The next day was a beautiful, sunny Sunday. Around noon, Carol Prince slipped into her tiniest bikini and grabbed a towel and headed next door to her friend's house. As she padded in her bare feet to the Clarkes, she looked out at the glistening blue waters of Diamond Harbor. Little whisps of breeze played with her long tresses and she smiled at how good she felt. She squinted against the glare of the sun, trying to see Tom's sailboat in the distance.
When she opened the gate and let herself into the Clarke's back yard, she saw Bruce standing poised on his diving board, ready to plunge into the pool. She waved and he grinned at her and leaped in a perfect jackknife.
Paula was sitting at her patio table, her typewriter and papers before her. She was just putting the finishing touches on her new novel.
"I'm looking forward to reading this one, like all your other books," said Carol as she sat in a chair at the table. She helped herself to a glass of lemonade.
Paula made a note on the final page of her script and said, "There… all set to be mailed in the morning. I finished this one ahead of my deadline"
The blonde looked stunning in her tight, one-piece bathing suit. It fit her body like skin, revealing all of Paula's magnificent charms.
You just couldn't have found a more beautiful pair of women!
Carol reached over and picked the last two pages off Paula's manuscript and quickly read them. "Ummmmm," she said. "Bill and Gail going at it again."
"I like to end my books with the hero and heroine having a good fuck. After their adventures and all the sex they encounter in the course of the story, they take each other to bed and declare their undying love for each other with a nice, hot screw"
Carol laughed. "Paula… you're an incurable romantic:”
Paula grinned as she poured herself another glass of the cold lemonade. "Well," she said. "My abilities to romanticize make me a lot of money."
"I've noticed that some of your works aren't all romance, though," said Carol.
"That's true. I base a lot of my work on you and Tom. Why not? You two are the most enthusiastic sexual adventurers we know"
Carol chuckled. "I'm flattered. But I still think we take a back seat to you and Bruce"
"Oh, I write about myself and Bruce, too. I use all of our erotic adventures. The parties we have each week act as fuel for my work… but I still haven't figured out a way to use them as a tax shelter…"
"I never thought of it before," said Carol. "I suppose our lives and life-styles are very interesting and stimulating for others."
"Sure," said Paula. "My publisher, assures me that my books sell like crazy."
Paula stood up and trod inside her house. In a moment she returned with a tray of sandwiches. "Carol… were you very active, sexually, I mean, before you were married?"
Carol took a tuna on rye and a napkin. She smiled. "Somewhat. I was born and raised in Toronto, and I knew the seamy side of the town like the back of my hand. I dated a mercenary soldier once; he tried to sell me into slavery. Daddy had him shot for that. I suppose I had an active sex life… but nothing like I have now:' Carol took a bite of her sandwich. "How about you, Paula?"
"Jesus Christ, Carol! Your father had a man killed?"
"Daddy's a very powerful man in Canada. He owns a dozen of the largest corporations there. He turned his only U.S. company over to Tom when we were married, and just made him president last month. It's the only company that daddy doesn't actually control."
"Wow! I didn't know all this…"
"I don't talk about it much. I let Tom handle all the business while I handle all the pleasure… and spend money. I'm a very happy girl… or haven't you noticed…"
The two ladies ate in silence for a moment.
"Well?" said Carol when she finished half her lunch. "How about it? Were you active in sex before you were married to Bruce?"
"I'll say! I quit college to take a job as a waitress in an exclusive yacht club in Hetherton. I met a lot of interesting men there, and I was coaxed into becoming a surrogate wife, a sex clinic nurse, a porno film starlet, an exotic dancer and, for a while, a hooker. You name it, and I did it… when it comes to sex."
"Sounds interesting," said Carol.
"I think so. I plan on writing my memoirs some day."
"I can't wait to read them."
"Still, I think the best is right now. I really think we've reached the pinnacle with the Sexgamers. There just can't be any better sex than what we have right now."
"I love it, don't you?" Carol asked, smiling very sincerely at Paula.
"Yes, honey. I really do love it!"
The girls finished their lunch and talked, enjoying the quiet afternoon and the sun together. They talked about the usual Diamond Harbor gossip, like any two other housewives spending an afternoon together. No one would have been able to tell that they were notorious sexual adventurers and avid swingers by their girlish moods and conversation.
Carol saw Bruce stand up from where he had been sunbathing and stretched his fine body. She noticed that he had a hard-on in his briefs.
Bruce turned and trotted into his house, and Carol figured he was going to get dressed. In a few moments, she excused herself to go to the "powder room" and she went in after Bruce, with the hopes of getting a peek at his magnificent buns when he was getting dressed.
She went through the hallway and up to the Clarke's bedroom. She found the door slightly ajar. She pushed on it gently and peered inside. Carol gasped at what she saw.
Bruce was standing in front of Paula's vanity mirror. His bathing suit was pushed down around his calves. He was still holding a towel with one hand, and his cock with the other. He was indulging in a quick hand job!
Carol watched Bruce pump on his meat for a moment, then moved in to have some fun.
Bruce was no longer looking at his reflection in the mirror. The sensations in his cock had all his attention now. He was looking down at his swollen staff and watching it quiver and ripple with pleasure as his fingers stroked it. Suddenly another hand appeared and pushed his away to replace it on the throbbing staff of man-meat.
Bruce looked up and saw Carol Prince's reflection in the mirror. She was stroking him, masturbating him toward a quick climax, and Bruce was so into it that all he could do was moan and let her proceed.
Carol's able hand gave Bruce an expert stroking. In seconds she had him gasping and shuddering as he shot into the air. The foaming jizm splashed onto the mirror and Paula's vanity.
Carol continued to masturbate the prong through Bruce's climax. When it was finished and all the sperm was blown, Carol took her hand away. Her fingers were coated and dripping with sticky spunk.
Bruce quickly handed his friend a box of Kleenex. Their eyes met and probed each other for a moment, then Carol started to laugh, and Bruce joined her.
The incident had been very harmless. But it was the seed of the troubles to come.