Chapter 7

Shanti spent the next few days planning the seduction of Claire Walker. Getting into the woman's pants would not be a problem, she thought, however, bringing the woman to carnal knowledge of their daughter was another matter. Claire could not be convinced as easily as Drummond. Only under the most extreme of circumstances would this woman knowingly commit incest. Therefore, thought Shanti, it must be unknowingly. She smiled. Why not? it had worked once, it could work again.

That evening, Drummond came into the living room where Shanti was teaching Laura how to French braid. Her hands were deft and gentle and sensuously played in the girl's hair. Laura's eyes followed her father who smiled, then looked to Shanti. The Creole winked and nudged the girl slightly.

"Jody, how about we try out those new video games your friend at school loaned you?" suggested Laura, fulfilling her part of the conspiracy.

"Sure!" said Jody and the two left for Jody's room.

Games? Definitely, thought Shanti, but the games those two were going to play had nothing to do with video. Although, she thought with a giggle, Jody would certainly be using his joystick most of the night.

"Honey," said Drummond, "I just had a call from one of our managers. He wants me to meet him at the plant to go over a revision of the inventory system. I'll probably be gone a good while."

"OK dear. Just try not to be too late."

"Claire and I will keep each other company," the dark eyed beauty said innocently.

"Yes, good idea. See you in three or four hours," announced Drummond as he picked up his coat and exited the front door.

"Now, what shall we do?" asked Claire.

"I know," responded Shanti, "let's have a slumber party, just the two of us!"

"Aren't we a bit old for that sort of thing?" asked Claire. "After all..."

"Nonsense," chided Shanti, "we'll put on our pajamas, I'll make some hot chocolate and we can go to my room and talk girl talk."

Claire smiled, beginning to share the young woman's enthusiasm.

"That just might be fun. It's been years since I sat around with another woman and really talked."

"All right then," smiled Shanti, "I'll meet you in my room in ten minutes."

"No pajamas," laughed Claire as she entered the housekeeper's room in nightgown and robe.

Shanti wore a filmy chemise negligee which did little to cover her. Her breasts and nest hair were clearly visible for she wore nothing underneath. She smiled to herself as she noted that Claire's eyes scanned her twice and the other woman had trouble keeping her eyes off Shanti's melon sized breasts.

They sat on the bed and sipped the hot chocolate, making small talk.

Shanti put down her cup and picked up a hair brush.

"Would you like? I use to brush my sisters' hair all the time."

"Hmmmm, that would be nice," responded Claire, turning around.

Shanti stroked the older woman's hair with gentle long strokes. She could feel her quarry begin to relax.

"How did you and Mr. Walker meet?" asked the dark eyed beauty.

"In New Orleans. He was just finishing his M.B.A. and I was a senior in undergraduate school. We dated for seven months and about the time his career took off, he asked me to marry him."

"And you lived happily ever after," finished Shanti.

"Not quite. Within a couple of years he was a vice president, but so busy we hardly ever saw each other. I became despondent, lonely. It's no secret. I had affairs, became an alcoholic. Almost in desperation we had Laura and Jody. Maybe for the wrong reasons, the right things began to happen. Drummond took more time to spend with me and the kids and I had something besides my own loneliness to focus on. Gradually things got better. I quite drinking, haven't had a drop in over seventeen years.

"Then it really is happily ever after."

"Oh, I don't know. We still have our problems. I still think he spends too much time with his work. It's been rough with Laura away at college. I miss her so and I still fight the insecurities which seem to nag me constantly."

What? A beautiful, successful woman like you with insecurities?"

Shanti let her hand rest on Claire's neck for just a moment.

Claire blushed.

"I really don't know why. I have a good education, I read, I work out..."

"Your body is very attractive," interrupted Shanti.

"Why, thank you Shanti. A woman my age doesn't get many compliments."

"You should," smiled Shanti. "Beautiful women need to be reminded their beauty is appreciated."

"How true."

"Doesn't Mr. Walker appreciate you?"

"Oh I suppose. It's just that..."

"What?"

"He still spends a lot of time at the office. I guess I shouldn't feel this way, but sometimes I think he wants more than I can give and he seems distracted lately, especially the last few days. He's hardly even looked at me."

"We all get distracted at times, Mrs. Walker.

"You think so? And please, call me Claire."

"Yes, of course," said Shanti, setting the brush aside and beginning to lightly massage Claire's shoulders. Claire sighed deeply, at ease with this beautiful young woman who seemed to understand her as few others in her life had. She loosened the sash to her robe and slipped it off her shoulders so Shanti's hands could rub away the tension.

"We need distractions to keep life from becoming monotonous. A little variety can put some excitement back into a marriage or a life."

"You really think so?" asked Claire.

"Absolutely."

"But..."

"So many people, Claire, seem to always do what's safe, what's expected. Their lives become humdrum, bland, dull."

Shanti's hands now moved to Claire's back as, even through the silk nightgown, the massage was slowly becoming sensuous as well as physically relaxing. Claire suddenly realized her feelings were changing from simple enjoyment of the physical stimulation to a sensual pleasure as Shanti's hands would momentarily dip under her arms, the tips of her fingers close to Claire's breasts, then move in tantalizingly slow circles to the cleavage of her hips and back up again. Claire felt slightly feverish, a lump in her throat. Was it just her or was Shanti...

"Why don't you lie down so I can give you a full massage."

Claire felt Shanti's hands slide the straps over her shoulders and pull the nightgown down to her waist. As Claire lay face down, her arms folded under her head, she felt Shanti slip the gown down and off.

"Oh, I..." she started.

"Yes?" asked the Creole.

"Nothing," said the now naked woman as Shanti spread wonderfully warm oil on her back and legs and began sensuously rubbing in the oil from neck to waist.

"So you think everyone needs a little excitement in their lives?" asked Claire, picking up the conversation again.

"Don't you?" replied Shanti, her hands now moving tantalizingly up and down the older woman's legs, working in the oil and working Claire's temperature upward as well.

"I'd be afraid..."

"Being afraid is what keeps ninety-nine percent of the people in the world from doing what they would really like to do."

"But how..."

"First, by recognizing your needs and desires and secondly by having the courage to act upon them."

Shanti's hand found Claire's buttocks and began kneading.

Claire burned. She had never been touched like this by a woman. Shanti's massage was not only pleasurable, but was proving to be erotic and exciting as well. Claire felt her nipples; grow hard as Shanti's fingers worked their way down her anal cleavage, briefly touching pubic hair. Feeling a bit wicked, her breathing becoming more rapid, Claire spread her legs just slightly.

Shanti's hand was not long in again finding the forbidden area and this time her fingers momentarily made contact with labial lips.

It was electrifying. As much as Claire knew what was happening was wrong, she did not want it to stop because it was exciting, it was erotic and it was forbidden.

"We should all let ourselves go once in a while... just let it happen."

"Even when we know we shouldn't?"

"Especially then!" said Shanti.

"You're sure?" asked Claire, her voice full of trepidation, yet driven by need, "even something we've never tried before?"

"That is the best of all," smiled Shanti, her finger finding the woman's nest and slowly penetrating to find Claire's small mound of joy.

Claire's fears were suddenly overwhelmed by her own lustful desires. She grunted, then began thrusting as Shanti rammed her finger as far into the woman as possible, then brought it back to the clit for a rapid stimulation or two before ramming it deeply into Claire again. She kept her finger in the woman as Claire rolled over onto her back.

Still thrusting, Claire pulled the chemise off her seductress. Hands found breasts and suddenly she felt the fire of Shanti's lips upon her own, soft, sensuous and strong as Shanti's tongue forced open Claire's lips and violated her willing mouth. Shanti's other hand found Claire's breast just in time to feel the nipple suddenly harden.

"Oh!... Oh!... Oh Shanti!" cried Claire as the orgasmic deluge rushed over her. Shanti's fingers kept up their pace and twice more the housewife's body shivered uncontrollably with delight.

"Oh Shanti, I shouldn't have done this!" whined Claire.

Recognizing the game which Claire wanted, seemed to need to play, Shanti straddled Claire's body.

Claire looked into Shanti's eyes, her own afire with frenzied desire.

"You're going to punish me, aren't you?"

"Of course, what did you expect?"

Shanti grabbed two strings of leather from the nightstand and tied each of Claire's hands to a corner of the headboard.

"What are you going to do with me?" asked the obedient slave.

"You've had you fun, now it's my turn," replied Shanti, moving up to place her nest close to Claire's mouth.

"No! No!" cried Claire playing out the game.

Two vicious slaps across the face and the housewife was quivering, not just with pain and fear, but with sexual excitement.