The two leggy ladies sat on the patio, beside the swimming pool, sipping tall, cool drinks. A breeze stirred the surface of the water and moved a single cloud across the sky. Veronica's red hair caught glints of sunlight so that it seemed to smolder and her eyes were smoldering, too, as she read Hank Suchard's letter.
Linda sat back, smiling slightly as she watched her friend re-reading the part about the donkey show.
Veronica looked up, frowning slightly.
"How amazing," she said.
"I thought so, too. I would have expected to be disgusted by a thing like that – but I wasn't."
"What did you feel, Linda?" Veronica asked.
Linda blushed slightly.
"It made me kind of horny, to tell you the truth."
Veronica laughed, tossing her head so that her hair cascaded over her high cheekbones in tongues of fire.
"It is exciting," the redhead agreed. "But it must have made Hank and Billy horny, too – I wonder if those bastards are going to whore-houses or picking up women in bars?"
Linda shrugged. "Apparently they didn't screw the donkey girl, anyhow," she said. "What man could follow that act?"
"Have you ever thought about doing it with an animal?" Veronica asked, suddenly and directly.
"Gee – no. Not until I read Hank's letter, anyhow. I got to thinking about it then."
"I imagine it sometimes," said Veronica.
"Do you?" Linda said, interested.
"Ummmm. When I'm – you know? When I'm playing with myself. I get all sorts of fantasies then – including animals."
Unlike their Texan husbands, Linda and Veronica did not deny the fact that they sometimes practiced self-gratification.
Linda said: "I had to give myself a hand-job this morning, in fact, after I read about it."
Veronica giggled and said: "That's a coincidence – because I was just going to use a vibrator on my pussy when you showed up."
"Don't let me stop you," said Linda.
They both laughed – and then they stopped laughing and exchanged speculative looks.
Both girls were thinking the same thing. But both, as yet, were afraid to suggest it. Instead, Linda said: "What sort of animals?"
"What?" Veronica asked, her mind on something else.
"When you play with yourself and think about animals – what kind do you imagine?"
"Oh, different kinds," Veronica said. "Dogs, sometimes – big dogs. Great Danes and shepherds and Dobermans. I pretend that I'm letting a dog fuck me or…" she paused and looked wicked, "… or sometimes I make believe I'm giving a dog a blow-job."
"Ooooooh," Linda whispered. "That is naughty!"
"And sometimes I have wilder fantasies too," Veronica went on. "Like I might imagine that I'm being raped by a lion or a tiger, maybe – or gang-banged by a pack of wolves." In fact, Veronica had never imagined such things before, but her imagination was in full flight now. "Once I pretended that I was caught in a bear trap, in the forest – and a grizzly bear came along and fucked me. But those are impossible things, of course – not like, say, a dog. I mean, a gal could really fuck a dog – if she wanted to."
"Or, apparently, a donkey."
"Not me!" Veronica giggled. "It might feel wonderful to have a cuntful of donkey cock. But what man would satisfy a gal after her pussy had been stretched around a cock that big!"
Linda sipped at her drink and, regarding the redhead across the rim of her glass, with the ice tinkling, she said: "Would you ever really fuck a dog, Veronica?"
Veronica hesitated. She seemed to be actually considering it before she replied. Linda waited with interest.
"I'm so horny right now," Veronica said, "that I'd fuck just about anything. I don't know – I might let a dog fuck me, if it just sort of happened. I mean, it's not the sort of thing I'd plan, but if there was a big, horny dog around and I was in the mood… well, who knows? I am curious about what it would be like."
"I'm horny, too," Linda said.
"Oh? I thought you had a hand-job this morning."
"Yeah, I did. But a hand ain't a prick."
Veronica nodded her agreement.
"We've both been two weeks without any," she said.
The redhead leaned across the table and looked seriously at Linda. Linda held her breath. Was Veronica going to suggest that they go to bed together? Oh, she hoped so!
But Veronica was hesitating, uncertain.
She said: "I suppose we could go out to some honky-tonk and pick up a couple of men."
Linda was disappointed. "Well, we could. It would be fun to do it, in the same room, like we used to. But I'm not at all sure that I want to be unfaithful to my husband."
"Well, it was just a thought." They were both a bit nervous now, almost shy, despite being good friends who had shared lots of things together.
Veronica grinned and said, "That would be one advantage in fucking a dog – a gal could get fucked without committing adultery."
Linda giggled at the logic of that.
"Bestiality, yes – but adultery, no," Veronica added. "You can't cuckold a husband with an animal."
"Oh…" Linda began, then paused. She thought for a moment, then went on. "Maybe that's why you hear about lots of women – housewives – who fool around with each other."
"Lesbians, you mean?" Veronica asked.
"Oh, no!" Linda said quickly. "No, just normal women who fool around for the fun of it."
"Is there a difference?"
Linda said: "Gee, sure. Lesbians want to be men and they want to fall in love with women and have emotional affairs as well as physical ones. Normal women just do it for fun. Or so I hear. I wouldn't know anything about it."
Again the two sexy ladies regarded each other thoughtfully. Linda was afraid that she might be blushing, but she wasn't sure. It might have been the sun or her face.
Had she been too suggestive? Would Veronica get the wrong idea? Well, it wouldn't be wrong, at that – but how would the tall redhead regard the idea? Linda felt embarrassed.
Veronica, however, smiled.
"Yeah," she said. "Two gals could have some fun together without worrying about adultery – just like a gal and a doggy."
They were each waiting for the other to make the obvious suggestion – but neither quite dared. Neither was certain of how the other one would react to the proposition.
They were both getting really horny now.
Linda's hand-job seemed to have worn off and her pussy was simmering as desperately as it had been earlier. And Veronica, denied the pleasure of her plastic prick at the last moment, felt as if she had a glowing lump of coal between her legs.
She crossed her legs.
She was wearing the silk negligee and it parted. Her long, shapely leg seemed to go on for miles. Linda licked her lips nervously. She wished she were licking that long leg.
Oh, suggest it, Veronica, she thought. Please suggest it!
Veronica noticed the way Linda was looking at her. It thrilled her. She had a pretty good idea that something very nice was going to come out of this situation. But she was still too uncertain and inhibited to take the initiative.
Then she saw a clever way around it.
She said: "Gee, Linda – all this sexy talk has really got my pussy steaming. I'm gonna have to take care of it. Do you mind waiting while I use my vibrator?"
Linda gulped.
Then she summoned up her immoral fiber and managed to smile. "No, I don't mind. In fact – can I watch you do it? It will be just like back in school, when we used to watch each other getting fucked in motel rooms."
"Oooooh! Yes, honey, you can watch me. I think I'll enjoy it more, with your eyes on me."
"Oh, we are naughty!" Linda giggled.
"It's fun to be naughty," Veronica said.
Both girls were relieved that the situation had reached this stage without any embarrassment. But in that very relief came an increase in the tension of their needs.
They finished their drinks.
Veronica stood up first. Linda followed suit.
"Let's go to the bedroom," the redhead said. "I'll do it first – then you can borrow my vibrator, if you want to – and I'll watch you do yourself."
"Ummmm – okay," said Linda.
Was that all they were going to do?
Or would things – literally – get out of hand?
They both hoped so, those two good friends who wanted to add a new dimension to their friendship.