Something out of the ordinary had been bothering Karen, the dark-eyed Barbara thoughtfully mused as she crossed the pleasant street back to her own new home. Subconsciously, she added a little extra bounce to her gait plus a provocative waggle of fully rounded hips and buttocks, just in case there might be a man admiring her from some concealed vantage point. Of course, they'd only known the dazzling blonde charmer and her adorable husband less than two weeks, but that was long enough to learn considerable about a person's character and temperament. There was no question about it, the enticingly sexy doll had been mighty worked up over something… or someone, when she'd walked out of that washroom! Her cheeks had been flushed and she was still trembling when she poured the coffee, Barbara remembered, her own excitement growing. God, was it possible…? Could there have been someone hidden in there… a man, perhaps…? It certainly had taken her long enough to answer the door! And she'd rapped at least a half-dozen times! Well, if there had been, he was still there, but he'd have to leave sooner or later, and little Barbara was just going to watch from behind the living room drape for a bit!
Karen Smith having an illicit affair! Wow, now wouldn't that be something, though? Damn, if it were only true, the raven-haired neighboring wife eagerly speculated, making her way through the cool, well-furnished house to the living room where she could comfortably watch, wait, and think. There was still plenty of time before she had to change and dress for her shopping tour. God, Don would just flip if it were true, Barbara imagined, smiling to herself. She'd never known him to get quite as horny over the possibility of a new conquest as he had with Karen. Admittedly, the golden-haired angel had it all, looks, youth, and a perfectly breathtaking body, but she didn't figure that she, herself, was any slouch at twenty-seven.
Of course, that really had nothing to do with it as far as she and Don were concerned. They were very much in love and it was doubtful that any third party, even with Karen's or darling Steve's qualifications, could destroy that. Sex not love, was the secret ingredient that all of their swapping friends had shared and lustily enjoyed with them throughout the two years of their marriage. Not only had it added that needed spice to their individual lives, but it had actually put new zest in their own marital love-making. God knows, it was anything but a boring ordeal for her to go to bed with Don, and especially following a bout or two with some of the other husbands in their circle. Too often, a wife didn't really appreciate what she had at home until she'd laid down for a few of her girlfriends' spouses. And that was another advantage to their private, swinging get-togethers: the exciting exchange of new ideas, ways and approaches, or the actual teaching of a one-track minded husband, or half-frigid wife.
Anyway, the swapping around had certainly meant everything to her and Don's lives together. Being financially comfortable and having all of the luxuries that went along with money was not, in itself, enough, and both of them had realized it almost from the beginning. Sooner or later, the inevitable boredom was bound to set in, usually leading to shady little affairs which divorce attorneys thrived on, and neither of them had wanted that.
Oh, at first, she'd been quite bent when Don had come right out with the idea, the dark-eyed girl remembered as she continued to watch the house across the street, but being that she'd been enjoyable promiscuous all through her senior year in high school and the next four at college, she'd soon bought the program as a wild method of having her cake and eating it too. And so it had been for both of them…
A movement in the yard to the right of Karen's house caught her eye, interrupting Barbara's thoughts, but then she saw it was Satyr and sighed to herself. He was a beautiful animal, she mentally reflected, admiring his sleek, graceful actions. She remembered then that he, too, had come out of the washroom… first, in fact. If only he could talk… for if luscious Karen did have a lover tucked out of sight in there, the handsome brute would have to know who it was. Poor Steve, he'd probably fall apart if he ever suspected; that was the usual result when a new young wife or husband was discovered kicking over the traces. And he was such a loveable darling, too! God, how she wanted to get him into bed for an hour or so… and just maybe, this startling event, whatever, or whoever it might be, was going to make that a reality!
Don was truly going to soar when he found out… but no, she wouldn't say a thing until she was sure! Damn, who could it be? One of the neighbors, maybe? That didn't sound logical though. There were only a few and most of them so much older than Karen… unless she was one of those gals who nursed a secret penchant for older men! Besides, Barbara realized, she, herself, wasn't at all familiar with the couples who lived on the street behind Karen. It could be someone from there, a younger man she'd met over the back fence, or at the shopping center…
The telephone startled the provocatively dressed Barbara and she bounced up to answer it, but never taking her eyes from the house across the way. It would be Don wondering what had happened.
"Hi, babe, we'll tell your loving husband! How did it go?" his deep voice warmly filled her ear.
"My lecherous husband, you mean?"
"Same thing, honey-pot, but let's not banter trifles. What happened? Did you talk to her…?"
"Yes, lover, I did just what you said, including salting the conversation with erotic tales peppered with a few four-letter words," the ravishing Barbara throatily informed, at the same time tracing the smooth erogenous flesh of her full, white inner thigh with narcissistic finger-tips. A little shiver rippled along her spine at the self-taunting.
"So, how did she take it?" her husband eagerly questioned.
"I think what you want to know, darling, was, what were her responses… and frankly, they were all that a man like you, with the hots, could ever ask for. She didn't get uptight, and she was damned sure sensually aroused," Barbara informed in her suggestive tone, knowing that she was telling the truth even if she weren't revealing all of it.
"Sweet pussy!" her athletic husband hissingly exclaimed, using one of his favorite expressions. "That's music to my ears, angel! Okay, now get this. I had coffee with your future lover-boy this morning…"
"Steve?"
"Who else've you got cockitis over at the present, baby?" he teased.
"Well, come on, tell me what happened!"
"Foundation work mostly. We're having lunch together tomorrow… a few martinis and the likes… get the scene?"
"Yes… yes…!"
"So, when I think he's ready, I'm going to spring it on him…"
"Spring what? Swapping…?"
"You're right on, lover girl," her deep-voiced mate said. "He'll never be more ready, and you know what a few drinks does to Steve Smith."
"God…! Do you think it'll work, Don?" she questioned, afraid that they could be rushing it. "I mean, maybe we should soften them a little more first…"
"Don't be silly. The first jolt is going to carry the same impact when ever we spring it… and I'll tell you, baby, I don't think I can wait much longer for a piece of that Karen's delectable, tight ass! You wouldn't want to be bringing cigarettes to your raping husband in the jug, would you?"
"You are pumped full of stifferine, aren't you, darling?" Barbara responded with an excited laugh. "Wow… okay, that's fine with me. You know I've been ready for that sweet, gentle husband of hers ever since we moved in! But I just want to be sure we don't blow it…"
"We won't. I've got a little thing working in the back of my mind," Don answered. "Steve Smith's ambitious for one of those 'Million-Dollar' buttons successful insurance salesmen flash, and once I make him understand that association with our select circle can gain him that, he's going to start worrying less and less about his young wife Karen spreading her legs for a few loving friends."
"Well… I hope you're right, doll…"
"Don't worry, I'm right… just a bit of man to man psychology. What did she say about the pool party?"
"She's to let me know after she talks with Don. But I think it looks favorable."
"Good. Let's invite a few more couples… makes for more interesting prelims to newcomers. Meantime, dig a pair of thick steaks out of the freezer, have a pitcher of martinis ready, and prepare yourself for a wild time, sugar. Big Daddy's going to take up from where he left off last night!"
"Is that a promise?" the stunningly shaped wife huskily questioned, a tremor of fervid excitement rippling over her curved, susceptible body.
"No… it's a threat, pussy-girl, so prepare yourself," he half-whispered in that way of his that could drive her right up the wall. "Your ogre is knocking off early, and all the king's horses can't stop him…!"
In the course of the remaining morning hours, Karen gradually recovered her composure by throwing herself into unnecessary house-cleaning, including the washing of windows. By noon, she felt quite herself again, the unsatiated fire in her provoked loins at least banked once more, enough anyway to allow her reasoning capacities to function with some normalcy. She sat down to a light lunch of soup and a sandwich, filled with vowed determination and a hangover of vivid shame. God, what demonical thing had ever tempted her into committing such a loathsome act she'd never know! The mere recalling of it to mind now was enough to make her want to break right down and cry. Oh, if Steve ever knew! She couldn't even bear to think of that! And Satyr, the loveable darling, it had never been his fault! She was completely to blame, goading him the way she had! What was worse, the handsome animal had gone off somewhere immediately and hadn't returned! Had he somehow realized her warped depravity and ran away? Dogs were credited with having unexplainable instincts that the human intellect couldn't conceive of! Oh God, if anything ever happened to him after what she'd done, she could never forgive herself!
Then, she remembered Barbara's unexpected visit for the thousandth time. Lord, what had she thought? Really, what had she thought? The shame-filled, upset girl was already aware that her beautiful neighbor was anything but a fool, that she possessed a keen, if sometimes, lurid mind… and it might very well be that vein of luridness which had helped her see through Karen's flushed, unhidable emotions. Damn, how ridiculous she must've looked carrying that bone and stammering about going in there to get it for Satyr! At least, she'd stupidly implied that!
Ooooohhh… she wasn't hungry… couldn't eat a bite, she concluded, pushing the food from her. And where was he? Why didn't he come home? He'd been gone for over two hours, longer than she could ever remember… or was it? He'd hardly touched his bone, just simply disappeared. Maybe, she should canvass the neighborhood, or even call the police if necessary! She just couldn't let anything happen to him…!
Satyr observed his new pretty mistress seated at the booth in the kitchen, while he stood quietly outside the screened door. As always, his warm, animal-blood raced faster at the sight of her. She had not yet noticed him there and he patiently waited with opened panting mouth and wagging tail, tired and thirsty from his romping through a near-by field where he had chased a cat up a tree and remained to bark and jump at it, until the game no longer pleased him.
He was not hungry, even for the bone that she had given him earlier and he instinctively knew the reason. The heated taste and scent of her mating essence earlier had whetted his trained animal-desire, leaving his vigorous loins in a state of incompleted agitation. It was for this reason he had impulsively raced into the field to relieve the tensions through expelled energy. At the same time, he had ignored his usual stops at other back doors in the neighborhood where kind, and excitedly smiling females had learned to let him into their kitchens and bedrooms to perform, the skilled feats which he loved so much. But none of these could have any longer pleased him with this new yearning born in his heart for the golden-haired Karen with whom his real mistress had left him…
"Oh! There you are!" Karen jubilantly exclaimed, rising from the booth and turning to see the handsome animal standing beyond the door. A warm sensation of loving relief flowed through her at the beautiful picture his unexpected presence inspired. "You naughty dog… where did you run off to?" she crooned with emotion, opening the door so that he could trot in, his big brown eyes twinkling, his opened, panting jaws reminding her of some devilishly grinning Casanova.
Satyr immediately moved close to rub against her soft thigh, her welcomed sounds, aroma, and the feel of her small hand on his head and neck delighting him. He licked at her hand as she continued to coo down at him and stroke his head.
"You don't know it, darling, but you had me very worried… after this morning," the young wife almost tearfully whispered in her choked-up happiness at having him back home with her. "I-I was afraid you might hate me for what I did… and Karen could just never stand that, you handsome beauty!" Irresistibly, she haunched down and hugged him to her. "Oh, you're so sweet, baby… please forgive me? I promise, I'll never do anything so wicked to you again…!"
He was both tired and thirsty, but the enthralled Satyr would have contentedly given himself to her caresses indefinitely, had she not of her own volition sighed, then straightened. It was then that he went to his water-dish while she watched for a moment before going on with other things to busy her. He lay down in his special place once his thirst was quenched, stretching out on the cool of the flooring to watch her, his big, played out body filled with gladness at being home with her once more…
Had anyone ever told her that the mere sight and presence of a dog could fill her with such elation, or so completely put her mind at ease, Karen would have thought them batty. But as she went about washing cupboards with a fresh burst of energy, occasionally stealing glances at the now sleeping animal, it occurred to her that the handsome Satyr was no ordinary canine friend. There was something exceptionally unique about him that caused the irrational little flutters inside her when she looked at him.
She self-consciously blushed as she realized this and tried to remember if her feelings toward him had been the same before… before she had let him lick her there. God, she couldn't remember, not really. Perhaps, they'd existed from the beginning, but it had been this morning's sensually firing incident that had made her wholly conscious of them.
She thought these things as she feverishly scrubbed the unending cupboards, surprised at her ever lessening feeling of guilt and revitalized excitement with the vivid memory of the forbiddenly obscene act of the German shepherd licking her under her panties. God, she could still feel his searing, long, thick tongue parting her softly curling pubic hair and splaying through the sensitive flesh of her passion-moistened vaginal lips, the lustful recollection in itself enough to provoke a new wetness between her full, hot thighs. Oh, this would never do! She had to get hold of herself and put such lurid, bestial thoughts from her mind! They were utterly abominable, and it must never happen again!
By the same token, she wasn't going to take any more chances of having something happen to him! She would keep him at home with her, take him out on his leash when necessary and that would be that. Maybe it would be better for everyone after Aunt Janie did come and get him… though the confused young wife knew she was going to miss him terribly. And then, she began to think more profoundly of the aunt who had just about raised her.
The attractive woman had always been a vibrant person, leaning a bit toward the impishly wild side, Karen mused, but while Uncle Bill was alive he'd seemed to have been able to pacify her. Karen had only seen her once following the funeral, up until her aunt had personally delivered Satyr to their home the week before. Actually, she had been quite surprised at her older relative's vivacity and modish style of dress. She looked more like a gay young bachelorette than a middle-aged widow… and the way she had bent down to kiss the whining German shepherd with tears in her eyes… God, come to think of it, while she was in that position, Karen remembered, Satyr had tried to nuzzle his handsome head under her skirt between her legs…! He had! She suddenly recalled the whole scene, tiny, odd sensations responding inside her with the recollection! Was it possible? Had… had Aunt Janie actually taught him his naughty little tricks… perhaps, even bought him for that purpose…?
The ringing of the telephone brought her back to the immediate and she hustled into Steve's study to answer it with the awakened Satyr two steps behind her.
"Oh, hi Steve darling," she smilingly said, recognizing his voice.
"How's my baby?" his gentle tone questioned.
"Fine, and keeping busy with her housework," she answered. "How's my breadwinner doing… making a lot of money for us, I hope?"
He hesitated. "As a matter of fact, that's one of the things I called you about… in fact, the main thing, honey. Something unexpected's come up that's going to postpone our plans tonight… and if I land it, it'll be the biggest policy I've sold yet! It's J.L. Woodward, you know, the wealthy Cadillac dealer…!"
Karen couldn't help her disappointment, nor could she hide it either. This night was going to mean so much to her, especially after last night and this morning… "But what about our going out for cocktails and dinner, Steve? I had so planned on it. Do you have to see him tonight of all nights…?"
"Oh, come on, doll, let's be sensible," he replied, slight irritation in his tone. "You know my appointments have to be at their convenience, and I've worked on this one for weeks! Maybe you didn't hear me right, Karen, but this will be the biggest policy I've written yet!"
Damn, she could almost cry, she was that angry! Even though she knew he was absolutely right it hardly lessened her sense of chagrin. "Oh… oh, what can I say but all right!"
"Golly, darling, I'm sorry," he apologized, his usual tender voice attempting to sooth her. "I know I promised, and how much you planned on it, but won't it be okay if we do it later on in the week? We'll even enjoy it more, hon, especially if I sell old J.L…"
"Yes… I'm sorry, too, Steve. I'm just being selfish again," Karen managed, attempting to reconcile herself. "You'll be home for dinner then at the usual time?"
"Well… no, I won't hon. That is, I'm to have cocktails and dinner with the Woodwards at their mansion," her uneasy husband feebly informed. "Actually, I'll probably be rather late, though I'll try to hustle it up…"
His admission was like rubbing salt in an open cut! She just couldn't keep the knifing bitterness out of her tone. "Really! Well, don't bother to hustle at all! Just take your time and enjoy yourself, Mr. Smith…!"
"Damnit! Please, Karen, try to understand, will you?" he begged, something of a pleading whimper filling her ear.
"I'll make every effort!" Karen uncontrollably responded, no longer attempting to hide her cold resentment, and with that, she hung up, bursting into tears and heading toward the bedroom for the good cry that had been plaguing her since the night before!