Chapter 4: Beth and Karen Share Secrets

Karen was daydreaming as she drove to work. The October weather had warmed to 70 degrees and she was enjoying the wind as it blew through her short dark brown hair. She loved these warm fall days in Chicago. Life was good. The last several weeks had been interesting to say the least. Jim loved her even more now that she had had another lover. Life was curious sometimes. Who would ever imagine that she, a mother and grade schoolteacher, could have multiple partners, including a fifteen-year-old, and not feel guilty. There was a time when she would have called another woman a slut if they had fucked around like that. Well, maybe she was a slut, but she was having fun for the first time in many years, and Jim, her husband, was more loving and attentive than ever.

As she exited on to Grand Avenue off the express way, she felt in total control of her life. She looked forward to teaching school. She enjoyed the looks of other men. She liked making love to Jim. She even enjoyed wearing a slightly different outfit to school. Instead of a solid blouse under her suit, she wore a lacey camisole that revealed her bra. Yesterday she had worn a new skirt that was outrageously short for school. In fact Beth had commented on it, and asked her what had brought on the change.

Karen turned up the radio when Seger started singing Main Street. At the stoplight a young man was staring at her and she smiled back. Yes life was good. She was never going to be the old Karen again. She liked the new Karen, and apparently so did everyone else. As she smiled back at the young driver in the red Mustang, she dropped her hand to her lap. The tingle was there. She clinched her thighs and enjoyed the beginning of a tiny orgasm as the light changed. Now she wished she had worn a shorter dress. The suit plus the nylons prevented further exploration by her hand. She would have to rethink this wardrobe thing.

Beth met her in the hallway as she entered the school. Above the din of the students she asked, "Whom are you trying to impress with that lacey top. As if you have anything to show."

"Nobody has to look if they don't want to. Besides, you never know who might enjoy looking at my little pointy nipples, rather than your floppy ones."

"Well for one, your husband seems to like looking at mine."

"Jim is just a horny old man. He looks at any one willing to show off. Big tits and pregnant women. He may look at yours but he gets to suck on mine."

"Karen, I'm not sure what brought on all this change, but you are one happy woman now."

"We can talk at lunch, if you really want to know." She smiled and walked away, leaving behind a very curious Beth. She was hoping Beth would follow up with a more detailed question, there was a lot she wanted to tell her. As the bell rang, she hurried to her classroom and put aside her thoughts, at least for awhile. Beth would get an ear full at lunch. Maybe she would invite Beth over tonight for a girls talk, since Jim was gone for the next two nights. That might be fun. They were both already acting like young schoolgirls exchanging conspiratorial comments.

The morning class was wonderful. The warm October air came in through the open classroom windows and gave a freshness to the class that was reminiscent of spring rather than autumn. Karen felt wonderful and totally in control of her life. The children also sensed a new teacher and were both quieter and more respectful. It was 11:35 before she knew and time for lunch. She gathered the children and had them line up to go to the cafeteria.

She had butterflies in her stomach in anticipation of her lunchtime chat with Beth. She wondered how much she should share with Beth. It was almost enough that she had told her about her night of dancing with Bob. She really wanted to share more, not so much for Beth's approval, although she hoped Beth would understand, but more importantly she just wanted to talk about Greg and her night of dancing and her afternoon with a very young David. Quite frankly, Karen enjoyed thinking about her adventures and feeling the sexual arousal that followed.

She really wasn't hungry; instead she took only an apple and headed for the benches out front. She waved at Beth and motioned towards the door, hoping that Beth would understand. The sun had warmed the benches and the heat felt amazingly sensual against her bottom and the underside of her legs. She tugged her skirt up a little and unfastened the top two buttons on her jacket. She looked down and realized that her nipples were visible through her bra and camisole. She hoped someone would notice as she squeezed her thighs together and enjoyed the possibility of being seen.

"Hi, can I join you for lunch. I'm assuming that's lunch your having." Beth grinned and sat down next to her. "Who are you trying to impress with that great looking camisole and neat little bra? There's certainly no one around her that would appreciate it."

"I don't know about that. You noticed, didn't you?"

"Are you saying that I like looking at girls?"

"My boobs are no match for yours, but some people like looking at them," Karen answered.

"From what you told me last week, some people do more than just look."

"Isn't life wonderful? I should be angry with you for saying that, but instead it makes me feel sexy and pretty. I really liked people doing more than looking. Do you think I'm bad?" Karen asked.

Beth paused and looked down at the ground for a few minutes before answering. She took a deep breath and in a serious voice said, "I wish I could be that comfortable with my body. What you told me last week was more exciting than anything I have ever done or thought of doing. Aren't you concerned about consequences or what people might think?"

"No, not really. It's nobody's business what I do on my own time. Jim's opinion counts, but he likes the new me and so do I. I don't want to do stuff like that all the time, but an occasional adventure makes me feel good. I like sex and I like thinking about sex."

"Wow, is that really you, Karen?"

"Yes, I think so. Don't you ever want to do something crazy? Have you ever just wanted to go to bed with somebody and not worry about the consequences?"

"I guess so but I never have."

"Maybe you should try it sometime. I get so excited sometimes that I have to touch myself. Sometimes I can just squeeze my thighs together and... you know... I can... "

"You can orgasm." Beth completed Karen's words.

"Yes, I can cum. Do you ever do that?" Karen asked.

"Not exactly like that, but yes, sometimes I need release." Beth was a little uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking and decided to change it. "So have you had any new adventures?"

"Maybe. Jim's gone for a few days. Do you want to come over Saturday? We can talk about all kinds of things."

"Sure, what time."

"I don't care. How about 1:00? Bring your swimsuit and we can get some sun."

"Okay. Hey, I've got to get back to class. See you Saturday."

The next couple of days passed quickly. Karen enjoyed the last few warm days of the year. She felt more like a woman and less like a mom. Jim had left on Friday morning. She missed him when he was gone, but she also enjoyed the freedom of being alone in the house. She never took advantage of the freedom, well almost never, but she liked the opportunities that it supplied.

There were a dozen things that had to be done around the house before winter, somehow this weekend Karen didn't really care. She was husband and childless for a few days, and the weather was deliciously wonderful. She picked up around the house last night before going to bed. This morning, however was different. She ate breakfast in her nightgown and didn't dress until noon. After taking a late shower, she slipped on a pair of bikini underwear and a light cotton dress. She smiled to herself in the mirror as she bypassed the customary bra part of the outfit. No one was around but she felt sexy. So sexy that she spent an extra few moments staring at herself in the mirror.

The ringing phone broke the spell. "Hello."

"Hi Karen, it's me, Beth. We still on for this afternoon?"

"Sure, wouldn't miss it for the world. Jim's gone and the kid's at moms. Can you stop and get some wine coolers on the way, I'll pay you for them later... Thanks. See you in a little while. Bye."

After she hung up the phone, Karen went around and opened up the windows. The weather was wonderful, already in the high seventies. She swore to herself that this would be a day for pampering. She was not going to worry about all the things that had to be done around the house. She almost felt like stripping down. Jim was always trying to get her naked at home, and she always refused. Today was different, maybe if he were home today. She thought that maybe she would surprise him when he came home on Monday.

She looked at her figure in the mirror as she stood sideways and placed her hands across her tummy. She liked the way her nipples stood out against the cotton fabric; it was obvious now that she wasn't wearing a bra. She slid her hands down to her hips and stared at her tummy. She had lost 5 pounds; she was almost back to B.B. (Before baby). She pulled the fabric taut against her bottom and thought about taking her panties off before Beth got there.

Karen thought aloud, "Why do I feel so sexy, just because Beth is coming over?" It made no sense to her. "Maybe it's the weather and the dress. Bob liked me in this dress last week." Her mind drifted back to her 'date' with Bob. They had danced closely and he had placed his hands on her hips as they moved together on the dance floor. She had gone to the Ladies Room and removed her panties after they became soaked and when they danced again, he touched her down there. "Down there, what a silly euphemism. He touched my pussy. My cunt. No, I can't get too excited, Beth will be here in a minute."

Reluctantly she walked away from her reflection in the mirror. She felt the now familiar tingle between her thighs caused by her thoughts about Bob. She had told Beth the story about Jim sharing her with Bob. Beth didn't seem upset, only a little surprised. Maybe she would tell her about Greg today. She liked talking to Beth. Beth understood her, both as a teacher and now as a woman of the world. She certainly wasn't judgmental when they had talked. Maybe today she would tell Beth everything that had happened to her over the last few weeks. She only wished she had time to take care of that need between her legs before Beth got there. "Oh well, it will wait till later."

Just as she took one last look at her silhouette in the mirror, she heard the front door bell. It was a little early for Beth and she hadn't been expecting anyone else this afternoon. She hurriedly went downstairs to see who was there.

As she quickly opened the door, she was startled to see David standing there. "Hello, David, I had forgotten you were coming over to finish the yard work today."

"Yes, ma'am. My Dad just dropped me off. Hell be back around 3:00. Is that okay."

Karen didn't answer right away. She was thinking about the last time he had come over and caught her unawares. She had been lounging in the kitchen over a late breakfast when he rang the bell last week. She had been caught off guard and undressed. When she left the door partially open to get hem a glass of water, it somehow blew open and exposed her to the 15 year old. She had enjoyed the teenager staring at her after she got over the initial embarrassment. Of course he had done more than stare. Jim had come home and caught them fucking, but rather than being angry, he seemed to enjoy her open sexuality and choice of partners.

"Are you okay, ma'am. I can call my dad to come and get me."

"No David. That's fine. You know where everything is, so you can get started anytime. I think you can call me Karen, now."

David stood quiet for a moment as if he was uncertain what to do or say. " You look pretty in that dress." Actually he was staring at her breasts, which had taken on a life of their own and were pressing against the thin material of the dress. He looked up at her and blushed.

Karen blushed too. However she enjoyed the look and actually turned slightly so the nipples were even more prominent as she slowly became aroused. Last week had been extremely pleasurable, but she couldn't allow it to happen again. He was a boy, only fifteen. "Thanks, David. Maybe you had better get started now."

As he was walking away. Beth pulled into the driveway. She got out of the car with a big grin and waved at Karen. She too had worn a summer dress, despite the lateness of the year. However she, unlike Karen, had worn a bra with it. She also had a carry bag over her shoulder as she approached the front door.

" I'm a little early, but I was anxious to get here. I haven't had much fun lately, and was really looking forward to this."

"No, that's great come on in. I'm looking forward to a long girl chat, too. Sorry about the boy, I forgot he was coming over. Is that okay?"

Beth turned around just in time to see David take his shirt off. "I don't mind looking at young men. You got one for me?" She grinned at Karen.

Karen appeared to be on the verge of saying something. She wanted to tell Beth about last week, but then changed her mind. "No, he's my own private stock. You'll have to go get your own." They both laughed and went into the house together.

They talked for awhile. Then Karen went into the kitchen and got them both a wine cooler. Karen relaxed on the couch and Beth set across from her in the big chair. After a few minutes of silence, Beth finally asked, "So tell me, what's up with all this wild woman stuff."

Karen had waited for this moment and after getting Beth's solemn vow not to tell anyone, even her husband, she began tell Beth everything that had happened over the past few weeks. She retold the story of meeting with Bob at the dance club and going home to fuck in front of Jim, her husband. She told her about meeting Greg and Alan at Journey's End and going to their motel room. After a brief pause she also told Beth about David and Jim eating the cum out of her.

Beth listened quietly fidgeting in the big chair. She hung on every word. As she listened she clasped her hands in her lap. As Karen described her adventures with Greg, her hands unclasped and squeezed her thighs. When Karen got to the part where she was fucked by two men at once, Beth's hands reached the edge of her dress and pulled it upwards. When her friend explained how she was caught naked in front of David who stared at her breasts, her hand went to her breasts and gently weighed them in her open hands. When Karen detailed how Jim ate her after she was thoroughly fucked, Beth's other hand massaged her upper thigh.