Pet Project

Story adapted from Coyote on AASTR

Pet begins writing racy short stories for a woman's
magazine, when she admits to her husband that
interracial sex would turn her on. What happens next
involves her best friends and her hubby.

Pet Project
(chapter 1)

Summertime was their favorite time of year, so much so
that years ago Rick and Pet decided to make Florida
their permanent home. Right off the bat, the two had
decided that, although they enjoyed Missouri, they were
made for a warmer climate. After all, the Florida Keys
was there favorite vacation spot, and Orlando seemed an
ideal location. They had done a good job at raising
their two k**s who are now grown and off to make their
own ways in the world. It was now reward time for Rick
and Pet, no k**s, freedom to come and go as they please,
travel, eat out, and explore new lifestyles that hadn't
been "permitted" within a family structure. One of the
best things they had done was plan for the future by
making wise investments in both the stock market and
themselves. They realized that when the time came, all
the money in the world wouldn't make them happy if they
weren't physically fit to reap the benefits, so they
kept themselves in excellent shape. They had made it
through the family years in good shape, and now they
were ready to take on the world with a bright, fresh new
attitude and bodies to match.

Rick was a fit as a man could be, healthy, strong, and
with the enthusiasm of a twenty year old which belied
his actual age of fifty. Pet had more than kept pace
through constant exercise and an active lifestyle. Not a
person in their right mind would guess her actual age,
but everyone would peg her to be in her thirties. Her
5'4" 115 lb. frame was merely the vessel that was
adorned with pixy blond hair, green eyes, slim waist and
breasts that still defied the pencil test. Together,
they were a match made in heaven and kept intact through
their own care and respect. The most unique thing one
might say of the pair is that they never grew up, which
is a quality that every one envied.

In recent years when the k**s were weaning themselves
from the nest, more and more time became available for
Pet to work on herself, and to discover her own many
moods, adult likes and dislikes, and tastes for
adventure. She had been a mother, housewife, and
respected long time employee of the state mental health
system as a teacher, and her plans for semi-retirement
were working out nicely. Rick had always wanted a boat,
but was still working towards his early retirement, and
Pet had always wanted a cottage. Since Pet was now free
of the constant presence of k**s, they made the most
logical choice of what they would get first. Pet got her
beach house, but at least it was on the water where Rick
could dream about his perfect boat. Although they
settled in central Florida, the beach house would allow
them a perfect escape whenever they wanted, and the best
part was that they could get away to a place where
virtually nobody knew them.

Pet had quit teaching and planned on taking the
challenge of writing novelettes for women's magazines.
She was quite good at it, since she slanted her work to
the largely forbidden side of women's fantasies of
sexual encounters. She thought to herself, "Why not?
We've got a new life, new beach house, and are making a
new set of friends. I can be any one that I want to
these people, so why not live a fantasy life?" Her
exposure to frequent counseling material allowed her to
amass a huge resource of insight into the male point of
view, and most often, the viewpoint centered on the
aggressive male psyche. Pet made her relatively boring
job exciting by allowing her mind to play fantasy games
with the various patient cases, gathering material for
her stories, and lacing the story line with an unusual
blend of male and female perspectives. Her writing
success came from the fact that her stories were so real
and life like. The reader had a hard time believing that
this was fiction, and usually wound up preferring to get
lost in imagining that the stories were real.

Pet noticed that part of her success was in allowing
herself to imagine that the events included her as the
heroin, and Rick as the hero. There was plenty of
material available to conjure up villains, and so the
material flowed onto paper, fed by the floodgates of her
mind that was only starting to realize its potential for
excitement. The stories began in romance style, but soon
she found herself fantasizing about more adventurous
situations. Not only did her writing heat up the page,
but it also fanned her own feminine flames, making her
become more adventurous in her own life. She always had
to test the concept before she accepted it as
believable. Slowly but surely, Pet began dressing more
daringly as she recognized that men really do drool over
the feminine form. "Not bad," she thought to herself
when she started borrowing and wearing some of her
daughters' clothing. Not only did it fit, but she
discovered that she still had the stuff that dreams are
made of, and, so, her own wardrobe began changing to
shorter skirts, tighter fitting tops, and lower cut
necklines. Her well tanned legs proved so enticing that
she just had to wear more heels to show them off,
especially when no nylons were needed to smooth the
shape. As her dressing games continued, Pet's
imagination drifted back to the sixties days of free
love and body freedom. Soon she dared to go braless
under her knit tops, making her clearly visible hard
nipples a focal point for men in the malls. So enamored
was she by the effect, that she took the plunge and even
went sans underwear altogether, and felt the freedom of
air flowing over her uncovered pussy as she ventured out
on her daily routine. Her transformation was underway,
and it was all her own doing, all part of that second
c***dhood.

Rick was by no means left out of the picture. On the
contrary, Pet's love making was getting increasingly
active and adventuresome, and Rick started to rediscover
some of those things men bury away deep inside while
raising a family. Things like taking pride in being in
shape, making new friends, trying a few new sports, game
playing in bed, and, as Pet would say, "just plain
looking good." Rick and Pet began talking more in bed
now that they had the house to themselves, and it was
just like the early years when they were finding out
more about each other. Only this time, a lot of that
process involved digging into what turned each other on,
and talking about fantasies. Pet loved to have Rick talk
to her, setting the mood, then conjure up some totally
untrue, but wildly stimulating story that involved some
sexy scenario. Rick found that the more daring he
became, the faster Pet would lose control and the more
aggressive and open she became.

The couple grew together, expanding their horizons, and
becoming richer for the experience. Pet's novelettes
took on a new slant toward lovemaking, one which women
found fascinating. Rick never read Pet's material, since
it was all mushy romance, but little did he know that
she began to intertwine Rick's fantasies into her own
stories. They would feed each other's fire by pushing
the edge just a little more each time in order to find
something new. Fantasies about exposure led to Pet
adding the details of where and when. Stories about Pet
being put up as a bet at a poker game only had Pet
asking how many guys were involved. And when Rick teased
her with the fantasy of hosting a party where she
demonstrated adult toys, and being made to explain the
finer points of using a life like dildo, Pet looked him
in the eye and asked, "what color?" Now that was a
concept that neither had ever considered, since their
Christian upbringing had clearly labeled that as an
ultimate taboo. However, taboo or not, there was
something that broke new ground, and Pet didn't even
know why it slipped past her lips. The body rush they
both experienced drove them to quick simultaneous orgasm
that night, and the subject was dropped, but not
forgotten.

Pet liked the games and fantasies, and even dared to
think about trying to live out some of the milder
scenarios, but was afraid for her safety. One of the
most treasured things in her life at that time was her
best new friend, Kathryn, who she used as a confidant,
sounding board, and close female companion. Kat (as she
preferred to be called) was slightly younger than Pet
and had a similar shape and dark hair cut shoulder
length. They had met while working in different sectors
of the state correctional system, where Pet did some
research on psychology profiles for her stories, and Kat
worked at the administration office of the prison only a
few miles from their homes. One might say that Pet
investigated their minds, while Kat took care of the
inmates' physical needs. Having to gain access to files
caused them to spend quite a bit of time together,
causing the relationship to grow, and, as neighbors,
they became very good friends.

Kat was always encouraging Pet to try new things, and
would always read every line of Pet's writing, offering
her opinion and sharing new twists. There was something
slightly mysterious about Kat and her husband, John,
something like a hidden secret of sorts that Pet kept
pushing to discover. Nevertheless, Pet enjoyed Kat's
company, and together they would spend their days
shopping, planning social events, reading, cooking, and
even dressing each other as bare as they dared before
venturing out. It became one of their little games that
had no end to risk and reward from the stares they got
from strangers, and the fire in bed after words. One
thing that Kat did enjoy was reading Pet's stories, and
together they combined their womanly fantasies to create
the perfect subplots. All too often the two acted more
like teenagers, feeding off wild imaginations and
providing support that their devilish thoughts were
really okay.

Kat's schedule was cut back at the prison, but she was
allowed to stay on if she was willing to accept working
half shifts. Actually, this was perfect, because it gave
her more time to spend at home and with her friend. She
adjusted her schedule such that she came over on a daily
basis to spend the first few hours with Pet until she
had to report to work. Being the outdoor sun worshiper
that she was, Pet preferred working outside on their
private patio that surrounded the pool. Their house
curved around the pool in a U shape, thereby creating a
quiet and very private environment in which to work. In
fact, it was so private and relaxed that Pet and Kat
teased each other about being too modest, and one day
decided to go topless, which eventually turned into a
common practice. When Rick left for work each morning,
Pet would simply leave the side door unlocked so that
Kat could arrive at her leisure, and enter the house
without disturbing Pet's writing out back. On one
particular day, Pet decided to go one step further, and
when Kat arrived, she found her friend working away at
her laptop, sitting nude at the patio table.

"My, aren't we being a little risqu‚ today?" Kat spoke
as she carried her coffee to join her friend.

Pet just blushed slightly as she responded, "I...I guess
I was just feeling...well, you know..."

"Don't worry. I was wondering when you'd get around to
being totally comfortable," Kat broke in as she placed
her coffee on the table and proceeded to strip. In
seconds, both women were talking about how good it felt
to feel the breeze on their skin, and kicked themselves
for not having tried this sooner. Pet's body was rushing
as she couldn't seem to stop chattering about her
excitement and this feeling. That day, no writing got
done, but a lot of talking was accomplished, and another
door was opened in Pet's life.

As summer approached in earnest and the days wore on,
the woman spent all their days naked on the patio, each
cultivating some of Florida's best overall tans. The two
talked and even made a bet on when their husbands would
notice, each selecting a date and time of the actual
time when one of them would mention the lack of tan
lines. However, Kat insisted that they make the bet
worthwhile by wagering something wild, something that
would qualify as pushing their sexual envelopes.

Pet began, "Ok, I know. If I win, you have to invite
Rick and I over for a barbeque and hot tub, and you have
to convince us all to go nude by you stripping first,
then enticing us to join. I've always wanted to see what
John has between his legs, since you are always bragging
about getting stuffed." Pet laughed at her
inventiveness, and dared her friend to one up her.

Kat blushed at the thought and was getting hotter as she
strained to come up with one better. Then suddenly she
retorted, "You're on! If I win, then you and I are going
to spend one full day at either Paradise Lakes or Lake
Como, and you pay for both our memberships. Take your
choice."

"You mean the nudist resorts?" Pet exclaimed
unbelievably.

"Yup! That's the game. You're not chicken are you?"

"No, but...."

"Oh come on! It would be fun. And besides, I always
wanted to see what a lot of men have swinging between
their legs, not just Rick."

The two women took a deep breath, clinked their glasses
of iced tea and agreed on the bet. Both wondered what
they just did, but neither could contain their
excitement. Just in case, they both agreed that they
should do just a little net surfing to find out more
about the American Association for Nude Recreation.

It took a scant seven days for the white patches to fill
in, and it was John who confronted Kat with the question
of how she acquired the overall tan. He more than
approved, especially when she told him about lying about
with Pet in the altogether. Their evening turned out to
be most fulfilling, at least it was for Kat, who was on
the receiving end of three loads. After only three hours
of sleep, they were both bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Kat couldn't wait to tell Pet, and John couldn't stop
thinking about where she was going when she left the
house.

"I win!" Kat announced cheerfully as she bounced onto
her friend's patio having already shed her clothes
inside. "Last night at exactly 9pm the question was
popped, and after that, things just kept popping all
night." She was obviously proud of her accomplishment.

"No fair!" Pet shrieked in surprise, "Rick's been out of
town for three days, so I didn't stand a chance."

"Not my problem, honey. A bet's a bet, and you have to
pay up." There was a brief moment of silence when both
women contemplated what paying up really entailed. They
looked at each other, blushing with the prospect of what
was to come next.

Pet spoke first, "Paradise Lakes," she started. "You
wanted me to make a choice, so I choose Paradise Lakes
next Tuesday. I figure that in the middle of the week we
won't run into anyone we could know, so we'll make a day
of it." Her tone was defiant, not wanting to show a lack
of spunk.

"Tuesday it is. Our excuse will be a shopping trip to
Tampa," Kat responded. "Let's see, we have to make plans
on who's driving, what stuff to bring, what to w... Oh
my gosh! I almost said what to wear!" and the two
laughed, a good antidote to their nervousness. "By the
way, don't feel so bad about losing the bet."

"Why not? I did kind of fancy seeing John with his
defenses down, so to speak," Pet queried.

"That's just it. So does he, in reverse. When I told him
how I got my tan, I had to include you in the picture,
and you wouldn't believe what I read in his thought
bubble. Needless to say, that wasn't the only thing that
bubbled up last night, so I suspect that we may
eventually both turn out to be winners. What do you
think?" Kat said slyly.

"I think that I have a very devious friend with a very
dirty little imagination. I also think that she's my
best friend!" Pet said with affection. And so, once
again, the day was spent in preparation for their payoff
adventure, wondering about etiquette, and working on
deepening those all too wicked tans.

Pet's pussy was literally twitching by the time Rick
arrived home the next day. She couldn't understand why
her body was reacting the way it was, since she was the
creator of literary eroticism on a daily basis. The fact
is that her pussy had been dripping all day, and her
nipples were in a constant state of firmness, sticking
out like fresh new pencil erasers. Kat notice it too,
and even teased Pet about the wet spot on the chaise and
the pearls of moisture on her trimmed pussy hair. By
now, the pair was able to talk openly about most
anything, and k**ding of this kind was just part of the
daily interaction.

Rick noticed that Pet was more attentive than normal
when he arrived home. Not only did she have a special
meal made, but she had made preparations for a romantic
evening complete with music, martinis, and silk kimonos
for both of them. Pet allowed him to shower and slip
into the robe before handing him a drink and settling on
the couch nearby. She sat cross legged, and allowed her
robe to part seductively in the middle.

"So, what's the occasion?" Rick asked suspiciously. "I
mean, I have no complaints, but it seems you get sexier
every day."

"I'll take that as a compliment," said Pet. "I just got
excited thinking about you today, and decided that games
should be a more important part of our lives. Don't you
think?"

"I'll drink to that," cheered Rick, and they raised
their glasses to toast the rich partnership that
everyone else envied. After more idle chatter, and
pouring the second martini, they were getting loose from
the affect of the drink, and Rick playfully asked, "Well
now, since games are to be more a part of our lives,
what did my little playmate have in mind?"

Pet sat Indian style and looked toward the patio where
the oil lamp and soft lights cast a warm glow on their
private paradise. Rick turned to see what she was
watching as he heard her say, "Oh, I just thought you'd
enjoy dinner on the patio," and before he could respond,
she added, "in the nude."

A broad grin swept across Rick's face as he fumbled with
a napkin to mop up the martini that he just spilled in
excitement. A moment later he was following his vixen
through the sliding doors as she walked barefoot in
front of him. As she walked, she undid the sash on her
kimono, allowing it to open completely in front. Then,
after putting her drink on the table, she turned to face
her husband, and slid off her robe in one silky motion.
Rick took her lead and began shedding his rob as well,
all the while squinting at Pet's lithe form in the dusky
light.

"What's the matter?" Pet asked standing seductively with
her hips cocked.

"Nothing.....well, actually, you look....you look really
beautiful! I mean, I could swear you ....."

Cutting him off in mid-sentence, she held her hands
palms up to the side displaying herself saying, "You
like?"

Rick stared silently for several moments, almost unable
to speak. Then the wide grin came sweeping back as he
approached her and ran the back of his fingers gently
over the soft brown skin of her breast. "Tell me, how
many times can a man fall in lust with his own wife over
and over again?"

"Can't say," Pet responded as their eyes locked, "but I
intend for you to O.D. on the addiction, and I'm going
to be your supplier!"

Her words had the intended affect, and she fell into
Rick's arms as he lifted her off to the sliding doors
leading to the bedroom. He couldn't keep his hands off
her smooth body, feeling every inch of femininity,
exploring her exposure fold by fold and crevice by
crevice. Rick took command, and Pet melted at the
attention, responsive to his strength. She submitted to
every subtle motion and they danced horizontally,
entwining in their endless supply of passion. Rick
couldn't wait to taste every fold of Pet's body, as he
began his head to toe feast. Pet responded by giving
loving attention to his manhood, enveloping his cock
with her soft mouth, and coaxing his sperm from the
balls dangling in front of her face. Her lover gave
equally passionate attention to her pussy, starting with
her thighs, then working around until his tongue touched
the tip of her clit. Darting in and out, up one side and
down the other between the folds, he brought her up and
down that hill of satisfaction. Each time a little
further up, but never over. He was mirroring the effect
he was feeling as his balls ached in search of final
release.

Pet had lost control like an a****l, like a love slave
who wanted to know how she could give even more to her
master, and, in her abandon said, "what do you want? How
can I please my man?"

As Pet went back to sucking on Rick's rock hard cock,
she heard him respond, "Shave! I want to see a baby
smooth pussy tanned like the rest of you!" Rick didn't
plan to say it, he just reacted. Pet didn't plan to hear
it, and reacted in return. They both exploded at the
same time, Rick gushing down her throat with three day's
worth of cum, and Pet splashing his face showing her
excitement at the image. Their trips over the hill were
violent, and while Pet drank the hot spunk, she sucked
for more, completely draining his balls of their last
drop. Rick reveled in washing his face between Pet's
legs, tasting her free flowing juice, and lapping up
every ounce of fluid that she produced.

They lay in the afterglow, totally wrapped up in their
sex, and marveling at the never-ending source of passion
that they felt for each other.

"Promise me that you'll never stop inventing new games,"
Rick said as he drifted off.

The next morning, the razor had its workout before Rick
awoke, and Pet prepared to face the day... this time,
totally and completely nude.

(chapter 2)

You would think it was a scene out of the movie Thelma
and Louise the way the two were racing down the road,
jabbering up a storm. Night was closing in as Pet and
Kat made their way home from Paradise Lakes, but their
excitement kept them wide awake, comparing notes in a
constant stream of talking and laughter. They couldn't
believe that they actually had done it, but now it was
over, and the thrill was more than expected. Hesitation
and several moments of almost turning back filled their
morning. However, the rest of the day was entirely
different as the women couldn't contain their enthusiasm
of finding a whole new world of recreation and
discovery.

The reason that Kat brought it up in the first place was
that John had been suggesting for years that they visit
one of the many nudist resorts in the area, but she had
always resisted. After years of badgering, Kat had taken
to giving the excuse that if she ever did such a thing,
she would only do it in the company of a close female
friend. After the other night when she told her husband
the story of how she got her all over tan, she included
details of the bet she made with Pet. John was all over
that idea like a duck on a June Bug, and congratulated
her for her ingenuity. Of course, he only wished that he
could go along, but he figured that it was a step in the
right direction, and, if she felt comfortable with a
friend, then she just might like it. And, if she liked
it, then the next trip would be as a couple, and the end
justified the means.

As it turned out, the women were not only comfortable,
but they were thrilled. They didn't know they could feel
that secure, that open, and that free being nude in
front of strangers, but, as first timers, they were paid
extra attention by the staff. Shortly after arriving at
the gate and explaining that it was their first visit,
they were directed to the main office where they were
met by a lovely lady about their own age, sans clothing.
She was so bright and cheerful that their inhibitions
melted when she suggested they get comfortable by
disrobing before she gave them a guided tour. Their
hostess was thoughtful enough to fill them in on basic
etiquette such as always sit on your own towel, and just
don't do anything that you wouldn't want done in return.
It was that simple.

The formula seemed to work without a flaw, and they
toured the property, seeing the facilities, and learning
about nude recreation. They saw families and singles,
lakes and pools, condos and campers, bars and
restaurants, and even the various shops available. Now
this was not what everyone thinks of as a nudist colony.
They didn't see any colonists, they saw resort guests.
Everyone was doing what normal resort guests did, the
only difference being that everyone was naked. After
completing the tour and being left on their own, Kat and
Pet chose to take advantage of a paddleboat to take a
trip around the lake. The feeling of leaving their
belongings and clothes locked in their car while they
paddled hundreds of yards away nude and helpless was
shocking and incredible. On the other hand, it was
totally thrilling.

After passing others on the lake and waving their
greetings, they returned to shore and took up residence
by the crystal perfect pool. By now the heat of the day
and exposure to the sun prompted the need for a drink,
which they obtained from the adjacent bar. Everyone was
so friendly and courteous that they wondered why they
held such inhibitions for all their years. Shortly after
noon, they wandered over to the snack bar where they
bought sandwiches and cups of wine before settling at a
nearby table. Their quest for seeing naked men was
fulfilled, but the hype wasn't there. That is, until
their table was almost knock over by a man carrying
musical equipment to be set up for evening's
entertainment. The club had hired a band to play during
their "Caribbean Nights" week, and they procured the
services of a steel drum band.

The man apologized profusely, brought his load to its
intended location, and then returned insisting on
replacing the drinks that he had spilled. The women
graciously accepted, and sat back collectively drawing
in their breadth while the man pulled up a stool from
the nearby bar, fetched drinks for the three of them,
and introduced himself. He was young, sat on the stool
with left foot on the ground and right on a rail of the
stool. His skin was glistening in the bright sun, and
was black as the ace of spades. His posture didn't go
unnoticed, since it caused his thick oversized dick to
droop enticingly flanked by two smooth black balls. If
one could read the women's thought bubbles, well....
they wouldn't have been thinking about suntan lotion.
The man seemed nice enough, and they became quite
comfortable having the conversation.
An interesting tidbit was that Pet, in her excitement to
please Rick, hadn't made the connection between shaving
her pussy and spending the day at the nudist resort. By
the time it dawned on her that she was truly naked from
the neck down, she was already walking around the
property with their hostess. Fortunately, she discovered
that many other women also shaved (or at least were
closely cropped), and her appearance was more of a
personal grooming choice than anything else. Even though
Pet knew she was accepted this way, she couldn't shake
the feeling of being more exposed than Kat. As she sat
talking with their new friend, Pet felt herself being
not only verbally interrogated about who she was, but
she also began to feel the same thing visually. Trying
desperately to hide her glances at the piece of man meat
in front of her at eye level, she occasionally caught
the man stealing a glance at her breasts and pussy. Now,
this is a totally normal thing at a place like this, but
it gave Pet a sense of attractiveness in a new and
strange way. Several times she dared to spread her legs
slightly as she sat awkwardly in the chair, and noticed
that it solicited a quick glance from the man. Then,
boldly, she turned her chair to face the man, feigning
an interest in the conversation, and folded one leg
underneath her at the same time. The effect was to open
her crotch and pussy lips, totally exposing herself to
the stranger with a clear view. Like a moth to the
flame, the man's eyes locked on target as she had
planned. She felt wild with attention, fraught with a
sense of naughtiness, but, at the same time, like a
cock-tease in total control. Pet could swear she noticed
the man's dick twitch, but she dare not confirm it with
a long stare.

Kat noticed the game that Pet was playing, and giggled
while making some totally innocuous remark. It really
didn't matter, for the conversation continued along the
same lines without really being heard. Pet snapped out
of her revere when she heard Kat saying, "Ok. Are we all
on the same side?" Kat had just agreed to a game of the
nudist national sport - volleyball. Only, this game was
to have a twist, and be played in the lake. The resort
had surrounded a portion of the lake with a floating
dock, and installed an alligator fence around the
perimeter to keep out the unfriendly critters. The area
was double-checked to make sure, and about 15 to twenty
people took to the water. The women had oiled up, and
joined in the play. The lake bottom provided varying
water depth, so they stood anywhere from just below
their breasts to just below their pussies in water. It
didn't really matter, for they were having such a
delightful time with the non-serious competition that
they hardly noticed each other. Occasional glances added
to the spice when wet bodies bounced and jiggled, and
breasts as well as cocks flopped about in efforts to get
the ball. The two felt totally decadent and totally
young at the same time, an odd mix that defies
description.

The entire day had been filled with similar experiences,
even the occasion to purchase a few items from the
lingerie shop on premises. The store was owned by a
couple of women who specialized in coverings that
enhanced the wearer's exposure. Now go figure! At any
rate, by the time they approached home, they were making
plans on returning with or without their husbands. They
were also planning on making their whole bet a win-win
situation by arranging that barbecue and hot tub get
together for the next weekend.

By the time the weekend rolled around, everyone knew
what to expect except Rick. He was busy being happy with
Pet's new look, and seemed to be in a perpetual state of
arousal. Things were going so well, in fact, that Pet
decided that she was having fun stringing Rick along
with her sexual games, and she had a well planned agenda
when she would feed him more information to keep the
spice alive and to manage their sexual growth. She liked
that idea, and felt that it was the female
responsibility to control that area of the marriage, and
so far she had been quite successful. Her writing was
selling briskly, and her personal adventures were met
with wholehearted acceptance and encouragement. Now for
the next step.

When Pet and Rick arrived, they found Kat and John
busily working on preparing the meal. Kat and Pet stayed
in the kitchen, while Rick and John spent their time
preparing the fire. Margaritas were the chosen drink of
the day, and they were blended by the gallon. After two
drinks apiece, the couples started feeling the effects,
which were enhanced by the unusual heat of the day. Even
though evening was taking over, the warmth prompted Kat
to make the suggestion.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I could do with
a little less modesty and change into something more
comfortable. How about it, Pet?"

Pet responded that they didn't bring any other clothing,
to which Kat said that she had an extra bikini that Pet
could borrow, and that Rick and John would probably be
fine in just their shorts. So as the women raced into
the bedroom to change, the men removed their shirts and
sandals, and waited on the edge of the pool. When the
girls returned, they each had on a string bikini, thong
style. They paraded along the pool, making sure the guys
got a good look at their tanned buns, and slipped down
the stairs of the pool into the water.

"Well, which one of you gentlemen will fetch us some
more to drink?" Pet asked. Neither of the men wanted to
get up because of their obvious boners, but John finally
volunteered.

"Not as big," Pet said to Kat.

"Definitely not. Color and texture are different too,"
Kat replied smirking.

"Well, you'll just have to prove it to me."

"That was the idea, after a little preparation."

"What are you two talking about?" asked Rick. "You'd
think you were in a world of your own."

"Of course we are, but we plan on sharing," said Pet,
and with that, the two women, each taking one of Rick's
arms, pulled him forward into the pool. John approached
with the drinks, placed them on the pool's edge, and
said, "Oh, what the hell. I might as well join the
party." It wasn't quite a cannon ball, but he did make
quite a splash.

The two couples cavorted about the pool, dipping and
diving under water, and taking the opportunity to cop a
feel of their counterpart's wet body. The play was all
innocent enough, but it afforded plenty of opportunity
for hands to slip, and for the occasional grab to be
intentionally misplaced. The games were fueled by
continuous drinking, which made the blood carry the
calming effects of the alcohol more rapidly through the
system. Sure enough, the guys got the idea of throwing
the wives into the air like they would with a c***d,
only this time it had an unexpected result. As she
landed in a backward dive, Pet was the first to have her
bikini top float to the surface. Intentionally not being
fast enough to retrieve the top, John grabbed the top
and flung it all the way to the house.

"Not fair!" cried Rick, who immediately started untying
Kat's top. "If my wife goes topless, then so does
yours," he continued as he removed her top without
resistance, and flung out of the pool.

The wives smiled and teased Rick and John with their
half nakedness saying, "that's just like men, always
doing half a job!" The race was on as the women sprinted
away from their husbands, full knowing what should come
next. The challenged men looked at each other, and with
courage from the drinks, took off after the wives. They
decided to team up, and cornered Kat first. Seconds
later, her bikini bottom joined her top near the house,
and she was left swimming nude. Triumphantly, the men
pursued the next target, and chased Pet until she caught
them. Struggling only enough to make sure John was the
one to hold her from behind, grabbing the only two
handles on her front, she almost helped Rick in his
efforts to strip her of her bottoms. Now the two ladies
were naked, and ready for their turn.

Without so much as a stop to catch their breadth, Pet
shouted, "turn about is fair play," and the female team
set upon Rick. Impaired by the drinks, his attempt to
escape only aided the girl's efforts to strip his shorts
and fling them from the pool. Turning like a pack of
huntresses, they went after John next, who had no desire
to be the only one with clothes, and by the time they
reached him, he tossed his own shorts out of the water.

The two couples now swam naked in the refreshing water,
cuddling and cavorting in their newfound freedom. The
men's eyes strained to see the forbidden territory of
their friend's wife, and the wives made no effort to
hide their interest in their neighbor's manhood. The two
women even joked about showing off their husband's
equipment to each other, then traded teases by showing
off themselves. The feeling was truly good, and the only
question out of every one's mouth was to ask why they
hadn't done this before. The wives had preplanned it
all, but they were far from done. The drinks had done
their magic in relaxing the mind and easing the tension,
so the plan was working. There was one more promise that
the wives had made to each other, and was yet to be
fulfilled.

"C'mon, Rick, you can help with the drinks," said Kat as
she seductively climbed the stairs from the pool holding
Rick's hand. He followed obediently, and the two naked
figures strolled to the bar leaving the other two in the
water. Kat took every opportunity to brush against
Rick's cock, and it grew to half-mast in appreciation of
the attention. Pet and Kat had intentionally left the
ice bucket mostly empty, which played nicely into their
plans.

"Oh, shoot! We're out of ice," said Kat loud enough for
all to hear.

Pet, who was sitting next to John on the pool stairs,
took the cue as she spoke without removing her hand from
John's thigh under water, "Rick, honey, do us a favor.
Race home and grab our ice tray from the
fridge.....please." Her tone was innocent, pleading, and
said with an irresistible pout. "And while you're there,
grab some dry clothes for us. Okay?" How could he
resist? In a daze of excitement, he slithered into his
wet shorts and promised to be back in a flash.

Rick no sooner closed the door before Kat had eased
herself back into the water on the opposite side of her
husband, and set the refreshed, very strong drinks along
side the trio. The devilish look in the women's eyes
told John that something was up, and that fact was
confirmed when Pet eased her hand over his cock. What
was a moment ago semi-rigid now sprang to life with
pulses of blood coursing through the bulging veins. John
couldn't believe that his neighbor was caressing his
shaft in full view of Kat, but nothing was said as the
two women began their work. Pet let go for a moment and
stood straight up next to John. With her tanned bare
pussy only inches from his eyes, she spread out a towel
on the pool's edge, and invited him to join her sitting
on the side. As he did, Kat followed by swinging his
legs out of the water, and, with Pet's help, had her
husband on his back with stiff cock pointing to the sky.
John's look of questioning was answered with Kat's kiss,
then smothering his face with a taste of tit. As he
eagerly sucked in the tiny nipple, he felt a pair of
lips engulfing his penis. Warm and moist, Pet's mouth
descended on John's meat, and the sensation of having
his member sucked by his neighbor's wife while his own
wife helped was mind boggling.

"Just relax and enjoy," he heard Kat's soft voice say.
His moan and closed eyes were her only answer as he
drifted off to his fantasy world. Kat watched as Pet's
head bobbed up and down slowly on the new white meat,
laving it with saliva, and bringing it to a hardness
that he hadn't known for a long time. It wasn't the
sensation as much as it was the newness. Some one
unknown, some one once forbidden from longing stares was
now sucking his cock, and in full view and approval of
the one who would forbid it. He mouthed Kat's tit
lovingly, and sucked in her pre-milk like never before.
She could tell that he was totally under their control,
and that she was giving him the gift of pure love and
pure trust.

Only moments passed when Pet's head seemed to rotate and
Kat's tit was removed. In it's place, Pet slowly lowered
her hairless slit to meet his lips, and her juices
flowed in anticipation of being eaten. Another loud moan
and both Pet and John were excitedly feeding on each
other's genitals in a passionate sixty-nine. Kat leaned
back, stroking all she could of both bodies, feeling
both tits and balls as she watched the decadent show.
She knew that in moments her best friend would be
tasting her husband's seed, as it was pumped fresh from
his balls to her awaiting mouth. There was fire in Pet's
body as she pressed her pussy lips to John's tongue. She
desperately wanted to be eaten by a strange man, and her
wish was coming true. Her body writhed in pleasure, and
she worked her creamy smooth thighs around John's ears,
crushing her clitoris against his teeth, gums or
anything he wished to use on her.

It was a sight made in heaven as the menage a trois
continued. The first time always seems the best, or at
least the most uncontrollable. Within moments, Pet began
to whimper with excitement. Louder and louder, faster
and faster until both she and her lover exploded
simultaneously. Electric shocks pierced her body causing
it to stiffen and shake in orgasm at the very moment
that she felt the first burst of hot semen hit her
throat. John's balls pumped like they never had before,
and it seemed that he wanted his seed to shoot clear to
her womb by way of her mouth. Pet was unique in her own
way, for as John pumped his hot seed in her mouth, she
let go with a gush of cum all her own. Some women are
known to squirt, and Pet is one of them. Her feminine
juices flooded John's mouth, pouring over his surprised
tongue and filling his mouth. The taste was incredible,
and John's shock was only surpassed by his thoughts not
to waste a drop. Both partners sucked on the other's
genitals for all they were worth, and were rewarded by
flowing love juices meant solely for their moment of
lust. Pet's head swam in realization that she had just
blown her best friend's husband, and John reveled in the
wickedness of performing in front of his approving wife.

Kat was beside herself with excitement as she watched
the two slowly descend their mountain of passion,
followed by Pet rolling slowly to her side. John's face
was inches from Pet's well eaten c***d snatch, and Pet's
hand was still firmly grasping the base of John's cock,
not allowing it to soften after it had spewed. The only
answer to the scene was Kat's warm lips as she leaned to
first kiss her husband, then to kiss her best friend.
Her smiles said it all, that she was happy watching, and
that she felt the warm glow of their deepened trust in
each other. The three remained silent for a moment,
hugging and stroking, then finally sat up to wet their
parched mouths. Slowly, Pet and John slid into the pool
to join Kat who had been dangling on the edge all this
time. They returned to the stairs and sat in silence,
taking deep gulps of the strong liquor in their hands.

"Well, that didn't take too long did it?" Rick said
cheerfully as he burst through the sliding door. The
three in the pool grinned widely, as Pet and John got
nakedly out of the water and walked over to the bar.

"Not long at all, dear," Pet said in an unusually
cheerful tone. "Let's get these drinks chilled, and
let's get you back out of those clothes."

Rick didn't need a second invitation, and Kat stared as
Rick's semi-hard on sprang from his shorts. He caught
Kat staring and said, "Sorry. I guess my mind was
on...well, you know."

"I wouldn't expect anything less," responded Kat. "In
fact, I expect something more."

"What?"

"Damn!" Pet interrupted before more could be said. "Now
we're out of olives. I know you're out, Kat, but I know
we have more at home. John, would you give Rick a break
by being a love and going to our house for more?" She
winked at John as she spoke, and whispered instructions
in his ear. The message was loud and clear, and, having
just had the first shot, he eagerly agreed saying that
he might have trouble finding them, but wouldn't come
back without them. This time the strong drink was made
especially for Rick, and as John departed, the Pet and
Rick returned to the pool for fun and games.

Moments later, the scene of sexual re-awakening was
being repeated with Kat going down on Rick as Pet
stroked her husband and her best friend. Rick was beside
himself when Kat lowered her equally bare pussy onto his
eager tongue, and fit in the exact mold that was created
minutes before by the opposite couple. Not only were
they swapping wives, but it was the wives doing the
swapping and combining at the same time. Leave it to the
women to arrange the perfect social event. Pet watched,
dangling in the water and hanging onto the pool's edge
as Kat had done. She thrilled in a different excitement
as her mind, instead of her body, was filled with sights
and sounds of passion. Her near scream signaled a second
orgasm while she fingered herself at the scene, and the
rush was exceeded only by the two bodies before her
writhing in uncontrolled release. Pet could see Rick's
cock swell, then pulse as he pumped Kat's mouth with his
hot sperm, and she could see the juices smeared over his
face as Kat jerked her hairless opening over his nose.

They had all succeeded in their personal quests. Pet and
Kat had verbalized theirs, and had fulfilled their plans
in the most exquisite fashion. It couldn't have been
better if they had choreographed and rehearsed the scene
before the actual performance. For John and Rick, it was
a dream come true, a fantasy that defied their wildest
dreams. Well, almost their wildest, for this was only
fuel for a growing fire. Little did the men know how
wild their dreams could get, and little did they know
how fearful it would be for them to become reality.
There was much more to come, and this was only the tip
of the iceberg. For the time being, they were dealing
with the reality that they had just been seduced by
their friend's wife, and, with full consent and
encouragement of the own wife. What could be better?

"Any one for desert?" John said cheerfully as he emerged
from the house naked, carrying an ice cream cake. "I
couldn't find the olives, but I did find this. How about
an after dinner drink?"

"We haven't even eaten yet," blurted Rick.

"Well, the look on Kat's face tells me that you have, my
friend. I believe we all have." They all laughed, and
settled around the patio table to enjoy desert. No one
bothered to dress.