Chapter 298: Linda Whitestone, 31, swing, swing, swing...

Sara Dumas was pleased that her two daughters reacted casually when she showed them her own Do Not Disturb sign. She had told herself that maybe she was teaching them to respect the privacy of other people. Then she giggled — she was simply diddling herself all the time. Having the time of her life. Richie was the best lover she’d ever had. And her sex drive was peaking — she masturbated almost every day — and most nights.

When she gave her Monday morning report to Darlene, the girl said, “Are you ready to dance this Saturday?”

Sara gasped — it had been months since Darlene had hinted at it. But this was the new, the newly-confident Sara. “Yes ma’am, I think so.”

“Good girl. Now for a warmup, Richie is taking you down to the Cajun Bayous this afternoon.”

“I never been there.”

“Good.”

“Um. Uh, what ... I mean, why?”

“He’s proud of you, wants to show you off. The owner of the Bayou Bar — a woman named Sinéad Donahue — will have a couple of her girls tape you.”

“You mean ... while he’s...”

Darlene smiled, “Yes dear. While he’s fucking you. Out on the open deck. In front of dozens and dozens of people.”

Sara was surprised at her own calmness at the astonishing news. She nodded, “I’ll do it.”

“Of course you will.”

Sara sped over to Wendy’s for a quick touchup. As she was leaving, Richie called her from school, “Hey, Mrs. Dumas — I’m glad Darlene is letting you go down to the bayous.”

“Oh. It was your idea.”

“No, actually, my mom thought of it.”

“Oh. Oh my.”

When Sara drove to Sausalito High to pick him up, she was startled to see Carole there too. Whoa!

“Hi there, Sara. Excited?”

“Well, I guess. And a little nervous. I’ve never done it in front of anyone. Except for that first time when Randy was there.”

“You’ll be fine, hon, you’re a natural. You were made to be fucked.”

“Thank you. I think.” Was that a compliment?

What Sara didn’t realize was that Carole had gotten Rickie out of his last class and sucked him off in her car. So he would last longer down in the bayous.

As Joe-Joe Lafayette piloted them to the Bayou Bar, Sara was rationalizing Carole’s presence. Richie has already shown me to her in the nude. And she’s seen that fuck-tape. So what’s the big deal?

But she knew that it was a big deal. The Carole Landry was going to watch her get fucked. That loomed larger in Sara’s mind than having all those strangers in the audience.

Then when Joe-Joe was tying up his Jon boat, Sara suddenly remembered he had classes with her son. “Joe-Joe ... um, Charlie ... I wouldn’t want...”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Dumas. What happens at the Bayou Bar stays at the Bayou Bar.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

During that brief exchange, Richie and Carole stripped. Sara stared — my God, the woman was simply stunning. By then, Joe-Joe was naked and stroking himself.

Richie helped Sara out of her tee and underwear — the four of them left their clothes in the boat, and headed up the stairs. Sara’s heart was thudding.

The next morning Linda Whitestone came by even earlier. It was just a two-minute walk.

“Where’s Barry?”

“With my mom. Say, I was thinking...”

Rosie laughed, “About Ray-Ray?”

“Do you think he was really interested? In me? I mean with all the Miss-Kitty pussy around...”

“Strip, girlfriend.”

“What!”

“You heard me — I’m gonna send him a better picture.”

Linda gazed at her thoughtfully, “I jess may do that.”

Rosie waited patiently. Like she’d learned from Kate and Darlene.