would like to welcome
you to where us mere mortals dwell.  I hope the stay is long and pleasant."

   The pair rode on for some time, each lost in their own thoughts.

   "Why did that one have a ribbon tied around it?"

   KD whirled on her mother, face turning crimson.  "Oh!  Uh that...well,
that was a gift from one of my roommates.  You know, a joke-kind of thing."

   "Oh." Gwen smiled and kept her eyes on the trail.  "I didn't know they
made them in, umm, smaller sizes.  Not that I have any experience on the
whole size thing," she felt the need to add. 

   KD could not believe she was having this conversation with the woman who
had once pitched a fit when she wanted to wear a tank-top to school. 
"Well, actually, it's a copy of a real-life one.  They've got this kit
where you make a casting from the real thing, then fill up the mold with
rubber-type stuff to get the finished product."

   "I would have never have imagined!  Was your friend the model?" 

   "No, no, Mom, the friend who gave it to me is a she, and the model was
just somebody she knew.  Like I said, just a silly gag gift." KD was not
about to let on that the real-life version of the gift phallus resided
between the legs of her roommate's boyfriend, and that it was she who had
regaled KD with vivid descriptions of the wonderful places his curved cock
could tickle.  The young woman was anxious to find out if the shape had the
same effect on her. 

   "Well, that's quite the gift!" The tone in her mother's voice made it
clear to her daughter that she was perhaps a bit flustered, but not upset.
"And since, you and Ali talked...I just want you to know that what I told
her goes for you, too.  I know I wasn't really the best person for you to
talk about..." the older woman lowered her voice, "sex, but I really want
to try and make up for that now.  If you have anything you want to talk
about, I'm here."

   "Thanks, and you can talk to me, too," Wow, does that sound stupid, KD
chided herself.  What on earth would her mother ever have to say about that
subject? 

   Tim, Gwen, and KD enjoyed a swim together that evening before their
daughter went back down into town to visit with friends.  The fact that her
mother had worn a bikini not much less revealing than her own was not lost
on the young woman. 

   Her father sat down to a pay-per-view movie shortly after his daughter
left, one that Gwen knew in addition to the comic-book violence it
contained also promised its fair share of gratuitous nudity and sex.  She
normally allowed her husband this indulgence under the "boys will be boys"
rule, retiring to the bedroom to read in peace.  Tonight, however, she
chose to read in the living room while Tim watched, intent on being up when
her daughter arrived home. 

   Gwen caught herself looking up during several of the "romantic" scenes,
wondering why the women were displayed in full-frontal nudity, but not the
men.  She decided she'd like to see the men in all their glory and that
their penises should be as incredibly large as the women's breasts were,
assuring herself that it was only fair. 

   The movie had ended and Tim was watching the weather when KD returned.
Her duty to see her daughter safely home completed, Gwen made her way to
bed, Tim right behind her. 

   Her husband's hand romaed under her t-shirt as he kissed her goodnight.
"You, uh, thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" he grumbled as his lips found her
neck. 

   "I'm thinking that KD may still be awake, and we better not," A tingle
ran through her -"it would be nice to make love, she thought, but her
daughter's presence two rooms away unnerved her. 

   "After two nights of partying?  I'll bet she's been out since her head
hit the pillow." Fingers began to slide under the waistband of the modest
panties she wore. 

   Gwen was torn.  It was obvious what Tim wanted, and while she wanted it
too, old habits of ensuring the girls were either asleep or out of the
house before any hanky-panky took place held her back.  Perhaps a
compromise...

   "Turn off the light and take off your shorts," she commanded.  Tim
smiled and complied, flipping back the covers and sliding his underwear off
to proudly display his growing erection before he found the switch on the
lamp and the room descended into darkness.  Even so, the half-moon outside
and the digital face of the alarm clock inside combined to cast enough
light for her to focus on her target. 

   Gwen gently fondled her husband's testicles as she bent at the waist and
took him into her mouth.  Her tongue bathed his sensitive head before her
lips slid further down the length, stray pubic curls tickling her nose
before she slowly pulled back up.  Hand and tongue worked together to add
the last bit of hardness to his length, his seeping pre-cum mixing with her
saliva to wet down the bed of hair his member arose from. 

   Tim gently worked his way up the bed every time the mouth on his cock
retreated until he was slumped against the headboard.  His hand had been
working its way down the back of Gwen's "granny panties" at the same time,
a finger now sliding over her rosebud on its way to the moist cleft beyond.
"Bring your butt up closer to me, honey," he murmured.  "Let me return the
favor."

   Gwen shook her head and removed her lips from his length.  "Uh-uh, not
tonight.  I'm fine, let me take care of you." 

   "You sure?"

   His only answer was her mouth again descending on him while her small
yet strong hand gripped and began to stroke.  You better believe I'll
return the favor later, he thought as he gently pet her back.

   Gwen was all about speed tonight; the sooner she could get him to
finish, the sooner they would remain undisturbed and undiscovered.  She had
learned a lot about her husband's buttons this summer; her efforts began to
get results and his hips began to twitch rhythmically.  She prepared to
receive his orgasm. 

   She almost bit down on the mass between her teeth at the first knock on
their door, the soft tapping sounding like the booming of a sledge to the
panicked woman.  She hurriedly pulled away from the object of her
attention, believing she heard an audible pop as the suction broke. 
Pulling the covers up to her neck as she hurriedly worked to cover the
naked torso beside her. 

   "Daddy?  You up?" The soft voice of their daughter, a sudden reminder of
all those years she was growing up, came from the other side of the door.

   "I am honey.  What do you need?"

   The door opened slowly, just enough for KD to stick her head in.  The
scene struck her as strange, her bare-chested father sitting up against the
headboard in the semi-darkness, her mother's face barely visible beneath
all the blankets piled up about her, a pair of boxers on the floor .  Mom
never allowed laundry to hit the floor..."I just thought of something and I
didn't want to forget.  Can you check my oil before I leave?  I don't
remember checking it this summer..."

   "I already did, and you needed two quarts," he said softly.  "Keep it up
and you'll need a new engine.  But yes, I'll check it again before you
leave." 

   "Thanks, Daddy!  Good night!"

   "G'night."

   The door again closed softly, and Tim smiled over at his cowering wife
before flipping the blankets back to reveal an undiminished erection. 

   Gwen did her best to again cover him.  "Tim!  What if she comes back?"

   "She'll knock," he said reasonably.  Despite her efforts, his cock
remained free to twitch impatiently in the gloom.  "Could you, uhh, resume
our regularly scheduled event?  I'm pretty close..." 

   His wife thought about it for a moment before deciding it was her duty
to return to the task at hand.  He was right; he had been close. 



   Dinner at her parents' house the next day was the same stressful affair
it always was, Gwen doing her best to meet her mother's expectations of
propriety while feeling the unspoken disapproval over her daughters' lack
of it.  Gwen contented herself with wearing her sluttiest underwear beneath
her prim clothing, wondering what her mother would think if she knew about
the thong her only daughter was wearing. 

   The presence of Natalie had also given her reason to worry.  It would be
the first time they had seen each other since that afternoon encounter;
would they be able to face each other? 

   Gwen was relieved to discover that for her sister-in-law, it seemed to
be a non-issue.  The pair happily talked and joked, KD glad to see her
mother smiling and laughing with somebody other than her father for once. 

   The pair found themselves alone in the kitchen shortly before dinner was
served.  "So, I heard you got Tim's present in the mail," she growled
softly as the two worked by the sink.  "Did you give it to him yet?"

   Gwen looked around nervously, afraid someone might overhear.  "How did
you know?"

   "Barry told me.  I was talking to him, something I need to talk to you
about, by the way, and he asked if you had gotten it yet.  So, did you give
it to him yet?"

   "No, we usually go out to dinner the weekend of our anniversary.  I'll
give it to him after that."

   Natalie smiled and nudged her sister-in-law in the ribs.  "I knew you
hadn't given it to him yet -"you're not walking funny."

   "You are terrible!  And what do you need to talk to me about?"

   "Later -"I promise.  Also, Adam and I got you an anniversary gift. 
Rather than just go out to dinner next weekend, think you two can get some
alone time together, maybe an overnight?"

   "Overnight?  I'd have to find somebody to take care of the horses, and
we'd need to make sure the business is covered -""

   "Ali's already volunteered to stay at the house, and I'm sure Tim can
get one of the other guys to cover just fine." Natalie looked about
conspiratorially for effect.  "How would you like to give Tim his present
at the place you made it?" 

   "You mean the Inn?"

   "Uh-huh.  We reserved you the same room and everything."

   Gwen felt something akin to panic, but she wasn't sure why.  "Oh, thank
you Natalie, you guys really shouldn't have, but it would seem weird, I
mean him looking at that there, and he might not like it, and the owners
know me and probably why we're there, and -""

   "Gwen, stop.  Breathe.  It will be great.  Adam already told Tim -"said
we've been there and loved it, which is true- and he's fine with going. 
He's going to love it, and you will, too."

   "I don't know, Natalie..."

   A finger was pressed to her lips.  "No arguments." Her sister-in-law
picked up a bowl of potatoes and returned to the dining room.  Dinner was
served and the family gathering played out as it had for many years. 

   KD was home early that evening, preferring to get a good night's sleep
before her drive the next morning.  Her parents retired early as well,
content to read in bed together.  Tim was asleep well before his wife, Gwen
numbly reading the same page again and again as her mind wrestled with the
implications of Natalie and Adam's gift to them. 

   Did the gift -"right down to the same room- mean Adam knew what had
happened there?  Doesn't matter, the Slut replied.  It's nothing his own
wife hadn't done.  Would the owners of the Inn tell Tim why Gwen had been
there without his knowledge?  If you gave him the album before they said
anything, it wouldn't matter.  Would they know why they were there now?  Of
course.  That's what strange beds are for.  Despite the Slut's reasonable
responses, the Lady was able to conjure a vague sense of panic over the
idea of mixing her slutty side with her married life. 

   With a sigh, Gwen arose and threw on her robe.  A small cup of tea might
help me sleep, she reasoned as she quietly stepped into the hall.  The
distracted woman had just turned the corner into the kitchen when the
motion sensor light on the deck blazed to life.  The screen door opened
slowly and Gwen thought to turn and retreat, to get Tim to confront the
intruder.  Instead, she stayed rooted to the spot as the wooden door
opened. The light spilled in from outside and KD, wrapped in a towel too
small for her body, stepped into the kitchen.  In one hand she carried a
second smaller towel, the unmistakable shaft and head of her gift penis
sticking out from it, her fist curled around the fabric-bundled testicles.

   Gwen quickly took two steps backward and decided that any further
retreat was risky.  Instead, she coughed to warn of her presence, waited a
second, and stepped into the kitchen.  Her daughter stood there, wide-eyed
and panic-stricken as she struggled with one hand to hold up her cover
while the other hand fumbled to wrap the towel around what she held. 

   "Oh-Mom -"you scared me!  What are you doing up?" 

   "I couldn't sleep and was going to make a cup of tea.  And you?"

   Me what?" KD's eyes were still large, her voice jumpy.

   "What are you doing up?"

   "Oh, I, uh, couldn't sleep either, so I thought maybe a swim might
help."

   "I do that sometimes, too."

   "Oh -"well, I hope you can get to sleep.  I'm going to go dry off and
get to bed.  Busy day tomorrow!" her daughter smiled weakly and hurried
past as she did her best to shield the contents of the towel from her
mother.

   "Honey, wait." The young woman stopped in her tracks, afraid to turn and
watch as Gwen pushed through the screen door.  She returned a moment later
holding KD's dry bikini top and bottom.  "You left this on the railing to
dry after we got back from dinner.  You wouldn't want to forget it." 

   Her daughter's face burned crimson against the white towel as her hand
quickly grasped the triangles of fabric and returned to hold the top of her
covering in place.  Busted!  "Uhh, thanks."

   Gwen knew she should just let her daughter go, but a long-dormant
mischievous spark flared.  "Honey?  You're fine.  Just between us, bathing
suits have become...increasingly optional around here this summer.  Just
wear whatever you're comfortable in.  Of course, I would err on the side of
caution around your father.  I don't think he'd be mad, but maybe a little
embarrassed., although he's been known to do without his as well." 

   KD blushed even more deeply, unable to believe she was having this
conversation with her ultra-conservative mother.  "Oh.  OK, good to know,
thanks, Mom.  G'night!"

   Gwen smiled.  "Good night."

   She stood there for several moments after KD's bedroom door softly
clicked shut.  The tea can wait, the older woman decided, and she quietly
made her way out of the house and up the hill.  Her daughter's wet
footprints were still visible on the concrete, going from the pool stairs
to where her towels had been laid on the table, and then to the gate. 

   The deck was also darkened above the filter jet.  It was Gwen's turn to
blush as she realized her daughter knew the secret to the current below the
surface; but how had the dildo come into play?  Was it possible to hang on
to the side and use both at the same time? 

   The house would be hers again tomorrow, plenty of time to determine if
it could be done.  A swim tempted her, the thought of just stripping down
and sliding into the cool water alluring, but she resisted.  Something
about KD's recent use made it wrong, at least until she had left.  Gwen
returned to the house as quietly as she had left.  Her dreams returned that
night, vivid and incredibly lewd.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  26

   KD was on her way back to school well before her father's trucks were
ready to depart that Monday morning.  Gwen feared her daughter's subdued
manner as she said her goodbyes was due to the secrets both exposed and
shared during the weekend, and she worried that her newfound openness might
left the young woman with a less than favorable view of her mother.  Still,
Gwen tried to fight down the pride and excitement she felt in being so
open, and for not overreacting to the discoveries of her daughter's sexual
side. 

   The Lady was not silent on the matter, warning that her own deviation
from the path of propriety would only amplify the effect on her daughters.
The realization that mother and daughters shared an interest in certain
weaknesses of the flesh made Gwen wonder if she had somehow passed her
long-suppressed depravity on to the next generation.  The Slut's suggestion
that Natalie's sexual mentoring of all three Nelson women had probably been
more instrumental than anything Gwen might have contributed did little to
silence the Lady. 

   The accusations of perversion also reminded Gwen she now had the house
to herself again.  The Slut had been busy ever since she had serviced Tim
two nights ago, suggesting various activities for the couple to act out
once they were alone while the Lady did her best to suppress the scenarios
that involved anything outside of husband and wife in a darkened bedroom. 

   One of the Slut's ideas had involved giving the package delivery driver
an accidental peek, something Gwen needed no help from the Lady rejecting,
although her imagination conjured lurid possibilities as the van rumbled up
the driveway.  Instead, she greeted him in the same professional manner she
always had, waiting until the sound of his truck accelerating up the road
grew faint before making her way back to the house. 

   Gwen stopped inside the kitchen door and stripped down to bare skin,
clothes carefully laid over a nearby chair.  Satisfied, she looked out the
window, then stepped back on to the deck. 

   The morning was overcast and the temperatures cooler than normal this
time of year, her nipples almost painfully erect from the chill and the
excitement.  She knew the pool water was still warm; a quick trip up the
hillock to her right would confirm that. 

   It would also take her far away from her clothes, towel or any other
form of cover should anyone choose that time to visit.  The thought made
her hesitate, and she spent some time absentmindedly poking through the
flower beds around the house, itself a daring proposition given the
distance she would have to cover to get to safety.  The urge not to get
caught fought with the thrill of it happening. 

   Gwen finally decided that delaying to act upon the dare she had issued
herself was not going to make things any safer and hurried up the steps to
the pool gate.  She knew that if anyone were to pull into the yard now, her
only hope would be to stay out of sight up here and hope they went away. 

   The swim was more of a completion of her self-challenge than necessity
or desire.  Although the thought of the rushing pool filter jet nearby
briefly made her contemplate its use, the fact that KD had almost certainly
done the same thing just hours before made the act seem more perverted than
normal.  Besides, she had other things waiting in her bedroom.  She quickly
exited the water and made her way back to the house, the chill air against
her wet skin and the fear of being caught hastening her steps. 

   Her pace slowed after she had made it to her bedroom and dried off. 
There was no question in her mind what was next.  Gwen took two steps
towards the closet, towards her toys, and stopped. 

   No, she decided.  Not now, maybe later.  The need to demonstrate that
she still had her legendary self-control suddenly filled her.  I'll run
down to town first and pick up some things, and then maybe when I get
back...

   Do it now AND do it later, the Slut urged, while the Lady applauded her
denial of pleasure.  The nude woman returned to the kitchen to collect her
clothes and wandered back to the bedroom. 

   What she had removed before her swim was laid on the bed as Gwen decided
to select a new outfit for the trip.  A pair of loose-legged shorts and a
thin blouse, both purchases from her recent shopping excursion two towns
over -"the image of the man watching her as she pretended to try them on
flashed through her mind -"were selected.  Panties and a bra were given
much consideration but rejected, although a tank top was substituted as a
compromise.  Gwen slipped on a pair of sandals and made her way out of the
house and into her truck. 

   She made all of her planned stops, ever alert for signs that the other
shoppers or employees might be looking at her bare legs and arms with
disapproval.  Her breasts bounced under her top, but thankfully her
remained hidden, and she swore she could feel the air conditioning making
its way up to her bare sex.  The pace slowed at the mall as she took her
time in the lingerie section of Brazil, a store she had not been in since
that day Natalie had selected her bikinis.  Gwen took delight in discretely
showing her interest in the racy selections public before finally settling
on the purchase of some underwear that rivaled KD's in their brevity.  The
young salesperson eyed her as she approached, trying to make up her mind
whether the customer in front of her was one of those women who thought she
was still twenty-something.  No, she decided, she might be older, but
she'll look damn good in these. 

   Long enough, Gwen declared as she took the bag from the smiling clerk.
She had proven she could resist the perverted urges.

   Gwen climbed into the cab of her truck and started the engine.  Three
spaces up, a slightly-overweight middle-aged man in a shirt and tie was
pulling something out of the trunk of his sedan.  She looked down at him
from her perch, knowing that she had plenty of time to put the vehicle into
gear and pull away before he crossed in front of her.  Instead, she watched
the balding man remove a bag and close the trunk lid.  Her hand pushed up
the loose leg of her shorts until she made contact with the bare skin at
the junction of her thigh.  Gwen was mortified to discover just how wet she
was as a single finger slid up her cleft and began to circle her clit.

   The man hurried past, unaware of what was happening in the truck.  The
thrill of touching herself with this stranger so near kept Gwen's finger
busy until he was well out of sight.  It was with great reluctance that she
withdrew her hand and looked about for any other approaching passers-by,
taking a moment to steady her breathing and let the air conditioning cool
the flush she had developed.  With no other shoppers to offer another
performance to, Gwen dropped the truck into gear and pulled out.  Her speed
was watched diligently as she made her way home -"she was sure any police
officer who stopped her would guess by sight and smell what had been
happening in the truck.

   The truck braked to a stop in front of the Nelson Plumbing workshop. 
Gwen reminded herself not to hurry as she climbed the stairs to her office,
attempting to make up for her earlier lapse in self-control.  There were
several messages waiting; one in particular warned her of the return of one
of the apprentices for extra parts.  The news agitated the aroused woman;
there was no way she could risk any "alone time" until after Andrew had
returned and headed out again.  In fact, it was probably best if he didn't
see her in her current dress, either.  Gwen grumbled as she made her way
back to the house for more traditional wear, adding a bra this time to her
jeans and long-sleeve blouse but still omitting panties as a small form of
rebellion. 

   Gwen had the part waiting for the young apprentice as he pulled up
twenty minutes later.  His knowing smile made her feel as though she were
being mentally undressed, and she irrationally regretted not having worn
underwear.  With a wave and that same cocky grin, he was gone again a
moment later.  The Lady was taken aback by his impudence, wondering if Tim
should be told of their employee's surreptitious disrespect, while the Slut
bemoaned the fact that Gwen could probably have made herself come and still
been out here in time to meet the muscular young apprentice. 

   Well, I've got plenty of time now, she mused.  Between the vibrators and
that impossibly large faux penis hiding in the closet, I probably won't
last five minutes.  She thought back to just how little effort it would
have taken with just her finger in the mall parking lot.  She probably
wouldn't have even needed her toys...

   Why even go back to the house?  The thought of doing something so
depraved right here in the office excited her, right where her employees
had seen her so many times, and Gwen began to unbutton her blouse.  It only
took a moment to shed everything.  Now what?  She eyed the couch, but sat
back down at her desk instead.  Pushing the chair back, she hefted her feet
on to the surface in front of her, slumped and gently reclined until she
was looking at a spot far up the wall.  Legs spread of their own accord as
her hand made its way between them and the movie reel that held her
fantasies came to life. 

   The bald man did not pass by the truck this time, instead reversing
direction and coming back to the driver side door.  Gwen could hear his
voice, muffled by the metal and glass between them.  "I know what you're
doing in there." She wasn't upset or embarrassed; instead she smiled to
tell him he had guessed correctly and scooted over to the passenger side,
her back against the opposite side, facing the driver's door he was even
now opening.  Gwen quickly peeled off her shorts and opened her legs.  The
man stared intently at the show while unzipping his fly and pulling out his
already erect member.  "You got a pretty little cunt, lady," he grunted as
his hand grasped his shaft. 

   "You can look, but you can't touch," she reminded him, although she knew
she would be powerless to stop him if he wanted more.  The man did not
answer, his eyes glued to her sex where a finger was dancing on her clit
while her other hand was pushing a digit into her opening.  "You have a
very nice cock."

   "You'd like it even more if it was buried inside ya," he muttered, but
continued to stroke, not attempting to press his offer on her.  Gwen was
not ready to go that far, even in her fantasies.  "You're gonna make me
come," he warned, and true to his word, a pearl-white fountain erupted from
the tip of his length.  The viscous stream did not land on the driver's
seat as even in fantasy Gwen's orderly mind knew that would stain the
fabric and be a pain to get out.  Instead the jet arced impossibly high
before landing on the hot pavement with an improbably audible plop and
sizzle.  Her world went gray as Gwen's orgasm rushed over her, and she
briefly worried that she might pass out and be found here.  Her body traded
periods of rigidity with small convulsions, ears dimly aware of the squeak
of the chair as her body twitched, until at last she was spent.  She lay
slumped there for some time, finger idly drawing lines from her sex to her
breast, until reluctantly she rose and began to dress.  The sound of a
truck pulling into the driveway came to her over the drone of the air
conditioner as she slipped on her sandals. 

   See?  This is what happens when you become perverted, the Lady scolded.
You get caught!  What will Tim think? 

   You didn't get caught, the Slut laughed.  You're dressed, and you've
taken the edge off.  What could be better?  Except maybe getting caught? 

   Gwen ignored them both and moved to the stairs to see who had arrived.
She was halfway down when Andrew came back in, the cocky grin replaced with
a sheepish smile. 

   "Sorry, Mrs.  Nelson, but I got halfway back to the job when I
remembered that I forgot the bolts for the pump.  Walt would have killed me
if I came back without them." 

   "I suspect he would have," Gwen replied with a soft smile.  "Do you need
help finding them?"

   "Oh no, I know exactly where they are.  Are you alright?  You look
kinda, well, like hot and sweaty."

   "I was moving some boxes, and the air conditioning isn't working so
well," she lied.  "You sure you can find what you need?"

   The cocky grin returned.  "Oh, yes ma'am.  You, uhh, need help with the
boxes?" 

   Gwen turned and headed back up the stairs, the Slut urging her to put on
a show for the young man while the Lady dismissed the idea as dangerous. 
"I'm fine, Andrew, thanks.  You better get back to the jobsite before Walt
does something to you that will require extra paperwork.  I'll see you
later." 

   "Yes ma'am." The young apprentice stood there, focused on her swaying
bottom as she retreated to the second floor.  Getting naked would cool you
off, he thought as she disappeared.  I'd kill to see what's under those
jeans.  Tim would probably do the killing, but it might be worth it to put
my cock in her just one time.  The thought of her naked and in incredibly
lewd positions occupied him all the way back to town. 

   The week passed quickly.  Gwen waited until all was quiet in the office
before she went back to the house that Friday morning.  Natalie would be
arriving soon to ride before work; the heat had returned and clothing more
appropriate for a sweaty trail ride were necessary.  Anything other than
jeans and riding boots was out of the question, but the denim shirt in her
hand seemed excessive.  A little too warm...It wasn't a few months ago, the
Lady sneered, but it was not enough to stop Gwen from selecting a white
tank-top instead.  Not that you'll be wearing it five minutes up the hill,
the Slut snickered, and Gwen knew that to be true.  Her erect nipples
rubbed against the thin fabric. 

   And while I'm here, I might as well just move these to my nightstand,
she told herself as she reached into the closet and removed her toys.  They
were there to stay; it would be easier to have them close to hand rather
than having to mess up the closet getting to them. 

   Change of clothing and nightstand rearrangement completed, Gwen headed
out to the barn to begin the process of saddling Dart and Tigger.  She
momentarily froze halfway across the yard as the sound of a vehicle coming
up the driveway reached her -"a quick glance down confirmed her top
revealed more than she would want -"and then relaxed as Natalie came into
view.  The women excitedly hugged, her sister-in-law's hand rubbing Gwen's
nearly naked back in an extremely friendly way, before the two women got
the horses ready for their ride.  As was usually the case, Natalie removed
her shirt even while she was putting the finishing touches on the cinch of
Tigger's saddle; her sister-in-law did the same before mounting Dart. 

   "So, are you ready for tomorrow night?" Natalie asked excitedly before
they had even reached the tree line. 

   "I suppose." 

   "That doesn't sound very promising.  What's the matter?"

   "I don't know...what if he doesn't like the pictures?  What if gets mad
that another man saw me like that?  And even Tim likes them, and he wants
to...get intimate..  I'm sure the owners will guess what we did in our
room! I won't be able to face them at breakfast!"

   The blonde woman laughed.  "You've come so far, but you still have a
ways to go...he'll love the pictures, I'd bet my life on it.  And it's not
like you fucked Barry, you just showed him some tits and ass, maybe a
little pussy." Gwen blushed at the coarse reminders and stared at the dirt
path passing below her.  "As for Norman and Steven, honey, that's what
happens at Inns.  People get all romantic, sheets get messed up...as long
as you're not hanging from the fixtures, they're going to do everything
they can to make the magic happen.  It goes a long way to getting repeat
customers.  You won't be the first girl to get laid in that bed.  I was
there before you, four times -"or was it five?  Hell, if you're one of the
first hundred then it's probably a new mattress!" 

   "I guess...I've just always tried to keep that kind of thing
discrete." 

   "Don't go to breakfast naked and you'll be fine.  Speaking of which,
what are you wearing for the unveiling?"

   "I hadn't really thought about it..."

   "Tim might get a kick out of it if you wear the outfit you did the first
part of the shoot in.  Bring his work shirt to recreate the second half
after you've taken the edge off of him." 

   "But how will I change into it between dinner and...you know?"

   Natalie rolled her eyes theatrically.  "Wear it under your dress, silly!
Just change in the bathroom or something, tell him it's a surprise. 
Honestly, do I need to chaperone this thing so you two kids can properly
get it on?" 

   The idea of her sister-in-law in attendance, directing their lovemaking,
struck Gwen as funny.  The spell broken, she giggled and shook her head. 
"No, we've done it before, remember?  Two kids?" 

   "Exactly my point!  Only this time, you're not making babies, you're
making the couple next door jealous!"

   Gwen giggled again despite the reminder their private time might not be
so private.  She had an image of her legs wrapped around Tim's waist, his
body pressing her deep into that luxurious bed while he had is way with
her. Maybe it could happen that way...

   "So what were you talking to Barry about?"

   Natalie whirled, her confident smile gone.  "Oh, uhh, well, yeah, that.
See, Barry asked me to pose for him again a while back, and I finally made
up my mind and told him I would." 

   "Really?  What kind of photos?" Gwen both guessed and hoped at the
answer.

   "Well...see, Barry does commission work, too.  Sometimes people ask him
for specific ...kinds of pictures...and he does his best to fulfill their
request.  Like this time, someone commissioned him for...an erotic
piece." 

   Natalie was relieved to see Gwen's reaction was one of interest rather
than disgust.  "Oh my!  So you're going to let a stranger see you...that
way?  Just how...erotic?"

   "From what he told me, it sounds like very.  Tastefully done, of
course," Natalie added hurriedly. 

   I can't believe you said yes!" Gwen lowered her voice.  "Does Adam
know?" 

   "He does," her sister-in-law answered just as quietly.  "He's OK with
it."

   "Well, I think you're very brave to be doing this!"

   Natalie's smile returned.  "Brave, or stupid?"

   "Brave.  It sounds very exciting.  When is it going to happen?"

   "Sometime soon, according to Barry.  Not quite sure yet."

   Gwen smiled and looked up to the trail to where the picnic table
clearing was just barely visible.  "Will I be able to see them after?"

   "Actually, I have a favor I'd like to ask you," her sister-in law
replied as the two riders halted their horses and dismounted to stretch. 
"I want you to be there.  I think I'll need the support."

   "I can't imagine you'd ever need support," Gwen laughed, "especially
from me.  And besides, wouldn't you rather have Liz there?  I mean, she
said she's let him take pictures of her before, right?  She'd be more used
to this kind of thing?" 

   Natalie looked down at the ground.  "Liz is, uhhh, already going to be
there.  We're both going to be posing -"together." 

   "Oh...oh."

   "Their eyes finally met.  "You're one of the strongest people I know. 
Please say you'll be there?"

   Gwen could see the plea was from the heart.  Still, this was a most
unusual request..."if you want me to be there, of course I'll go with
you." 

   A look of relief swept over the blond, and the pair embraced, Gwen
conscious of their bare breasts pressed into each other's flesh.  "Thank
you so much.  I owe you." 

   "How about letting me stay at your house if Tim throw me out after I
give him my pictures?"

   Natalie broke the embrace.  "Not a chance.  Tim won't let you leave
after he sees them." She looked up at the darkening sky.  "We may want to
get back down to the house before it opens up."



   Despite a pace that had both women's chests bouncing wildly as they made
their way down the path, they were five minutes too late to avoid getting
soaked.  Gwen eyed the driveway and yard nervously as they approached, not
willing to stop and put on her wet shirt, but also not wanting to be seen
topless. 

   "No swim today," Natalie observed after they had made the safety of the
barn and began grooming their mounts.  "Not that we'd get any wetter.  I'm
not sure the rain takes out the smell of wet horse, though.  Mind if I
shower here before work?"

   "Of course not," Gwen replied as she hefted a saddle on to a nearby
sawhorse.  "I was going to take one too." 

   The horses were taken care of and Natalie detoured to her SUV to grab a
change of clothes as her sister-in-law hustled across the yard and into the
kitchen.  "You can go first," Gwen called out over her shoulder on the way
to the laundry room.  "You'll want to get out of those jeans." 

   "You should, too.  We can share the shower, if you want.  There's no
reason one of us should have to wait." 

   Gwen returned to the kitchen to find Natalie waiting, an innocent smile
on her sister-in-law's face.  "Uhh, I can wait...it might be a little tight
in there."

   "There's plenty of room!  Between the size and all the nozzles and
gadgets Tim built into that thing, I would have sworn you guys were having
orgies in there if I didn't know conservative you were!  More than enough
room for the two of us -"c'mon!" 

   Gwen blushed at both her mention of orgies and her seemingly long-lost
propriety and followed the topless woman down the hall.  A short time later
two naked bodies were under the warm spray coming from multiple jets.  She
was unsure where this was heading, or where she hoped it was heading
-"Natalie seemed more concerned with rinsing off and warming up and less
concerned with the nude woman next to her.  Instead, she closed her eyes
and did her best to enjoy the warm water against her skin. 

   "Want me to wash your hair for you?" Gwen opened her eyes to find
Natalie holding the bottle of shampoo.

   "Uh, OK, yeah, I guess..."

   "Turn around." She faced the faucet handles, the command bringing back
memories of how Miss Ritter would roughly scrub her, as if trying to remove
all traces of filth from a trail-ridden horse, before allowing her in the
bedroom.  The hands that began to lather and massage the shampoo into her
scalp were different, though.  They were gentle, sensuous; occasionally
scratching gently over every part of her head, other times just fingertips
languidly rubbing in concentric circles.  Gwen was in heaven and found her
knees turning to rubber.  Although it lasted quite a long time, all too
soon it was over.

   "OK, rinse." Gwen shuffled forward until the spray that had been
drumming on her breasts was now streaming through her hair.  Natalie helped
here as well, hands and fingers pushing the water through the strands, the
soap leaving sudsy white trails down her sister-in-law's body. 

   "A lot easier than washing patients' hair," Natalie remarked as she
returned to her own cleaning. 

   Gwen half-turned and looked back at her.  "Want me to do yours?"

   "I thought you'd never ask!  Yes, please!" she turned and handed the
shampoo over her shoulder.  Gwen squeezed some of the liquid into the palm
of her hand and reached up to begin.  While for some reason Miss Ritter had
never included her own haircare in her student's routine, Gwen had
certainly washed her daughter's hair enough when they were younger.  But
this was different.  That had been all business and efficiency; this
was...just different.  She wanted to return the pleasure she had been
given. 

   "Oh, yes," Natalie groaned.  "I looooove a good shampoo and scalp
massage.  So sensual." Her hand disappeared in front of her body and
flattened against her crotch, shamelessly touching herself. 

   Gwen continued to work her fingers through the long blond hair while her
sister-in-law pleasured herself, wondering if she would actually give
herself an orgasm right where she stood. 

   "Whew!" Natalie exclaimed and ducked forward under the spray, apparently
short of the release Gwen had thought she was working up to.  "You give
good scalp!" The rest of the shower passed without incident as the women
concentrated on themselves before turning off the water and stepping out of
the stall. 

   "I shoulda asked while we were in there, but would you like a trim?"
Natalie asked as she toweled her hair.  "You've got a big night coming up
tomorrow.  You'll want to look your best, unless Tim likes the natural
look." 

   Gwen glanced down self-consciously.  "Yes, I guess I should.  Would you
like one, too?  It looks like you've been too busy to do yours recently."

   Natalie rubbed her hand through the thickening thatch and gave an
embarrassed laugh.  "No, thanks, letting it grow out some...the guy who
commissioned the stuff I'm modeling for likes Barry's subjects to have more
of a natural look.  It's one of the reasons we're going to wait a bit to do
it -"Liz and I have to grow it out a little." 

   "Oh -"OK.  I've never seen you like that," Gwen babbled as she gathered
up the things needed for her own grooming. 

   "It's not going to be a jungle down there," Natalie said as the two
women moved to the bedroom, "just a little more like a...well-kept lawn."
Gwen surprised herself at how nonchalantly she lay on the bed and spread as
her sister-in-law sorted things out and began to work. 

   It only took a few moments, Gwen no longer surprised by the finger
slowly pushing up her cleft, but startled when a pair of lips lightly made
contact with the skin below the remaining patch of hair.  As quickly as
they touched, they were gone. 

   "All better," Natalie declared brightly as she rose.  "The big bad man
looking for your kitty will have no problem finding it.  Would you mind if
I rub one out real quick?"

   A confused look crossed Gwen's face.  "Excuse me?" 

   Natalie smiled weakly.  "Mind if I cum before work?  I'll admit I'm a
little nervous about posing for Barry, but to be honest, thinking about it
gets me hot and bothered.  And your shampoo didn't help." 

   Gwen quickly rolled off the bed.  "Sorry, sorry, of course," she
blurted. "Would you like some privacy?" 

   Natalie laughed.  "Did I need it last time?  I'm going to get intimate
on camera with another woman for a strange man.  Privacy is not one of my
greatest concerns.  No, you're welcome to stay, or join in...unless last
time freaked you out," she hurriedly added.

   "No, no, I certainly understand what you mean about the shampoo -"it had
the same effect on me, too.  Did you want to use my, uhh, things?"

   "We can share," Natalie said with knowing smile. 

   Gwen turned and opened her nightstand drawer.  "Like before?" she said
while removing her toys. 

   She turned to find her sister-in-law already arranging the pillows. 
"Sure, why not." Soon the two women were arranged feet to feet, both spread
wide to the other's gaze. 

   "Mind if I use this first?" Natalie asked as she picked up the dildo,
while her finger casually stroked her puffy lips. 

   "No, please do," Gwen volunteered, ever the polite hostess, her eyes
locked in on the scene before her. 

   "Thanks.  We need to get you some more stuff so we don't have to share
if we're gonna keep doing this," She suggested casually, as if she were
talking about more wineglasses.  The blonde settled back, closed her eyes,
and began to work both vibrator and massive black cudgel. 

   Her climb to orgasm was quick, one hand pushing the vibrator into her
furrow while the other retreated to stroke stomach and breasts after
planting the rubber cock inside of her.  Gwen rose and kneeled between the
twitching woman's legs, greedily taking in the scene of utter depravity. 
The twitching of Natalie's hips threatened to dislodge the mass of rubber
forcing her lips apart.  Gwen gingerly extended a finger and pushed on the
flat base of the pole to imbed it more securely in her sister-in-law. 

   "Fuck me with it," the masturbating woman grunted through clamped jaws.

   Gwen hesitated, unsure.  Her finger was still extended holding the dildo
in place.  Natalie's hands were otherwise occupied, one on the rabbit, one
on a breast.

   "Fuck me with that thing!" 

   She gently grasped the base with her fingertips and guided it further
into her sister-in-law, stopping just short of the junction of her thigh.

   "Harder!" The urgency in the plea startled Gwen, and she quickly
withdrew it until the bulbous head was beginning to slip past the engorged
lips.  Again she drove it forward, this time with more force, her hand
stopping close enough to feel the heat of her sister-in-law's sex.  Gwen
grew bolder with each stroke as she tried to imitate Tim's thrusts when he
was between her legs.

   Natalie's hand flew from her breast to capture the one holding the dildo
and pushed both hard against her mound and lips.  Gwen did not attempt to
free herself, just holding still as the body her fingers were pressed
against squirmed.  Natalie shivered and shuddered and cried out for some
time before going limp. 

   "Whooo, that was good!" Her hand left Gwen's to lazily scratch her mons.
The woman between her legs retreated, intent on giving her some space. 
"Your turn.  I wanna see you get off."

   Gwen smiled and reclined, self-conscious over her display while her
excitement at showing off fueled her arousal.  She spread her legs and
reached for her magic wand.  The bulbous head had barely made contact with
her clitoris when she felt the mattress shift as a body moved, and then the
wetness of Natalie's sex was on her knee.  She opened her eyes to see the
woman astride her leg, dildo in hand.  With a smile, she directed it
forward until it touched Gwen's opening.  "Gentle, then hard?" 

   Again Gwen looked confused.  "Sorry?"

   "Do you like to be fucked gently, then harder as you get closer to
coming?  Or do you like to let it just lie there and fill you up?  Or would
you rather not use it today?" 

   Gwen resisted the urge to laugh at the absurdity of the menu choices. 
"Uh, gentle, then hard?" 

   "Okey-dokey!" Her sister-in-law didn't move, looking down at her
expectantly.  Gwen slowly lowered the vibrator to her slit, looking up at
Natalie as if for approval.  In response, she felt the head of the faux
penis begin to penetrate her. 

   She was acutely aware of the soft, hot wetness on her knee, rocking back
in forth in time as the massive tool slid in and out of her.  "C'mon honey,
show me how you come.  Show me how you're gonna come for Tim tomorrow night
after he gets his gift and fucks you silly.  Are you gonna do it for him
more than once?  You know he's gonna for you every time he thinks of those
pictures."

   Her focus was the image of she and her husband naked and entwined, his
penis mimicking the one in her right now, testicles bumping up against her
bum before withdrawing for another stroke.  The vibrator's delightful
tingling on her clit and mound only amplified the erotic thoughts. 

   With long-practiced control she managed to contain her urge to cry out
as Natalie slammed the dildo into her sex with enough force to make her
breasts jiggle as her orgasm began.  She was only dimly aware of her
sister-in-law grinding herself into her knee, then stiffening and moaning
softly. 

   Gwen opened her eyes to see the same sleepy, contented look on her
sister-in-law's face as she imagined on herself.  Natalie fell over on her
side and next to the recovering woman, leaving the giant cudgel where she
had buried it.  "You're so cute when you come," she laughed softly.  "Like
you're trying not to sneeze." 

   "I could use a nap," she continued without waiting for a response, "but
I really do have to get to work." She dressed while her sister-in-law,
still nude, cleaned up the evidence of their afternoon together.

   Natalie was mildly surprised that a still-naked Gwen saw her off from
the deck.  "Promise me you'll tell me every nasty little detail of your
night at the inn?" 

   "If you insist.  And you'll tell me when you find out more about your
modeling?"

   "You'll be one the first to know." The pair hugged as a long roll of
thunder announced the imminent return of the rain.  It also hid the
approach of Ali's car, Gwen spotting the hood as it cleared the trees down
by the workshop.

   "Gotta go!" she squeaked and retreated into the kitchen as Natalie went
down to greet her niece. 

   Alison could swear she saw a bare back and ass disappear into the house
as she made the turn into the clearing.  No, it couldn't have been.  She
rolled to a stop next to the scrubs-clad woman.  "Hi Aunt Natalie!  Don't
tell me you two went riding in this?"

   "We almost made it all the way without getting wet," she laughed.  "What
brings you here?"

   "Oh, I know Mom likes to make sure I know where everything is when we
watch the place.  I just thought I'd drop in and get my marching orders. 
Hope I'm not interrupting anything?" 

   "Nope, "We just spent some time together after we dried off.  And now
I'm heading to work." 

   Alison looked up at her.  "Hey Aunt Natalie, I wanted to say thanks
-"Mom really needed someone like you.  She seems to have opened up so much
since you two started hanging out together." 

   Her aunt smiled.  You have no idea...  "No need to thank me.  It's been
fun opening her up." The first big drops of rain splattered on the wet
grass.  "Gotta go.  Talk you soon -"give me a call if you need anything
this weekend?" 

   Alison smiled and hurried up to the safety of the kitchen.  Opening her
up?  She smiled at her aunt's choice of words.  That sounded like something
Jason would say before he got all macho and fucked her.  Her fully-dressed
mother greeted her with a nervous smile.



   A New Way of Seeing Things Ch.  27

   Gwen went over her mental checklists Saturday morning while cleaning and
re-cleaning the house.  She knew she couldn't leave it anything less than
spotless for her daughter and son-in-law, but occasionally found herself
distracted by doubts about what she had packed prior to Tim returning home
the evening before. 

   The dress she intended to wear to dinner that evening was hung by her
small suitcase and ready to go while the items to wear under it were tucked
safely out of sight in the bag.  Still, she checked several times to make
sure she had included everything she felt she needed for their evening at
the Inn. 

   Tim's gifts were in there, too; more than once Gwen considered leaving
the album at home to be given later, when the time was right, and even went
so far as to take it out of the bag once.  Only the thought of having to
explain her delay to Natalie made her return it to its hiding spot
underneath her packed clothes. 

   Bringing the objects under the magazine in her nightstand had been
briefly considered as well.  It was dismissed, though; using them might be
too brazen given the romantic circumstances this trip was intended for, and
besides, what if someone went through their bags while they were at dinner
and found them?  The idea of returning them to the closet crossed her mind
as well, but Alison already knew about their existence, and Jason too, she
thought ruefully; they were probably better hidden where they were.

   The time she had spent with Natalie the day before weighed heavily on
her mind as well.  She had mentioned to Tim that they had ridden together,
hoping he would ask for more information, but had apparently been too
occupied with several phone messages to ask whether they had done more than
ride.  She had not told him of their activities after, and it bothered her
that she had not been more forthcoming about their activities, despite the
fact he had not been upset with her past dalliances.  She would offer to
tell him more, as much as he wanted to hear, Gwen decided.  After this trip
was over, though -"she had enough to worry about as it was. 

   Tim and Gwen were on the road that afternoon well before their
housesitters arrived.  They took their time, stopping several times along
the way to browse local shops one or the other found interesting. 

   It was a little past 4 when they made the turn onto the long driveway of
the Inn At Little Falls.  "More cars," Gwen murmured, remembering how empty
the parking area had been the last time she was here.  More cars meant more
people, more people meant more risk of others finding out why they were
here, and why she had been her before...

   "More cars than what?" Tim asked, a smile on his face.

   "Oh, uh more cars than I expected would be here," Gwen quickly lied.  He
would find out soon enough this was not her first visit; no need to start
the explanations and apologies now.  Steven and Norman awaited them at the
top of the stairs that opened on to the wide porch.  Gwen was mildly
relieved to see they played their part perfectly, greeting her as if this
was her first time in their establishment.  It was only when Steven was
leading Tim forward on a tour of the premises that Norman fell back,
slowing Gwen as her husband turned a corner up ahead.  "Natalie told us why
you're here.  Don't you worry about a thing!" She smiled, but a wave of
panic rushed over her.  They knew?

   Her memories were vivid as they were shown to their room.  The afternoon
sun lit the space rather than the morning light she had remembered from
that day, but everything else was the same.  Tim whistled appreciatively.
"Nice place," he told the innkeepers.  "This is perfect!" 

   "We like it," Steven, replied casually.  "We're glad you do, too.  I
understand you have reservations down at Levi's?"

   Tim nodded.  "Our children set that up for us as an anniversary gift. 
Good food, I hope?"

   "The best this side of Atlanta!  In the meantime, please feel free to
wander the grounds, have a glass of wine or a beer...the porch is wonderful
for sitting this time of afternoon.  If you need anything at all, just let
us know." 

   Gwen thanked them, and the door closed with a quiet thunk as they took
their leave.  The room produced adrenaline and fear, like the recollection
of a memorable unbroken horse or a roller coaster...

   Tim looked at her.  "We've got a little while before dinner," he
motioned to the French Doors.  "Want to sit out in the garden?" A quick
test of the bed would be fun, he thought, but she seemed too distracted for
that just now.

   "Maybe later.  I think the porch might be nice, though."

   "Porch it is." 

   They were not the only couple out there, and Gwen was grateful for the
distraction of other people, quietly sipping her wine before excusing
herself as Tim talked fishing with another middle-aged gentleman.  As good
a time as any to get ready, she decided. 

   Closing the door behind her, she took her bag and retreated to the
bathroom to sort out the items she had worn that morning not so long ago. I
won't show him this until he's seen the album, she resolved.  If he doesn't
like the pictures, he won't like this.  The corset and stockings were
fitted as quickly as possible, the possibility of being interrupted and
prematurely exposed hurrying her efforts.  The Slut suggested it might be a
good night to go pantiless, but the Lady loudly squashed the idea,
reminding her that the underwear was so wispy and brief as to be
practically non-existent anyways, and that she was going to dinner with her
husband in a nice restaurant, for goodness sake!  At least pretend to be
raised properly!  The dress itself was the black one she had worn to the
Chamber of Commerce dinner, more racy than she was used to, but presentable
for a dimly lit restaurant.  She reluctantly had to admit it managed to not
hint too broadly at what lay underneath.  Somewhat satisfied, she exited
the bathroom as Tim returned from the porch. 

   "Hey, I was wondering where you -"" He stopped as he took in her
transformation.  "Wow." 

   "What, is something wrong?"

   "No, no, something is very right, but uhh, wow, different.  You look
incredible." 

   She could tell his words were genuine.  "Well, thank you.  I figured
this dress would be alright since we're out of town anyways." 

   "Of course it is." The dress is great, Tim thought, but there's
something more, something he couldn't put his finger on...he looked to her
feet.  "Have you ever worn shoes with that much heel?  I like 'em.  A
lot." 

   Once before, the Slut slyly replied, but Gwen did not put voice to the
answer, instead looking at the floor. 

   He took her in his arms.  "Wanna skip dinner and get to dessert?" 

   "Plenty of time for dinner and dessert," she said with that soft
firmness he had first seen all those years ago.  "Get dressed." 

   Tim almost seemed to pout.  "Yes, ma'am." 

   Gwen made her way out to the garden on slightly unsteady legs and sat
while he changed, confident in the privacy the lush greenery afforded,
smiling when her husband came out in a shirt and tie.  The only time she
ever got to see him like this were weddings, funerals, and planning board
meetings, she mused, but darn, he cleans up nicely.  She could not deny the
pride she felt in the anticipation of being seen with this handsome man. 
"Shall we go?" 

   Their hopes of a romantic setting and good food were not disappointed.
They exchanged their customary gifts before ordering, a fishing supply gift
certificate for Tim, a tack shop spree for Gwen.  They stayed for some
time, just enjoying each other's company, before deciding it was time for
bed. 

   The drive back to the Inn was made in silence, Gwen fretting over what
was about to take place, Tim, just smiling in anticipation of what he hoped
was to follow.  A bottle of champagne and two glasses were in their room
when they returned, compliments of the innkeepers.  She was not really much
into champagne, but anything would help.  Gwen poured a glass for herself,
then her husband. 

   "Tim, I, uh, have another gift I'd like to give you."

   "Hopefully it's under that dress, because I love unwrapping presents." 

   "Not that, at least not yet.  Something else." 

   His smile never wavered.  "Honey, you didn't need to get me anything
else..." 

   She smiled weakly and moved to her suitcase.  Her back to him, he looked
on curiously as she fiddled for a moment then turned, a gift wrapped box in
her hands.  "I know I can't ask you not to be upset with me, but Natalie
said you would like this..." Gwen handed it to him, picked up her glass,
sat down on the edge of a chair and nervously sipped. 

   Tim was baffled by her statement.  Her normal air of calm and control
was gone, replaced by a sense she was about to bolt for the door.  He sat
on the edge of the bed and carefully unwrapped the package, a red
leather-bound album coming out of the paper.  Tim looked at her
questioningly, but she looked down to her glass and took another sip.

   "Family photos?  We haven't sat for one of those since the kids were in
high school."

   "No, not quite," she murmured, but offered no more. 

   He again smiled, arched his eyebrows, and turned the cover as Gwen held
her breath.  The smile disappeared and his eyes widened as her husband
turned the first page.  Tim flipped forward two pages, then back, and
looked up.  The shaking woman would have giggled at the expression on her
husband's face had she not been on the edge of panic. 

   "How, wha...?"

   The Lady and her worst fears took over.  Gwen hurried to where he sat
and grabbed for the album.  "I am so sorry," she blurted, "I thought you
might -""

   Tim quickly pulled the leather-bound book out of her grasp.  "Oh hell
no! You're not gonna tease me and then take it away!" Gwen finally dared
hope the look in her husband's eyes was not anger or disgust, but
excitement.  "Are they all like this?" She nodded, still looking for
further confirmation he was not somehow displeased. 

   Tim again opened the album to the first photo while Gwen returned to her
seat and nervously sipped champagne.  He only made it to his original
stopping point before looking up again.  "These are all of you?"

   Gwen managed a smile.  "I know it doesn't look much like me, but it is
me, and I had someone -"a professional photographer who specializes in
that...kind...of picture take them.  You're not mad, right?" 

   "Mad?  Gwen, I've only looked at 3 pictures and this is one of the best
gifts you've ever given me!  I would never have believed you had it in
you!" His voice dropped a bit.  "The rest of pictures are like this,
right?"

   "Worse." 

   Tim's eyes were already back on the album in his lap.  He turned several
more pages, each one intently studied for quite some time, until he looked
up and over at the dressing table, then back down at the page, then back at
the dressing table.  "You took them here?  In this room?"

   Gwen took a gulp of champagne, almost choking on the bubbly liquid. 
"Yes." 

   Confusion again crossed her husband's face.  "But when?  I thought
you've never been here before?"

   "I'm so sorry Tim, I lied, but I couldn't think of any other way to keep
this a secret.  We took the pictures when I told you Natalie and I came to
Atlanta to go shopping." 

   Tim smiled, but was unable to resist the urge to resume viewing the
photos.  "I see.  I should have known -"you hate shopping.  At least, you
used to...so Natalie was in on this?"

   "It was her idea -"she did the same type of thing for Adam!" Gwen
stopped abruptly, afraid she had given away one of her sister-in-law's
secrets.

   "Well, that's a bit of a surprise, but not as much as this." It was
several more pages before he spoke again.  "You showed so much skin
-"you're practically naked!  I can't believe you did this!"

   Gwen's fears again rose to the surface.  "Please don't be mad, I really
thought you would like it!"

   Tim moved to where she sat and kissed her.  "Honey, I'm not mad, I'm
incredibly flattered that you would do such a thing for me.  I can only
guess how hard it was for you to let your guard down like this." He sat
back on the bed and resumed viewing his gift.  "Guy or girl?"

   "What?"

   "Was the photographer a man or a woman?"

   "Oh -"uhh, a man, but his wife was in the room the whole time, and
Natalie was here with me, too!" 

   "That must have been even harder for you, to get naked in front of a
strange man like that."

   "I was so worried you were going to get mad for letting him see me like
that.  You're not mad, right?"

   Tim laughed, but did not look up.  "Trust me, I'm about as far from mad
as I can get right now.  I'm just impressed he was able to keep his
attention on his camera long enough to take these.  This is like seeing you
naked for the first time again!"

   It took him some time, but from her vantage point, Gwen could see when
he reached the blank page dividing the bedroom photos from the bathroom
set. He smiled and flipped the page. 

   Tim laughed.  "That old shirt looks a hell of a lot better on you than
it ever did on me!  And where was this taken?"

   "The Innkeepers' private quarters.  They let Barry use it for the
shoot." 

   He continued to intently study the photos.  "I've seen Walt in that
position dozens of times," Tim said without looking up, referring to the
picture of Gwen lying on her back under the sink, "but never once did I
consider it sexy.  Is it bad or good if I see this the next time he's
headfirst under a vanity tightening the feed lines?"

   It took him some time before he slowly flipped the last page over and
looked up at Gwen.  "Wow.  This has been a night full of surprises." Tim
delicately laid the album on the nightstand, stood and moved to where his
wife was still sitting and clutching her empty glass.  Gwen looked up
nervously at the man towering over her.  What now?  She quickly glanced at
his midsection, now at eye level.  Her husband's dress slacks were unable
to adequately mask the rigid length straining against the fabric.  Maybe
she had read his reaction to the album correctly? 

   Tim took the glass from her and set it on a nearby table, then gently
took her hands and pulled Gwen to her feet.  He kissed her, not roughly,
but with the intent of a man who knew what he wanted.  Callused fingers
grasped the catch of the dress's zipper and pulled, the purr quick and
muffled.  Hands reached for her shoulders as he stepped back. 

   The dress was pushed off of Gwen, momentarily catching on her hips
before Tim finished the job.  "And yet another surprise," he murmured as
corset and stockings were revealed.  "I thought you felt a little different
under that dress.  The same outfit as that one, right?" He asked, gesturing
to the album on the nightstand.  Gwen nodded and looked down at the floor,
slightly embarrassed for some reason. 

   "Well I hope you brought my shirt too, because you're gonna model that
after," he continued.  "But right now -"" Tim firmly placed his hands on
Gwen's hips and steered her to the side of the bed before lifting and
tossing her back, "I've got something I really need to take care of." He
quickly began discarding clothes, his eyes never leaving the corset-clad
body on the bed.  "Take your panties off, but leave the rest," he
commanded. "Spread your legs." Gwen had the underwear off by the time her
husband was rid of his pants, Tim's boxer shorts tented by the staff
between his legs.  "Touch yourself.  Are you wet?"

   She already knew the answer, but followed his direction anyway.  A
finger was inserted at her opening and dragged up and over a clitoris
anxious to be touched.  Gwen nodded.  "Mm-hmm."

   "Good.  Keep playing with yourself." Tim watched for a moment to make
sure she was doing as she was told, and then began pulling off socks and
underwear, his cock snapping lewdly against his stomach as he pulled the
shorts over it. 

   Gwen was embarrassed to be masturbating in front of her husband, of so
openly showing him what was his to take.  Her clit had no such reservations
and begged to be touch and stroked. 

   Tim stroked his now-free cock several times as he watched the show in
front of him before climbing between Gwen's legs.  She thought he might use
his fingers or kiss her down there, but he was in no mood for
preliminaries. His hands came down beside her shoulders and he crouched
briefly before flexing his hips and stabbing forward.  His lips met hers as
his cockhead pushed against her other lips.  There was no subtlety to his
movements, and with a single thrust he buried his length deep inside her,
balls slapping against the skin of her cheeks.  "I guess you were wet," he
murmured and began to stroke. 

   Tim did not take her gently, rising up on outstretched arms as he
pounded while her breasts wobbled under the repeated impacts.  Gwen knew he
could not last long at this pace, and soon after he proved her right, using
his feet to lever himself more deeply into Gwen's welcoming body as his
seed filled her.

   Spent, he rolled to his side and exhaled sharply.  "Sorry, that was
really selfish of me," he grumbled.  "Let me take care of you now." A hand
was already sliding down towards her sex, towards where the remains of his
orgasm were already beginning to leak out of her...

   "Let's take care of each other," Gwen announced as she closed her legs
and rolled over to kiss her husband.  "Do you think you can do it again?"

   Tim smiled.  "I may have a hard time walking out to the truck tomorrow,
but I'm pretty sure I can go all night." 

   "Then let me use the ladies' room and we can do exactly that." Gwen
rose, careful not to allow her leaking sex to make contact with the duvet
cover.  "Would it be alright if I took this off?" she asked over her
shoulder as she moved to the bathroom.  "It's pretty, but a little
constrictive." 

   "Only if you come out wearing less than what you went in with." 

   Gwen cleaned up as best she could, certain there some of her husband's
orgasm remained in her even after she finished.  "Well, that's definitely
less," Tim agreed as he looked up from the album he had again opened and to
his now completely nude wife.  "Still a great look for you, though." 

   She smiled and climbed under the covers next to where he still lay on
top of the bed.  "So, you really did like your gift?"

   "Oh yeah, there's a couple of things I got my eye on for the boat -""

   "Not the gift certificate, the album!" she pointed out, completely
missing his jest.

   "I know," he smiled.  "but I do like the gift certificate.  The album is
on a whole 'nother level of like, maybe about 20 levels up." Tim kissed
her. "I can't get over how much you must love me to do something that out
of character.  I would have never have guessed in a million years you would
do that." 

   "I do love you more than anything," Gwen agreed, "and Natalie kept
telling me how much you would like the pictures, but I have to tell you
-"after I got over being scared, I liked doing it.  It was fun to try and
be sexy in a way that you'd like and would look good in an album."

   "You succeeded beyond anything I could have ever imagined." And I've
imagined a lot, he thought. 

   Nothing more was said for quite some time as they made love, relaxed and
passionate, Tim bringing her to orgasm with his tongue and fingers before
mounting her for a slow and gentle coupling.  Despite his declaration to go
all night, they fell asleep in each other's arms shortly after he spent
himself inside her again. 

   Tim's stirring awoke her the next morning, early morning sunlight
streaming in the windows. 

   "Want to go get some coffee and sit in the garden?" Gwen asked, smiling
at her husband. 

   "We can do that," he agreed, but do me a favor and put on the shirt you
wore in the pictures so you can model it for me when I get back with the
coffee. 

   "I can do that," she agreed, and went to her bag after Tim had put on a
t-shirt and pair of shorts and padded down to the breakfast area.  Gwen
thought about leaving the shades on the bay window and French doors shut,
but the urge to be just a little bit naughty prevailed as she tied back
curtains and opened windows and doors, the grass yard and trees behind
their room offering enough seclusion this time of morning.  As promised,
she was dressed in nothing but the faded Nelson Plumbing shirt when Tim
returned with their coffee. 



   "Even better live than in the photos.  Shame I didn't know how good you
looked in that before last night.  That might be the most I'll let you wear
at home from now on." 

   "Stop it," Gwen replied, taking the steaming mug from his hand and
kissing him.  "It's just a shirt." 

   "It's sexy as all hell.  Hey, I know that you wore the other things in
here, but would you mind posing for me in the shirt -"like you did over by
the window?"

   "The Inn was empty when I posed there last time," she laughed.  "It's
full now.  Somebody might see me." She didn't really think so, but the Lady
insisted on voicing caution.

   "At this time of morning?  Besides, it just lawn and woods out there. 
No reason for anyone to be there.  Please?" 

   Gwen rolled her eyes and put down her coffee.  She cautiously approached
the window, looking for signs of life beyond, before assuming the first
pose Barry had put her in that day.  She felt incredibly self-conscious to
be doing this in front of Tim, but the familiar tingle of arousal spread
through her as well.  She liked being the center of attention, the object
of desire.  Gwen warmed to the task, and continued to move about as her
husband approached. 

   "Put your hands on the edge of the windowsill and bend over," he
growled. Gwen looked over her shoulder at him as she did as he instructed,
head and shoulders into the bay window while the unbuttoned shirt fell
open, her breasts dangling below her.  Gwen could feel the hem ride up
above her butt.  She again looked back in time to see Tim sink to his knees
and press his face up against the crack of her cheeks.  The feel of his
tongue probing her lips shocked her but the sheer perversity of the act
only inflamed her further.  Gwen thrust her hips back and walked her legs
out more, giving him full access to her sex while his finger snaked around
her leg and found her clit.  A whimper of delight escaped her; to Tim it
was the sound of a cheering crowd. 

   She was beginning the climb to orgasm when he stood, his tongue replaced
by a very ready cock.  His entry was not so direct as their first time the
night before, and he slid it back and forth between her cleft before
finally resting the spongy head at her opening.  His hands tightened their
grip on her waist.  "Tim, somebody might see us," she protested, but her
heart was not in it.  Let them see.  For all she cared, they could be
jealous for what she was getting and they were not. 

   As if on cue, Norman appeared around the corner of the garden to her
right, his path taking him right by the window they occupied.  The Lady
screamed to duck, hide, do something, but Gwen took no notice.  Everything
just felt too right.  Let him look! 

   The innkeeper turned his head, smiled, and waved as he passed, seemingly
not shocked at all by the couple obviously joined together in the window
barely ten feet away.  Gwen nodded her head in reply, her mouth open in
surprise and the orgasm that was even now breaking upon her. 

   Her legs turned to jelly and only Tim's hands and penis kept her
upright. She had only barely regained her ability to control her lower body
when she felt him pull out.

   "Turn around and kneel down."

   Gwen did, thankful to be able to allow her legs to fully recover their
strength.  Her head was firmly taken between two masculine hands, and a
glistening penis bobbed before her, the tip an angry red.  Gwen knew what
was expected, and she welcomed it.  Her mouth opened wide and she bobbed
forward to capture the cock being presented to her.  The taste of her
husband and herself created a perverse, intoxicating nectar. 

   She let Tim use her mouth, to fuck it, and she knew how they both wanted
it to end.  Masculine fingers reflexively tightened about the back of her
head and the first jet struck the back of her throat.  Gwen instinctively
recoiled but quieted to receive each spurt, her tongue tickling the end of
the invader to encourage more.  She swallowed only after her husband's body
gave a final shudder and relaxed. 

   The couple shared the shower before dressing and making their way to the
dining room for a more substantial breakfast.  The appearance of Norman
halfway through their meal made Gwen blush and avoid eye contact, but the
innkeeper made no mention of what he had seen.  After one more relaxed
lovemaking session in their bed, windows still open, they packed and said
their goodbyes with the promise to return. 

   The ride home was quiet.  Both reflected on the summer, and how much
"things" changed in three short months.  Tim didn't regret them in the
least, instead welcoming them; Gwen still harbored some doubts among the
feelings of freedom and confidence.  She wondered where her limits now lay;
what she had thought incredibly slutty in May now seemed harmless.  Was it
going to be easy for her to identify when she stepped over the line?  The
Lady stood ready to guard against it, and the Slut stood ready to push the
boundaries.  She decided the woman whose shoulders they rode on would be
her own master. 

   Tim smiled and turned to her.  "Hey hon, you, uhh, think I can take some
pictures of you some time?" 

   The End