Chapter 2

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, Well 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!