Laura was surprised to find that only three of the people she had worked with the year before were still on the staff. Carl Mersh, the director, and two secretaries were the only familiar faces. The rest were all new, mostly young men with shaggy hair and beards and girls with frizzled hairdos.
"Your in-home, daytime training," Carl Mersh told Laura, "seemed to work miracles from the standpoint of stabilization. We've had very few complaints from the foster parents where your children were placed."
"As I told you, Carl," Laura said with a smile, "I didn't do anything special."
"Nevertheless, Laura, what you did worked. And that's what we have in mind now. I gather that you had no structured situation when you took the children home?"
"None whatsoever," Laura laughed. "Sometimes we'd work on table manners, how to use the fork and knife and ask for things politely. I made a game of it. Then other times we'd go swimming in our pool and talk about how it was just as difficult for the foster parents as it was for the children in a new situation. Other times I'd work on neatness, teaching them how to keep their bedroom and how to treat a bathroom. Oh, and I often harped on taking care of clothes."
"That's a good point," Carl remarked. "Often orphan children have nothing of their own. Then, when they acquire possessions like clothes, they lack the appreciation necessary to take care of them."
"That what I thought," Laura said.
"Well, Laura, I want you to do exactly what you did last year," Carl commented, standing up to indicate that their interview was coming to a close. "I'm afraid to have you structure it because it may lose its value, but I would like you to start keeping notes on what you do."
"Should I keep notes on the individual children as well?" she asked.
"I think that might be helpful," Carl agreed. "We can add your notes to the child's file. Nothing detailed. The psychologist will take care of that. Just your own brief impressions. Now, you've met the new members of the staff?"
"That's what I did all morning," Laura replied.
"Good. And you've seen the children on hand at present?"
"Barely. Mister McGrudder took me through and told me a little about each of them."
"Well, that should be enough for today. Tomorrow, Laura, you may begin your special program. I'll have McGrudder pick out several of the children who are about to be placed. Now I have a busy schedule this afternoon, so why don't you call it a day and we'll see each other in the morning?"
"Fine," Laura said, accepting the older man's hand.
It was just after three when Laura climbed into her car. She was quite pleased at how the day had gone, and quite relieved that they hadn't expected something from her that she might not be capable of doing. In fact, Laura was very happy.
She decided to drive downtown and drop in on Jack at his office. She hadn't done that in years! And his office wasn't far from the facility.
It was warm, one of those sunny Sacramento days that served notice of the sweltering heat to come in the summer months. Laura closed the windows of her two-year-old Mustang convertible and turned on the air conditioning.
Laura was wondering where she should park near her husband's office on B Street when she suddenly saw his green Skylark convertible emerge from the underground parking in his building. She was about to honk at him when she noticed that Jack was not alone in the car. The top was down on the Buick and the soft auburn hair blowing in the breeze left no doubt in Laura's mind about who was with her husband.
It was Candy Delany! They probably quit early and he's driving Candy home, Laura told herself. But why so early? Jack almost never came home until six. Maybe they just finished early today.
Laura was five cars behind Jack and was about to pull into the left turn lane and turn on her blinkers at Fourteenth Street when she saw that the Skylark was continuing on down B Street.
Where in the devil are they going? Laura wondered. She hesitated for a brief moment and then decided to follow. Laura felt a little guilty as she stayed behind the Buick. She'd never done anything like this before!
The green Buick convertible turned right on Larson Street and headed, for the freeway. Staying almost a mile behind with the car barely in sight, Laura followed in her Mustang.
It wasn't until Jack turned off the freeway and made a complicated series of turns that led to an old highway along the river that Laura had an inkling of where they might be going.
The Nortons had an old cabin cruiser they kept docked at what had once been a private camp on an inlet to the Sacramento River. The club had fallen on bad times and was now open to the public, but only a few die-hards kept their boats there. The monthly fees were cheap enough to allow the Nortons to keep their old, thirty-two-foot cabin cruiser.
They had bought the boat not long after they were married and they struggled to keep up the payments for five years. Laura had given up suggesting that they sell it. Although she seldom set foot on the boat, Jack liked to use it occasionally for fishing.
When the Buick turned onto the county road that wound up the inlet, Laura was certain that they were headed for the boat! She thought quickly and continued along the river road and came into the camp the back way. That way her approach would be covered by a thick screen of brush that had grown around the old club house that was now abandoned.
Laura arrived in time to see the Buick pull into the trees along the river and park. Why didn't he park by the dock? she asked herself. The place is deserted. The answer hit her like a flash of lightning! He doesn't want to be seen!
She watched her husband climb out of the car and walk around to open the door for their friend's seventeen-year-old daughter. "The bastard never opens my door," Laura mumbled aloud while she watched them walk toward the pier.
Jack climbed aboard the old boat and offered his hand to help the pretty young girl aboard. Then they disappeared into the cabin.
Laura was both angry and curious. She opened the door of her Mustang as quietly as she could and got out. Not risking the sound of a door closing, she left the Mustang door ajar and began walking very quietly toward the boat. Laura cautiously stayed behind the brush and trees as long as she could to avoid being seen.
She stood for a long moment at the end of the trees studying the situation. If she walked along the bank of the river, there was little chance she could be seen from the boat. And if she could crawl onto the lower landing, she might be able to see through the porthole.
Laura removed her shoes and stockings, cursing herself for wearing pantyhose, and felt a little childish as she crept along the river bank, crawled under the old pier and pulled herself up on the lower landing with stealth.
She could hear voices from inside the cabin as she crept quietly across the landing to the moored boat. Laura smiled to herself when she peered into the porthole at the bow and realized that she was looking into the tiny, cramped head. It was empty.
Laura moved down the side of the boat until she came to the porthole over the two sleeping bunks. When she raised on her toes to look inside, Laura's hear almost stopped beating!
Her husband and seventeen-year-old Candy Delany were in the cabin. Both were stark naked! Jack was stretched out on his back on the bunk and Candy was squatting over his face with her red-haired pussy pressed against his mouth!
The anger raging through Laura's system caused her to clench her fists until her knuckles were white. Jack had never eaten her pussy, never in their twenty-one years of marriage! Yet here he was licking Candy's cunt!
And from the expression on the seventeen-year-old girl's face, Laura had no doubt that Candy was enjoying every second of it! The lids of the young girl's eyes were half-closed and her mouth was open.
"Ooohhh, Jack!"
The young girl's moan of pleasure was muffled by the closed porthole, but Laura could hear her loud and clear!
"Oh! OH! Oooh, Jack! I love… the way… you eat me!"
Laura wished she had a gun. She would have jumped on board and shot both of them at that very instant!
"Lick it, Jack! Oh, yes, like that! Oooohhh!!"
Laura raked her nails across her palm as she watched the pretty young girl go through the throes of ecstasy. Candy reached up and began caressing her nipples as she ground her hips to mash her hot cunt against Jack's mouth.
"I want to come on your face, Jack darling. Eat it. Eat it! OOoooohhh!! Now. Now! I'm commiinng!!"
Laura's eyes were glued to the porthole and the sight inside the cabin. She found herself actually living the sexual experience taking place inside. When Candy cried out as her orgasm gripped her, Laura felt a burning itch between her own legs. Slowly, Candy pulled her crotch away from Jack's loving mouth. The seventeen-year-old girl lifted her leg over Jack's body and gave Laura a close up of her gaping hole. Then she stretched out beside Jack on the small bunk and reached over to take his long, hard prick in her hand. Laura strained to listen as Candy spoke.
"Oh, Jack darling," Candy said as she stroked his hard cock in her warm hand, "you'll never know how much I love you. This summer has been just dynamite! To think how stupid and naive I was when I met you!"
"You've learned fast," Jack chuckled.
"Only because you've taught me. Honestly, I thought my cunt was to pee with before I met your and whenever I'm with you, I'm so horny it's all I can do to control myself! Know what?"
"What?" Jack asked.
"At the office sometimes I get an overwhelming urge to walk into your office, whip your great cock out of your pants and blow you right then and there. Honest! What would others say?" she laughed.
"I get the same feeling," Jack laughed. "I see you swish that luscious ass of yours as you walk and I want to walk up and grab you, lift your skirt and fuck the hell out of you."
"Why don't you do it!" she cried excitedly. "When nobody is around, I mean. God, that would be dynamite! Just thinking about it makes me hungry for your delicious prick, darling."
Laura watched the pretty young redhead pull herself up and lean down to bring her mouth to Jack's crotch. As Laura watched, Candy began licking Jack's cock like it was made of peppermint.
"Would Jack's cock like being sucked?" Candy asked as she teased the stiff organ in her hand. "I want to suck it until you're so hot you can't stand it, darling. Then I want you to get on top of me and fuck the hell out of me. Okay?"
"Okay!" Jack groaned as she stroked his prick and teased it with her warm, young tongue.
The calves of Laura's legs began to ache as she remained on tiptoe watching the erotic liaison inside the boat. She saw Candy purse her lips and slide them over the swollen head of Jack's penis. Laura could almost feel her husband's hardness crushing her lips. How many times had she sucked that same cock?
Grudgingly, Laura had to admit that Candy was good at what she was doing. She took Jack's cock very slowly into her throat and fondled his balls in her hand at the same time.
"AAAaaahhh!! Candy! That's good, so good!"
The sound of her husband's voice broke through the erotic haze that had enveloped Laura's mind. He'd never told her that! Yet she knew that she was good because she'd made him pop his nuts in her throat so many times!
Laura watched Candy's mouth begin moving faster and faster. The pretty young girl's lips seemed to caress every inch of Jack's shaft as she moved her head up and down.
Then Candy let his hard, quivering prick slide out of her mouth and she began lashing the blood-engorged head with long, wet swipes of her pink tongue.
"Are you getting hot, Jack darling?" she asked teasingly.
"You'd better believe it!" Jack moaned.
"Good," the seventeen-year-old girl giggled. "I want it so hot it's ready to explode. Then you can fuck me, darling!"
Forming an "O" with her mouth once again, Candy slipped her lips around the forty-three-year-old man's cock and drew it into her warm, wet oral cavity.
Laura could hear her heart beating in her temples as she watched through the porthole! She wanted to run in there and yank that teenage bitch away from Jack's hard cock. Jack's cock belonged to her, Laura Norton!
Not hard like that it doesn't, Laura reminded herself with a tear forming in her eye. She hadn't seen it hard like that in months!
"Jesus, Candy!" Jack Norton moaned. "You've really got me turned on! Hey! I'm trying to tell you that you're about to – OH! – make me come!"
"Then fuck me, darling!" Candy cried excitedly, jumping up and flinging herself on her back on the other bunk.
Jack followed her quickly and the shift in weight inside the cabin caused the boat to rock in the water. When the boat rocked, Laura lost her balance and began to topple backwards. She had to fling her arms out to her sides to keep from falling down.
When she finally managed to gain her balance, Laura breathed a sigh of relief that she had avoided falling. They surely would have heard the noise inside the boat and discovered her here! Laura frowned when she glanced back at the boat and saw it rocking up and down in the water.
Walking on tiptoes again, she moved once again to the side of the boat and peered in through the porthole. Candy was on her back and Jack was on top of her. Candy's long legs were wrapped around Jack's waist as he pumped his long, hard prick into her hot young cunt. Laura could see her husband's prick sliding in and out of the seventeen-year-old girl's hole. She could even see Candy's moisture glistening on Jack's cock as he fucked her.
Laura found the sight no longer exciting. It was, in fact, now depressing to her. She lowered herself onto the platform again and started to crawl under the pier.
"Fuck them!" she said under her breath as she stood up straight and walked directly back to where she had parked her Mustang. Laura couldn't bring herself to confront her husband with his young girl friend, but at this point she didn't give a damn if they saw her! And she knew that it was very unlikely that they would see her with their current preoccupation.
She felt both defeated and furious as she walked barefoot back to her car.
Laura didn't bother to put on either her shoes or her pantyhose. She climbed into the Mustang, slammed the door, started the engine and drove back down the dirt road as fast as she could.
The drive back to Sacramento gave Laura time to think. Once she managed to control her anger, she tried to consider everything logically. From what Candy had said, it seemed obvious that Jack had seduced her as a virgin. It was also obvious that they had been having sex regularly. Jack was teaching Candy sex!
That thought made Laura's anger flash back. He was so busy laying that teenage bitch and teaching her how to suck cock and fuck that he didn't have anything left for Laura at night!
Yet their sexual problem had been going on longer than just a few months. Had there been others?
"The important thing," Laura said aloud to bring her mind back to a logical track, "is, what in the hell am I going to do about it?"
She knew that she could demand a divorce, but was that what she really wanted? Regardless of his infatuation with Candy's young body, Laura knew that she still loved Jack. She wasn't ready for anything as drastic as a divorce – at least not yet! "A smart man never tells everything he knows," Laura remembered her father telling her. She decided that she wouldn't say anything. Not yet. Not until she had carefully worked it out in her mind and was absolutely certain what she wanted to do.