"Jan… Oh Jaaaaan! Yoo hoo!"
It was her mother! Jan gasped. She had better get herself together in a hurry!
She glanced into the hall mirror as she passed it on the way to the door. Her cheeks looked unnaturally warm and pink, but after all that was nothing and would subside in a moment. For the rest of it, there was probably no trace.
Which wasn't to say that she didn't produce enough sexually excited scent for a smart dog like Rex to pick up. She glanced back at him with a sly, conspiratorial smile. Clever fellow. She would have to get back to him later, if her old guilt feelings didn't come back. Her hot young vagina was veritably burning up.
"Coming, mom," she called, trying to fix her hair back in its sleek blonde pony tail. About half of it had come undone during what she had been doing so obscenely with Rex. She didn't want to look like an utter wreck when she opened the door. Things would be difficult enough over the next few weeks, trying to sneak a few precious moments with her neighbor's darling pet and having to look after her folks at the same time.
"Jan!"
She opened the door and there was her mother. A little more gray in her hair, but fundamentally the same attractive, changeless woman. Her father, Arnold Talbott, stood back and slightly to one side as Sarah Talbott enfolded daughter Jan in her loving arms and gave her a hot, wet kiss on the side of her neck. "Hello, dear," they seemed to say with unison.
After the clench with her mother, her father stepped forward and they embraced. Jan was so hot from the incident with Rex that she almost forgot herself and embraced him a little too snugly. Her hot young pussy was fairly screaming with love and need. Her face was so flushed with sex heat that she was certain he must have noticed it.
"Oh, it's nice to see you, Dad," she said, trying to conceal her hyper-heated sensuality by kissing him lightly on the cheek.
But Arnold Talbott caught the hint of something unusual on the heat of her breath. Yet he knew that Steve was at work. What was up?
"It's nice to see you, dear."
Jan stared at her distinguished father for one long moment in time. Arnold Talbott still had a full head of brilliant white hair and, at forty-five, was still a very attractive man. What was more, he knew it. He was tall for a man his age, about six feet, and he carried his lean, well-kept body with an air of elegant grace.
"Well," said Sarah Talbott, at last breaking the heavy, pregnant silence. "Shall we bring our bags in?"
"I'll help you," Jan said cheerfully. She was genuinely pleased to see her parents, and the hot desire in her belly was quickly subsiding. Even now she felt as if she was regaining some of her sanity. For one brief moment she considered that she might even find the interlude with Rex just that and only that – an interlude. Maybe all this heated sensuality would pass and she would ignore the handsome dog in the future. Maybe she should blame her depravity on the whiskey she'd been drinking in quiet shots all morning. Certainly it was not like her at all to behave so obscenely. Now that she was getting her head back together, her ability to resist depravity was sure to strengthen.
So she helped her parents bring their things in. Her mother chattered on and on, though, about all the traveling they had been doing for the last few weeks – her father had taken a month's vacation from the plant he owned that made ball bearings and sheet metal. They had visited her brother in Alaska, and also contemplated a Caribbean cruise. In any case, now they were with her and they could relax and rest up before deciding what to do next.
After getting their bags into the guest room and doing a minimum of unpacking, Sarah Talbott brushed her hands over her voluminously formed breasts, down her hips, and generally shifted to straighten out the snug, voluptuously formed suit she was wearing. Then she went into the kitchen and sat down at the table as her daughter poured coffee. Her eyes studied the curvaceous young blonde and for the thousandth time she marveled at the adorable sexy way that her beautiful young daughter was put together. Since she and Arnold had become secret swingers nine months ago – after twenty years of marriage – she had developed a more heightened appreciation of such things. She had always known that her lovely blonde daughter was sexy and attractive, but now she appreciated as well how vitally important this was in life.
Which wasn't to say she hadn't always appreciated her own attractiveness. Indeed, she had wallowed delightfully in the knowledge of it. But previous to her and Arnold 'cutting out' with the marriage and departure of their last child, she had always regarded her voluptuous proportions as something that was used only to tease anyone else besides one's husband. Though there had been temptations, until their recent departure into the world of 'swinging', Sarah Talbott had been devotedly faithful to Arnold for a steadfast twenty-four years. And she had brought her children up to have similar highly structured view on the behavior of a woman within the marriage bond.
But now, as she watched her luscious, sleek golden-haired Jan moving about in the large and elegantly furnished kitchen, she wondered if she had been entirely right in the way she had brought her daughter up. Because swinging had taught her how pleasurable – and perfectly decent – swinging could be. There was scarcely anything that could fire her more now than to witness Arnold having his heavily hardened cock sucked on by some other woman, or to see him standing over her snapping pictures while she had her legs spread wide and some new man fucked heatedly into her eagerly absorbing pussy. She could only wonder that it had taken them so long in their married life to discover such delight.
Which wasn't to say, of course, that she had taken any unfeminine advances in the direction of doing it with other couples. Originally the idea had been entirely Arnold's and she had even been a little reluctant about it.
For some time after Jan was married and went off to live in Barrington Hills, Arnold had begun showing up with obscene pictures which he allowed to lay around casually here and there about their swank five bedroom Georgian house on the North Shore in Kenilworth. Incredible stuff, really, it seemed at first, with couples swapping, and lengthy daisy chain orgies where one simply could not tell what was going on, or who was doing what to whom. Women sucking on men's cocks, and having their vagina's reamed with hardened poles of male flesh, while other men sucked on their titties, and so on. Women getting their cunts licked, too, and so on. Sometimes the daisy chains seemed to be occupying twenty people at a time. There were blondes, redheads, brunettes, brownettes, of every size and shape. Some tall and slender with hard pomegranate tits. Others short and buxom and rosy so that men at the very sight of them would want to eat them up. And everyone cavorting and having an incredible obscene time in a fashion that set her heart to lurch violently.
She had tried complaining to him at first, but he had standard retorts: "Don't be silly, Sarah, there's nothing illegal about keeping that stuff around in your own house." And: "Maybe you ought to consider doing a little swapping yourself, ourselves. At your age there's no chance of getting pregnant, and we haven't got so long to go in this world that we can afford to pass up any side amusements. You can't tell, it might be fun, doll. Why don't you trust me and find out?"
She had steadfastly refused his obscene suggestions, however. Right up to the point where she felt that she was losing him. He would go out and stay out all hours after awhile, and not make any excuse. In the morning she would find his shorts covered with lipstick. Finally she couldn't take any more of his silent, withdrawn treatment. She consented tearfully to do whatever he wanted, if it would make him happy and he would stop being silent with her.
In short, she did it initially – started swapping – solely to please him.
But what a change there had been after their fist few sessions! Even the first one, as brief and unsatisfactory as it inherently was, had opened up an amazing world of fresh thrills and sensations that she had never even dreamed existed.
Being totally naked and getting fucked by a strange man with her husband watching turned out to be the most fearfully, heart-palpitating excitement any woman could possibly imagine! Before long she had become an even more devoted swinger than Arnold. Her entire personality changed and opened up like a flower that had been grown in the shadows for too long. Her eyes seemed to open miraculously. As thrill after thrill pounded and drummed through her tall, voluptuous body, she found herself screaming out and crying obscenities that she had never dreamed of uttering in twenty-four years of married life. Her cunt fairly throbbed with excitement; her orgasms were mind-blowing and explosive, ripping her apart from one nerve ending and through all the others. Before long she wanted nothing but sex, sex, sex of every possible and conceivable type. She couldn't seem to help herself. Her cunt pulsated continuously now as it considered the approach of the next tongue or the next cock plunging wildly within her burning cuntal crevice. She seemed to be in a constant state of excitement and anticipation for the next mind-blowing sexual scene of swapping with other couples. She had even learned to love watching Arnold licking another woman's pussy, or fucking some gorgeous young blonde from behind in the rectum or cunt. Nothing now seemed any longer obscene or repellent. They had both become supremely sexual creatures, living only for their wild hedonistic thrills. She wondered only how she had managed to survive so many decades existing in any other state. All the years that had been wasted! But now she was going to make up for them, that was for sure!
Indeed, it was even noticeable that very soon their roles had become almost reversed – so that now it was she who was the supreme hedonist who couldn't seem to get enough of sexual swapping, while occasionally it was Arnold who complained that he was a trifle bored with the whole thing and would like to stay home more!
So it was that she considered all this as she watched her lovely, fulsomely developed young blonde daughter putter around her kitchen, her shining yellow pony tail swinging in the breeze. Jan had never had her hair cut, so that now the point of her pony tail seemed to be pointed right down into the crevice of her succulently shaped young buttock cheeks. The fulsome thrust of her impudently firm young bosom reminded Sarah somewhat of the gorgeous nineteen year old brunette they had swapped with the previous week in Anchorage during a brief trip away from Jan's brother's home. That had been a sensational session! The brunette's handsome young boy-friend had turned out to be a six-foot-five lumberjack hairy as a grizzly. His massive cock and balls had really set Sarah's loins spinning wildly, so that she had sucked him off slavishly and practically tried to almost completely swallow his delicious young balls. Arnold and the brunette had had to pull her off of him. What a gorgeous animal that young man had been! Indeed, it had been almost like being fucked by a grizzly bear when his massive rod sluiced into her cunt from the back, with that big boy riding her as if she were an animal bitch! Her orgasms had been truly shattering and mind-exploding! She had been totally mystified to find she could not get her head back together for fifteen minutes afterward, and even then she had come out of it gibbering like a mindless idiot from her fantastic climax.
If both men hadn't taken to gently sucking on her tits, she might not have gotten her head back at all, in fact. She had really been out of it.
Jan poured coffee for the both of them. Arnold was still getting organized in the guest room. Sarah continued to study her statuesquely-put-together young blonde daughter.
And she found herself wondering mildly if Jan had ever had any obscene thoughts.
But of course not. Until she herself had been introduced to swinging, she had brought her lovely voluptuous daughter up so carefully that she could never be really interested in sex in a 'dirty' way.
If only she had realized years back that she was probably doing more harm than good!
But now it was probably too late. Her lovely daughter was probably too prudish by far. She wondered how Steve managed. God forbid she should ever find out the path her distinguished, social-register parents had taken! If the Wilmette Woman's Club ever found out! And Jan could never possibly comprehend it!
She smiled softly to herself and sipped her coffee delicately. Her mind fluttered back to Steve, her handsome young son-in-law. Now, there was a charming boy. He had the most beautiful succulent lips, like those of a Greek God, coupled with a Roman nose, jet black wavy hair, deep, sexy blue eyes slightly lidded like Robert Mitchum's. His shoulders were impossibly square and broad, and the rest of him she remembered as trimly muscled, from his washboard tummy to his long, muscular swimmer's legs. Shoulders like his belonged to a boxer, but his trimness was that muscular slenderness of a gymnast. She wondered if he was still so magnificently proportioned, like a young God.
"Sugar, Mother?"
"Two, please, dear. You know how I like it."
Sarah Talbott lit her king-size cigarette and placed it delicately in the ivory cigarette holder she had bought in San Francisco. She stirred her coffee and wondered mildly if she would be able to get the handsome young son-in-law in bed with her. Just the memory of him set her heart to racing. But wouldn't he be shocked if he knew, the innocent lad! They would have to work on him cautiously. No use upsetting Jan by clumsy planning!
Then of course there was the fact that in this particular instance Arnold would not have anybody to swap with. He could scarcely swap with his own daughter!
Or could he?
No – no, that was just a bit much. She was a swinger, Sarah Talbott, but she was fundamentally a decent person. She knew that society had invented the taboos against incest with good reason, although she couldn't think offhand of just what they were.
Arnold would just have to be satisfied with her having a go at the handsome Steve. After all, she didn't kick up a fuss when she caught him working over their gorgeous redheaded daughter-in-law in Fairbanks, did she? No, she had merely closed the door again and let them continue without interruption.
So he owed her one.
Suddenly her eyes darted. A German shepherd lay curled up in the corner next to the refrigerator. Then it occurred to her – she had noticed the animal immediately upon entering, but she had been so absorbed in seeing Jan again that she had completely forgotten it.
What a handsome animal it was, too. What sleek, shining fur. Certainly very healthy looking.
Then her eyes widened. She was alarmed to see the animal suddenly begin stroking the slightly protruding pink tip of its penis with its very own tongue! How disgusting!
Sarah glanced hurriedly at Jan. Had she noticed? Apparently not. Well, she wasn't going, to say anything herself.
She looked back at the dog. Now it was licking its rapidly exposing penis repeatedly and with increasing heat. Sarah blanched. That devil! She studied its long, muscular mature body. Its haunches were magnificently proportioned, if she knew anything about dogs. I'll bet he drives all the bitches in the neighborhood wild, she thought with a secretive smile. Handsome devil.
Then she noticed that Jan had joined her gaze. She was quite surprised to see her daughter look sheepishly away, down at her coffee. The pretty blonde housewife's cheeks turned a bright crimson, but she said nothing at all.
How odd. Sarah decided that it was up to herself to break the ice in this curious situation.
"Well, that's a dog that certainly knows how to misbehave, isn't it?"
Jan's pretty blush seemed to deepen. "He's not an it," she said a little too hotly, feeling as if her loins were clutching a handful of squirming snakes. "He's a he…"
"Obviously," said Sarah, still watching the thoroughly engrossed dog, who paused occasionally in his self-ministration to cast a hot, amazingly human glance in her direction. She was quite taken aback with the force in that glance – or was she imagining overmuch?
"He's just a pet from next door. I promised Marge Levitt I'd look after him while they were on vacation," Jan said lamely, her cheeks flushed with embarrassed blood.
Sarah smiled and picked up her coffee cup. She averted her eyes from the misbehaving dog. "Certainly, dear. It's just that this isn't what one expects to find in one's kitchen."
Jan looked with sparkling eyes at Rex, hoping desperately that her tremulous voice did not give her away. "I suppose I could let him outside."
Sarah said nothing. She felt a vague curiosity about something she could not precisely define. Her daughter's air was altogether too urgent and tense. This was not like Jan at all.
She looked back at the handsome German shepherd. Watching the sleek, muscular animal play with its own genitals, she could not repress a tremor of excitement up between her own thighs as she abruptly found herself trying to imagine what a lengthy tongue like that might feel like worming up along her own vaginal crevice and then flicking wetly at her hot little puckered anus! The older woman found her nostrils flaring. She had become altogether too aroused sexually over the last few months not to feel something watching that magnificent animal. She looked over at Jan who had stood up and was taking tentative steps toward the handsome animal. Had she overplayed her puritan hand?
Yes, her performance had been altogether too convincing. "Come on, Rex," Jan said lightly, tugging at the German shepherd's collar, "it's outside for you."
Rex made a tiny whining noise, casting what Sarah saw as a breathtakingly flirtatious glance in her direction. Then she lifted a hand to her throat in hot, sensual astonishment. Surely this she must be imagining!
But no – the dog continued to glance back at her as his new blonde mistress led him out the kitchen door and onto the patio, its long, thick red tongue wet and glistening, lolling out lavishly as it plodded out. Sarah felt something clutch at her throat. What abnormal eyes this handsome dog had! Indeed, they were the eyes of a sexy, noble prince encased in an animal's body, smoldering with unconcealed desire.
Despite her most respectable convictions, Sarah felt her vagina begin to moisten and tremble. Her nostrils flared and a slight, thin line of perspiration broke out on her upper lip.
And suddenly she was ashamed, unconsciously ashamed. While it was true that she had been living a deliciously wanton life for the last eight months, she certainly was no pervert. No lesbianism or any other horrid stuff for her, like black leather or anything like that. Sexually she indulged only in what one might expect from any good Republican and member of the North Shore Women's League.
And now – to flare hotly over a dog! Shame flooded from deep in her very being.
But maybe it was just that she and Arnold hadn't made love in over three days, during their cross country train trip. She was hot as a firecracker consequently, and the littlest thing could turn her on. That was it, she felt sure.
She would have to rectify the situation soon, she decided, or she would go out of her mind.
And there was, after all, no time like the present.