A New Way of Seeing Things Ch. 07

"No, it's not that," Gwen replied, although the thought of her brother and his wife together both excited and disturbed her. "What's a—what did you call them?—a 'blue bunny' and a 'Mr. Majestic?"

Natalie smiled. "My vibrator—well, one of them—and my dildo." She could see the look of understanding on her sister-in-law's face. "My roommates and I named our toys when we were in school together, and I guess I've never gotten out of the habit. I take it you don't name yours?"

"Oh, I don't have any...anything like that," Gwen said firmly.

"Oh," Natalie replied softly, a tone of sympathy in her voice. "They don't work for you?"

"No no, it's not that! It's just that I...don't think they're right...for me," she added quickly, not wishing to offend Natalie over of her choice of perversions. "And I just don't, y'know, do THAT," she lied, trying to ignore the memories of earlier in the week.

"You did last week," her sister-in-law reminded her with a smile. "Speaking of which," she said as she lowered her eyes and her voice, "do you still think you're crazy?"

It took Gwen a moment to formulate her answer. "I guess not," she finally replied. "But I don't think it's normal, either, for me to think like that, or do those things...I'm my parent's daughter and my daughters' mother! What if they knew I was like that?"

"Hard to say with your parents," Natalie said thoughtfully. Every adult had their private side, and while her mother-in-law had hidden hers quite well, Gwen's father had revealed his. "But it's your life, not theirs. And frankly, please excuse me for saying this, but they are not the be-all end-all authorities on life, in my opinion. So as long as you and Tim aren't going at it on their couch, I doubt they would find out, and it's none of their business. As for your children, I'm willing to bet they're already doing the things you're afraid they're going to find out about.

Look, nature made sex feel good so we want to reproduce. Science made it so we can reproduce when we want and still feel good when we don't. Society, not nature, made sex something to be hidden and ashamed of. I trust nature on this one, maybe you should too?"

Gwen nodded, apparently unconvinced, and continued to stare at the table in front of her.

Natalie smiled. "So, did you tell Tim about your admirers at the mall?"

Gwen nodded again, unwilling to admit she had only told him about one.

"And, was he upset?"

Her sister-in-law shook her head. "No, I guess not."

"Did he seem more...attentive...after you told him?"

Gwen's memory flashed back to his request for his own viewing, and her submission to him the next night. "Yes, I guess you could say that."

Natalie smiled triumphantly. "I told you! Your husband got all hot and bothered thinking about some guy looking at his piece of ass! So," she said in her best conspiratorial tone, "when and how are you gonna do it again?"

"I'm not," Gwen said with a shy smile as she continued to look down at the pine boards. "It's wrong."

"Bullshit," Natalie laughed. "You like it, Tim likes it, whoever's seeing ya likes it, so if you do it, everybody wins. Maybe your husband might like to get in on it?"

Really, I can't," Gwen demurred, but her tone was not one of resolve. "We should head back down," She said, changing the subject. "You don't want to be late for work."

Natalie smiled, but said no more. The pair made their way back down the ridge, horses picking their way over the dirt trails until they were again in their paddock.

"Do you have time for a swim?" Gwen asked as she hefted her saddle onto its resting place on a nearby sawhorse.

"I do."

"And did you bring a suit?" Gwen asked with a mischievous smile.

"Well, I didn't think I needed one after last week."

"You don't. I'll go over to the house and get some towels and meet you up at the pool?"

"Sounds like a plan."

The women set out across the yard, the absolute stillness of the air making their sweaty clothes stick uncomfortably to their skin. Gwen went to her bedroom and chose the bikini this time, as much for her sister-in-law's approval as the feeling of daring it created, then grabbed an extra pair of flip-flops in case Natalie had forgotten those as well. Her robe remained on its hook and she headed up the hill.

Natalie's clothes were again hung on the fence, and the sound of splashing came from just up above. Gwen stopped at the gate and stared in amazement. Her sister-in-law was on her back, lazily kicking, her uncovered breasts flopping to either side of her chest while her equally bare sex peeked out between scissoring thighs.

Natalie saw her sister-in-law's approach and stopped her motion, treading water while Gwen hurried inside the fence, quickly closing the chain-link gate as if someone might see the naked woman in her pool.

"Hope you don't mind," Natalie called out as Gwen did her best not to stare while she hurried to the table to set the towels down. "I figured since you saw all of me last week, and I hate wet underwear...if I'm freaking you out, I can put them on."

"No, no," she said quickly, forcing herself to look at her sister-in-law. Despite the fact Natalie's treading kept just her head above water, the woman's nude form was obvious beneath the surface of the crystal-clear pool. She found herself wondering if breasts were buoyant—Natalie's certainly looked to be floating—and pushed the thought out of her mind. "You're fine. I'll put your towel right here by the ladder in case you need it quickly."

Natalie laughed. "Thanks, but I should be OK. I love that bikini. You look smokin' in it."

Gwen blushed, feeling exposed, but also feeling what she had hoped for when she chose it.

"Y'know," Natalie purred as she hooked her arms over the lip of the pool under where her sister-in-law stood, "it's just a small step from wearing that bikini to not wearing it."

Gwen looked down for a moment, trying to comprehend exactly what Natalie was saying while staring down through the rippling water at the muscular buttocks just below. Her mouth opened with a gasp. "Are you suggesting I—take it off?!" The nude woman looked up, squinting, and smiled in reply. "I can't do that! What if someone comes?"

"You would have worn your old-lady suit if you thought that was likely," Natalie reasoned. "and besides, you'll hear them way before they can see you."

"No, I couldn't..."

"Gwen, haven't you ever skinny-dipped before? In your whole life?" The woman shook her head quickly, lowering herself into a sitting position on the pool edge, legs dangling in the cool water. "C'mon, you'll love it—it feels so good!" Natalie pushed away, towards the other side of the pool, Gwen admiring the nude form as it moved away. "How about just your top? C'mon, live a little, for me? My towel is right over there if you need to use it..."

Gwen kicked her legs for a moment, looking around nervously. The Lady screamed her warnings, the Slut spoke in soothing tones. She confirmed with one more look what she already knew—that the workshop was not visible from here, so therefore she was not visible from the workshop—then quickly reached behind her back and pulled the knot. The strings slid apart cleanly and the garment hung from her neck, only gravity holding it in place across her breasts. She didn't dare to look at Natalie now, instead just reaching below her hair and pulling open the knot. Gwen caught the fabric as it fell away, flinging it to the pool desk while sliding into the water, out of sight, in one fluid motion.

Her already erect nipples tightened further at the shock of the cool water hitting them. Gwen's head broke the surface, the nervous woman carefully keeping everything from the neck down below the water, listening intently for the sound of trucks pulling up the gravel driveway. She looked across the pool to see Natalie beaming. "Good girl!"

The two woman enjoyed the cooling water, Gwen alternating scans around the pool deck with looks down at her chest, fascinated with the sight of her pink areolae refracted by the sunlight and sparkling water, reveling in the depravity of her act. Naked, outdoors! She had to admit, it did feel good to have her breasts free from any sort of restraint. If they were bigger, she mused, she might answer the question as to whether they floated. They certainly seemed to.

Natalie casually used her arms to move along the opposite edge of the pool. "Oooh!" the large-breasted blonde cried suddenly. Gwen was quickly on alert, ready to spring for the nearby towels with the potential for danger. Natalie, however, was not focused on anything in particular, rather just hanging on the pool side, her body now hugging the wall. She stayed that way for several seconds before she reluctantly reversed position to face Gwen, her body contorting to press her bottom against the poolside . "KD told me about that."

"Excuse me?" Gwen asked, still looking for signs they had been discovered.

"Oh nothing," Natalie replied. "Hey, did you know the outflow from your pool filter is at the right level to make you feel really good?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"It's like a liquid vibrator, if you know what I mean," Natalie replied with a smirk. "Well, much as I would love to stay in all afternoon, preferably with a naked cabana boy bringing me drinks, I have to go tend to a floor full of patients and doctors." Natalie slowly walked up the stairs at the end of the pool and to her clothes. Gwen watched nervously, planning her exit as her sister-in-law unconcernedly collected her things. "Hey thanks for the flip-flops," she said, walking across the deck. "I'm gonna go down and get my stuff out of the car. You getting out?"

Gwen splashed up the stairs and grabbed the nearby towel, hurriedly wrapped it around her body after deciding the top would take too much time to retie. Natalie has already stepped through the gate, holding it open for her.

"You're going down to the car like that?"

"Unless you think somebody might see me," her sister-in-law deadpanned. She turned and started down the hill, Gwen watching her full butt sway as only a woman's can. She in turn hurried down to the house and was content to meet Natalie in the kitchen. The naked woman breezed in, riding clothes disposed of, the bag over her shoulder her only covering and headed for the girls' bathroom. Gwen followed, her bedroom her destination, noting that her sister-in-law had not bothered to close her door. She looked back as she entered, and decided to leave her own door open. If Natalie's not worried about me seeing her naked, I guess I'm not worried about her, either. Still, there was a thrill that ran through her at the thought of being naked in the house with somebody else there, and she took her time dressing.

Her sister-in-law was in the kitchen when she finished dressing, pouring two glasses of tea. "Could we ride next week?" she asked between gulps of her drink.

Gwen was moved that she would actually ask to come over. "Of course," she replied simply. Moments later she was watching the small clouds of dust trailing Natalie's car down the driveway and she was alone in the house again, working hard to resist the urge to return to the bedroom and relive the pressure Nature had created.