Chapter 8

The next day, which was a Monday, was a lazy one for the Richards family. In fact, they didn't even start getting out of bed until well past eleven. That was one of the nicer aspects about this particular summer job. All that was really required of Mavis and her children by the owner was that they work their butts off on Saturday, when they had to clean all of the units between ten a.m. and two p.m. As for the other six days of the week, the time was their own, outside of such minor responsibilities as mowing the lawn or giving directions to the guests on how to reach different points of interest in the area. Yes, it was the ideal summer job and, the more Mavis thought about it, it was also the ideal situation for the things they had discussed with the MacCauleys the night before.

It had been decided, before they'd split up the night before, that the MacCauleys would be the ones to approach Mike and Lana Jordan about joining them that evening. Mavis was really on uncertain ground. She wouldn't have known just how to handle the matter without becoming extremely embarrassed and self-conscious. Of course, she wouldn't have just come out and told the young couple what she and the MacCauleys had in mind, but just the same... And she was more than a bit apprehensive about how the events scheduled for that evening might affect her job at the resort. What if the Jordans, once they discovered what was going on, wanted no part in any swapping arrangement? What if they stomped out, intending to phone the owner of the place and report Mavis and her children. Mavis shuddered inwardly at the thought. The humiliation would be terrible, to say nothing of losing the job!

But she shook that thought out of her mind.

If Debby and Billy were overly excited about another swap session at the MacCauley's cabin, they were keeping it to themselves. And Mavis could tell, from the low-keyed way that they asked her from time to time during the day, about whether or not she'd heard from Helen or Lou that that was exactly the case.

Helen dropped into the Richards' office-cabin about three that afternoon, supposedly for a cup of coffee but in actuality to relay the message that the newlywed couple had accepted their invitation for that evening; that they'd be arriving around eight o'clock or so.

"It should be a most enjoyable evening," Helen said after a sip of coffee. "After speaking with them, I'm even more certain than before that they should fit right in with our... er, plans for this evening."

"Th-that's wonderful," said Mavis. "The children and I are really looking forward to it."

Billy and Debby were playing outside with some of their new friends.

"Ah, then you'll be bringing the youngsters," smiled Mrs. MacCauley. "I so want to give more attention to young Billy. He's a fine specimen of young manhood, Mavis."

Although a bit shocked at the way Helen spoke so plainly, it somehow excited Mavis at the same time.

"Oh, yes," she said. "We'll be there... we'll be there willing and ready!"

Mavis, Billy and Debby arrived on the front porch of the MacCauley's cabin that evening at seven forty-five. It had been agreed that they would arrive just a bit earlier than the Jordans, to discuss any last-minute matters that might come up before the planned seduction of the newlyweds into the world of swapping.

Helen met them at the door in a dress that clung lovingly to her lush figure. The front room was lit by softly glowing table lamps this time, and there was yet another change from the night before. A screen and movie projector had been set up in the middle of the room. Lou MacCauley came into the room to greet them from a door leading off to the left, and he was dressed as casually and looked as good to Mavis as he had the last time she'd seen him. Remembering the fine fucking he'd given her on the couch, she felt herself growing warm already at the thought of what lay ahead.

It would be a real tossup as to which of the two men she would like to be screwed by that evening. There was Lou, but then there was Mike Jordan, too... or maybe she could fix something up with both of them!

"Ah, right on time, I see," smiled Lou, and he came over and embraced Mavis, giving her a light kiss on the lips before grinning at the children.

"And how are you kids tonight?" he asked.

"Great," grinned Billy. "My dick's been hard all afternoon. You really think it'll work, Mr. MacCauley? I've been checking Mr. and Mrs. Jordan out pretty damn good around the grounds today, I can tell you! I sure would like a piece of that little redhead's tail!"

"Oh, I don't think we have to worry much about Mr. and Mrs. Jordan, Billy," the older man smiled. Then he looked at Debby, asking, "And how are you this evening, my child?"

The girl was looking around as she answered absently, "Oh, all right... where's Jason?"

Helen gave a throaty, appreciative laugh. "You and our pet must certainly have gotten on well last night, dear," she said. Then, raising her voice, she called out the dog's name and a moment later the German Shepherd came trotting in. "Here he is, here's our boy... and he certainly seems happy to see you as well, Debby!"

The first person Jason came up to when he pranced into the room was the thirteen-year-old girl. The handsome animal nudged her lovingly and she returned the attention, stroking him affectionately.

"Good boy, Jason... good boy..." she said over and over. Her tight little cunt was already growing wet. All Debby could think about was the lovely fucking the dog had given her, and she wanted more!

After Lou had served drinks and everyone was seated, Mavis asked, "Just how are we going to go about this? You mentioned last night that we probably wouldn't be using the aphrodisiac on Mike and Lana."

Lou reached over and patted her thighs. "Just leave everything to me," he said with a grin. "I didn't mention it last night, but I'm a movie collector; all kinds of movies. Well, I'll just put one on now--the Jordans should be arriving any minute, and we'll try to give the impression that we've been watching for a while--and when I start the conversation rolling in a certain direction, you just play along, okay? You'll know. what to do when the, uh, time comes to do it. You can trust me on that!"

He made that last remark with a confident smile, and Mavis knew deep inside that she could trust him. He and Helen had obviously run through this same scenario before.

Lou stood and walked over to the movie projector. "Well then," he said, "since we have a short time to amuse ourselves here, why don't we watch a film?" Just as he reached the light switch, he said, "Oh, and by the way. I know Helen and I don't look the type, but we do have some pot here. We've found that sex goes really great with it. If there are no objections, why, I'll start a joint around once the film is showing."

"Oh, no objections from me!" Billy replied with a quick smile. Then, with a quick look to his mother to see that she wouldn't mind, he added, "In fact, I have a few joints I could add to the party myself."

With that, Lou flicked off the lights and rolled the film. If Mavis and the kids had been expecting a porn film or something similar right off the bat, they were mistaken. To their mild surprise, the film was not porn at all! Far from it! It was an old Laurel and Hardy classic from the early thirties, and before five minutes had passed, everyone in the room was smiling at the antics of the two master clowns.

"Well, we might as well start a little smoking," said Helen as the film continued. Reaching into a drawer in the small table at the end of the couch, she came out with a joint of marijuana. She lit it, took a hit, and passed it across to Mavis.

About halfway through the movie there was a knock at the front door. It was Mike and Lana Jordan, of course. Lou rose from his seat to let them in, but he didn't shut off the projector.

"So glad you could come, so glad you could come," he said happily as he ushered the youthful couple in. "We're just watching the tail end of an old film; only about ten minutes to go. Won't you kids come in and have a seat and watch it with us? You've met Helen and I'm sure you met Mavis and Billy and Debby when you checked in." Everyone nodded to each other as the Jordans found a seat. Then, in a very casual tone, Lou said, "I'm sure you can smell it in the air, but we've been indulging in the smoking of a, er, somewhat illicit substance."

Handsome, muscular Mike Jordan gave a laugh. "Sure, we can smell it. In fact, we smoked some before coming over!"

Right about then a joint came their way and they each took a long healthy pull before passing it on. Seeing that that minor barrier had been gotten around, Lou gave an appreciative laugh and went back to his spot next to Helen. The remainder of the movie was enjoyed by all, and when the lights went back on everyone was high and relaxed.

Mavis couldn't help but admire the way the MacCauleys had worked things so far. Here were these three groups of people, total strangers to each other, and already the atmosphere in the living room of the cabin was relaxed and friendly and open, and there'd hardly even been any discussion yet!

At the completion of the film Lou rose and fixed drinks for the Jordans, and refreshed the drinks of everyone else. While he did this, and while idle small talk filtered around the room, Mavis checked out the couple sitting near her. Both were dressed casually, Mike in a sweater and jeans and the red-headed Lana in a loose-fitting dress that came down to her ankles. Loose-fitting as the outfit was, though, her firm round breasts arched proudly against the material, and Mavis felt sure that she wore nothing underneath.

Helen got the conversation rolling in the right direction by saying, "So you kids are on your honeymoon! How does the married life feel?"

Mike pulled out a joint of his own and lit it.

"Oh, just great," he said. "Although it's not that different for us from before. See, we were living together for about a year before we were married."

Lou gave a good-natured laugh. "Had to try each other out... in all kinds of ways, eh?"

In another setting, the remark might have been in bad taste, but not here. Everyone was enjoying each other's company, all of their defenses were down, and the comedy movie had injected a laughing, good humor into the atmosphere.

"Oh, that is important," said Lana, softly. "Mike and I are perfectly matched... in every way."

"Yes, yes, it's very important," Lou continued. "Helen and I love sex. I mean it's true, right, so we might as well say it."

"I think it's wonderful that you can say it," said Billy.

"I do too," nodded Mavis. "You two really seem well adjusted to each other sexually. It's... it's not something dirty with you, to be snickered at, but a really healthy way of expressing yourselves."

"No sexual inhibitions with us, that's for sure," agreed Helen. "Sex is beautiful. We love it. We love having it, reading about it, we even have a number of porn films in our collection."

Debby gave a little squeal of delight. "You have sex movies here?" she asked. "Golly... that sounds neat--"

"Yes, we have some of our porn stuff along with us," Lou said. Then he added, with a nod towards the Jordans, "But I really don't think, Debby--"

Mike Jordan exhaled a bit of pot smoke that he'd been holding and interrupted with, "Oh, don't spare us! We love porn as much as the next young couple." He looked at his wife. "You wouldn't get grossed out by some sex films, would you, babe?"

Lana Jordan was shy of manner, but in everything else the new bride seemed to be a more liberated young lady.

"Oh, not at all," she smiled. "I'd love it. We saw 'Deep Throat' six times, didn't we?"

"As long as the projector's up, why not?" said Mavis. "The kids are mature, aren't you, kids?"

Debby nodded, still infatuated with Jason. Billy nodded too, wondering if anyone could notice the hard-on that was throbbing to life beneath his tight jeans, pulling them at the seams. Being only fifteen years old, Billy had never seen a real porn movie, and just the idea excited him.

By this time, Lou MacCauley was standing at the projector, threading in another reel.

"Here's a little dandy called 'Caught By Daddy'," he said. "It's one of the better ones; hope you like it." He got a wolfish, good-natured look on his face and added, "If it really turns anyone on--and it usually does--why, the bedroom is just through that door there."

Everyone in the room gave an appreciative little laugh, and then the lights went off and the movie began. There was no soundtrack, and the only sound in the cabin now was the whir of the projector as seven pairs of eyes gazed at the screen and waited...

The flick began innocently enough, with an exterior shot of a middle-class suburban house that reminded Mavis somewhat of the one she and the kids had just left in Milwaukee. An attractive girl in her early twenties, carrying some sort of display case, came strolling onto the screen. She wore a very short dress and her ass and tits moved rhythmically as she walked up the path to the front door of the house and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by a handsome man who appeared to be in his early forties. The girl opened the case and showed the man some sample magazines she had for sale. He let her in. Inside the house, a young girl of about seventeen sat cross-legged on a couch eating an apple. The salesgirl walked in and the camera caught a shot of the man--apparently the young girl's father checking her out. Then the camera started at the girl's feet and showed the viewer what he was seeing.

The camera moved slowly upward, from the platform shoes the girl was wearing, along her lovely nyloned legs to where the dress began. She was nicely stacked and, from the way the nipples popped through the material, it was obvious that she wore nothing underneath. The camera stopped at her face, surrounded by full blonde hair, and it became apparent that she had been paying just as much attention to the man.

"She certainly is an attractive girl," said Lana Jordan, her eyes somewhat glazed as she carefully watched the camera take in the chick's figure.

She's noticing the girl, Mavis found herself thinking. Does she swing both ways?

Mavis took a quick look around the room. Debby was still paying more than a little attention to the dog. Billy, thinking that no one could see him or maybe just not giving a damn, was stroking the front of his jeans. Between them and Mavis sat Mike and Lana, with Mike closest to her. They had their arms around each other and their bodies were close. Mavis wasn't sure, but in the flickering light from the screen, she thought she could see a bulge at the front of Mike's slacks. It was a big bulge, and, remembering the length and width of it from the day before, Mavis decided that Lana Jordan was one lucky female!