A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 04 Ch. 01

Gwen doubted he shared her growing fascination with the male body, however. Muscular where a woman was soft, angular and rough where a woman was smooth and rounded, so different...and that thing between their legs! Long, short, fat, skinny, the ability to change size, shape and color on a moment's notice, had never really given the penis its due. As different as men's bodies looked, Gwen was sure each felt different, too...holding you, on you, in you.

It was not her husband's tongue that brought her orgasm but his body, strong hips pistoning his length in and out of her, pubic bone against clit. She clung to him as she climaxed, her legs wrapped around his midsection locking him in place. His breath exploded in short gasps as his pounding grew in intensity, and she basked in her post-orgasmic glow as he grunted after one final push and buried himself deeply. Tim gave a little reflexive thrust with each pulse, Gwen imagining his seed filling her in milky spurts.

Spent, Tim lay like that for some time, catching his breath, face buried in his wife's neck. Back in the early days she would have been shooing him off her even as his last dribble left the tip of his cock; now she seemed to tolerate, maybe even enjoy, her body trapped beneath his. He stayed like that, nibbling her neck while she caressed his back and ass until his cock grew soft enough to fall from her. Only then did they separate just long enough for Gwen to hurry to the bathroom and then return to join her husband under the covers.

Her parents had been up for some time the next morning when Alison arrived for a ride with her mother. The young woman asked about their weekend as they sat at the breakfast table and got very generic replies; she in turn was equally bland and nondescript about the weekend at the house with Jason and as it turned out, only one friend. Marcus, a young man Gwen had first met at her daughter's wedding, was one of Jason's friends from school, a large, well-built extremely polite black man who had been on the football team. Unfortunately, his girlfriend had been forced to work the weekend and he had come alone.

Gwen waited until Tim had headed out to the shop before getting up to retrieve some things from the laundry. She placed them in front of her daughter and sat back down, watching and suppressing a smirk as Alison eye's widened a bit after identifying the items Gwen had retrieved from the bed. "Oh, uh, where did you find these?"

"I was changing the sheets in our room and found these between the headboard and the mattress."

"They must be Marcus's," Alison said while hurriedly stuffing the items into her bag. "We, uhh, gave him your room and Jason and I slept in mine," her daughter continued. "Sorry—we did change the sheets, though!" Alison continued to blush while Gwen's mind began to race, and she willed herself to at least remain outwardly calm. It had been someone else going through her nightstand, and the Lady was outraged that someone would trespass so brazenly. The Slut purred over the thought that Jason's friend now knew about her perversions, too, and whether they would be bold enough to discuss it.

"Before or after those got stuck where they did?" Her mother asked with a raised eyebrow before her expression softened with a smile. "It's alright. He probably tossed them on the bed when he was changing and they got stuck there." Gwen preferred to believe that's not what happened. What he did with the lubricant now that it wasn't intended for your rear end wasn't there made it very possible his briefs had been stripped off to allow him easy access to what was underneath. Gwen had seen and heard enough to know that lubrication sometimes came in handy when a man wanted to satisfy himself...had Marcus been masturbating in her bed? The idea that her toys had aroused him to the point he needed a release thrilled her. She forced the thought out of her mind and concentrated on the plan for the day.

Mother and daughter rode a good part of the morning in comfortable silence, each seemingly lost in their own not-unpleasant thoughts while enjoying the feel of their horses beneath them, mounts and riders reading each other's subtle signals and replying appropriately. The horses tired in the heat before their riders did and were turned around in time to arrive back at the barn in early afternoon.

"Swim?" Gwen asked as she put away the last of the tack.

Alison hefted her saddle over a sawhorse before turning back with a smirk. "Definitely. Is Daddy around?"

"I didn't see his truck...I think he's out getting a part for the tractor or something. Why?"

"Just wanted to make sure of the dress code..."

Gwen guessed at her concern. "I thought you liked to skinnydip? He HAS seen you naked before, Alison Marie."

"When I was six!"

"Up to you. I'm not wearing one. He's seen me naked before, too." The young woman shook her head and smiled at her mother as she strolled out of the barn. What the hell was this side of her the first twenty-odd years of my life?

Alison waited until she was up on the pool deck, out of sight from the yard below, before stripping down and hurrying into the water. Gwen appeared at the gate a few moments later and had apparently not bothered to wait. She carried only a small beach bag filled with towels and drinks, no robe to cover herself on the climb up the hill. She's so confident and graceful, the young woman thought as she looked on, beautiful and I hope Daddy tells her that. I'm glad she at least isn't covering up for the rest of the world any more...I see even the landing strip is gone, completely bare down there, she mused, just like mine. I wonder why she shaved? Can't be the same reason I did. Jason had always insisted on a clean-shaven pussy when he was in movie making mode, loving the way it made the shots of her being penetrated even hotter when he could focus on her lips being split apart at the moment of penetration.

"So, Cricket's coming over tonight?" Alison asked after her mother had joined her in the water.

"After work, yes. I'll probably hold dinner for her."

"Tell her sorry I missed her." They lounged for a moment before the young woman continued. "Has she had any luck in the man department?"

Gwen smiled and shook her head. "I think she's still trying to gain some confidence. Her ex-husband really made her feel like men don't see anything in her."

"I guess it's possible, but it's silly—she's very pretty and seems like a really nice person...Mom, you think, uhh, maybe she just likes girls instead?" Alison had never dared broach this subject before; growing up it was just assumed that if boy-girl sex was to be avoided under most circumstances, girl-girl sex was unforgivable.

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm sure she likes men..."

"But, would it be bad if she did like girls? Does it bother you if two women do—that?"

Gwen suppressed a smile. If you only knew..."No, of course not! If by that, you mean have a relationship that includes sex, then what you do with other people—man or woman—is nobody else's business. If it makes them feel good, and happy, and safe, that's all that matters." Gwen was mildly surprised at how adamant she sounded; she was not just trying to be the "cool mother", but actually believed what she was saying. I guess having done 'that' changes your views, she mused. "I just want her to be happy with whoever she's with, just like I would have been happy with whoever you chose, or KD when—if-she does!"

I'll make sure you remember you said that, the young woman thought, if you ever find out about some of the things your daughters or your sister-in-law have done. She couldn't resist pushing a little farther. "So, if I had married another woman, you would have been okay with that? Would Daddy have been?"

"It would have been a surprise," Gwen allowed, "but at the end of the day we both just want to make sure you're happy. And in a good place." She paused, then smiled. "Of course, you might have killed your grandparents..."

Alison laughed. "Yeah, the look on Grandma's face would have been priceless when I introduced her to my fiancé Rebeccah."

***

The sight of Tim manning the grill on the deck in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts caught Cricket's attention as she pulled to halt in the yard that evening. Gwen really is a lucky woman, she thought as she waved to him while admiring his bare chest. Please, please let whoever I end up with be at least half as handsome and sweet, she thought, although good in bed would be really nice to have, too.

As customary, a quick wave in his direction as she headed to the barn would have to suffice until she had let Marvin know she was there. Cricket did give him an enthusiastic hug upon her return to the house, and she found in Gwen in the kitchen making a salad to go with the steaks Tim was tending. Her friend was dressed in athletic shorts as well, her oversized tank top doing little to hide the pert breasts beneath whenever their owner moved. Cricket hurried to her room to change into something more comfortable, t-shirt and shorts with underwear thankfully discarded. The trio sat on the deck enjoying the food, drink and the last sun of the day until the sound of a truck crunching on to the dirt driveway beyond the trees broke the spell. Headlights splashed against the shop and Charlie Mortensen's battered pick up rumbled into view.

Tim ambled off the deck to greet his friend while Gwen and Cricket both did quick mental checks to ensure they were dressed. Charlie eased himself from the vehicle, shouting a greeting to his friend coming across the yard then waving to the women just barely visible in the dusk. Gwen waved back and briefly considered walking over to say hello but wondered if her lack of a bra might still be noticeable in the gathering dark and send the wrong message. However, she was not about to go in and put one on, so if he were to come up to the house...

Tim reached the truck as his friend was opening the tailgate, a grating screech of metal against metal before a loud bang. "Hey."

"Hey." Charlie reached for the apparent reason of his unannounced visit. "Been meanin' to bring this back to ya." He paused and squinted up at the deck. "That Alison up with Gwen?"

"Nope, one of Gwen's friends. The one who boards her horse here."

"No shit? She's a young'n, right? She hot?"

Tim chose to ignore that she was indeed his daughter's age and focus on the fact that yes, she was hot and occasionally shared his bed. Like tonight, if the other weekends meant anything. Suck on that, my friend! "She's cute, yeah," he allowed.

"Cute as in fuckable cute, or cute as in 'she's got a nice personality' cute?"

"For fuck's sake Charlie, do you ever stop thinkin' with your dick? She's good looking and she's got a good personality. You know girls can be both, right? You'd figure that out if you ever stop trying to make getting' in their pants job number one."

"I think with my dick cuz' it usually has some really good ideas. And yeah, I know girls can be both. I just usually don't look for the personality until after I get a chance to put it in her. She as cute as Gwen?" He could see Tim didn't have a ready comeback and continued with a laugh. "Shit man, you know I think your wife's cute—hell, she's hot, and yeah, and now that she's got a personality that includes fuckability...damn man, winner." He grinned and lifted his delivery out of the truck bed. "Hey, if you're gonna just stand around at least open the shop door, will ya?"

Gwen could just make out the two men disappearing into the building. "So are you staying the night tonight?" she quietly asked Cricket, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Is that alright?" Cricket squeaked, suddenly worried she had made some sort of etiquette faux pas.

The older woman giggled. "Of course it is. I was just asking given how quickly you disappeared last Saturday night. I was hoping you'd take us up on our offer to stay with us?"

"Oh, that!" Cricket's cheeks flushed. "I was, well, supposed to be watching Dart, and, uhh, that woman catching me in the pool like that-with Tim-I, uhh, didn't want to give her the wrong idea, if you know what I mean."

"I got the impression Michelle has seen far more shocking things in that house," Gwen replied calmly. "I got the feeling the things that go on there can get pretty wild."

The young woman's eyes grew wide. "You did? I did too! Do you remember how I went riding with the exercise riders after you were done posing?" She paused long enough for Gwen to nod before continuing. "Some of them knew where you and Tim were staying and kind of let on that it was pretty well known as a party house and that they would be very surprised if it was just you two there. I got the impression that it's set up for certain kinds of wild parties."

Gwen remembered back to what Tim's fishing guide had alluded to. "Really? What kind of parties?"

They didn't come right out and say it, but it sure sounded like, umm," she lowered her voice as if the men in the workshop might hear, "you know, sex parties. I really don't know what a sex party is like, but I can guess."

Gwen laughed. "Well I can tell you there was nothing like that while we there. I mean, you know that—you were there a couple of times."

The young woman lowered her eyes to the glass she was now fiddling with. "Yeah, well, I have a confession to make. I had another reason for coming over Saturday night. I know I told you it as because I wanted you to know Dart was okay, and I did, but I also kind of wanted to see if there was anything like what the riders were talking about was going on..."

"Oh." There was a pause. "And you were worried we might be doing something like that?"

"Not worried, no!" The young woman quickly replied. "Just curious if you and Tim were maybe with someone else..." She looked down, still unable to make eye contact with Gwen. "And if you were, maybe I might get a quick look. I guess I just wanted to see what a sex party looks like," she murmured. "You know me, I like to see you and Tim together like that...I guess I like being a peeping Tom. Pretty perverted, huh?"

Gwen laughed. "I don't think so, no. I mean, I know men like to see that kind of thing, I think in some ways they just have to," Gwen offered, repeating the mantra her mother had taught her so long ago, pleased to hear it sound reasonable rather than the accusatory and dismissive tone Irene Curran always used to pronounce her judgement on the matter. "So why can't women?"

"So you think women have to look, too?"

Gwen thought a moment. "I'm not sure about 'have to', but some of us like to, we just have more control over it than men. Or maybe we're better at hiding it," she added with another smile.

"Does that mean you like to, you know, look?"

"I thought I didn't for a long time, but I have to admit, I'm finding the human body more and more...interesting. So yes, I like to look, too."

Cricket seemed somewhat relieved by that. "Just at men, or women, too?"

"Both." They were quiet a moment. "So you left all of the sudden like that because there was no party?"

No, it wasn't that at all! I just—that woman, Michelle—she saw me naked in the pool, and there was Tim and you, and...then she asked if I was staying and I knew what she was implying and I kind of chickened out."

"So you'd rather watch than do?"

"Oh, I like doing, too..."

"Would you have stayed if you hadn't gotten scared?"

The young woman was silent for a moment, pondering. "Would you have been alright with her knowing that I was in your bedroom with you—and your husband?"

Gwen chuckled. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but sure, why not? I know Mrs. Danning expects her employees to be discrete, so I don't think anybody who knows us would find out. Like I said, nothing she saw seemed to bother her in the least. And she saw quite a bit. She never knocked when she came in our bedroom, you know."

"Really? Did she ever catch you two, you know, doing anything?"

"Once, and not so much caught as saw since we were in the shower and she brought us drinks without being asked."

"Ohmygod! What did you do?"

"Not much we could do...she didn't seem to mind, and I think Tim liked showing off."

"Did you? Like her seeing that, I mean?"

"It was exciting, I'll admit that...and now I have a confession to make. It wasn't once, it was twice." Gwen told the story of the massage in detail to a still wide-eyed Cricket.

"Wow! And it didn't bother you that she did that to Tim?"

"No, not really. I think I was glad for him because he was obviously enjoying it. And since it didn't seem to upset him in the slightest when she did that for me then fair is fair, I guess. Just like it doesn't bother me when you did that for him."

"It's always amazed me that you let me do that...I'm really glad you do, though," she confessed.

They sat quietly, shadows in the gloom of the deck as the men came out of the shop and Charlie got in his truck. With a honk of the horn and the blare of a muffler in need of replacing he was gone. Gwen rose and retreated to the kitchen as the dim outline of Tim made its way across the yard, returning naked with a beer in her hand as he reached the top stair. "What did he bring you to fix this time?" she asked with a wry smile while handing him the can.

"Just returning a sump pump he borrowed," he replied with a smile, glancing at Cricket to confirm she was still clothed. Had Gwen been sitting on the deck naked while Charlie was in the yard. His cock twitched at the thought.

"Did you test it to see if it still runs?"

"Fair question," Tim admitted. Charlie had a reputation for using equipment hard..."Remind me to do that in the morning."

"I'm going up to get in the hot tub for a little bit before bed," she announced "Would anybody like to join me?" Tim and Cricket were left on the deck, watching her swaying ass descend the stairs before looking at each other as if to see who would strip first. In the end it was Tim, but only after he had reached the pool deck, his shorts and t-shirt only taking a second to remove before he slipped into the water next to his wife. Cricket waited until he was bent over the tub's edge, his bare butt thrust out at her and dangling balls visible between his thighs, before she too slipped out of her clothes and joined them.

The conversation started out sporadic then ceased altogether, each enjoying the warm water lulling them into that pleasant daze before sleep. The Slut was awake, however, and in a mischievous mood. Gwen's hand crept to her husband's lap, landing lightly on his flaccid cock, then drawing a finger up and down it. The length awakened but Tim's eyes remained closed, confident it was his wife's hands from the direction it had approached, curious as to what she had in mind. She teased, bringing him to full hardness and keeping him there without showing any urgency in taking him further. Her thumb and index finger formed a ring just tight enough to force the head of his shaft through before they settled into the ridge below. She did this time and again, only sliding further down occasionally, always coming back to that ridge beneath the flare of his cockhead and squeezing.

Gwen's voice broke his trance. "Tim, would you mind going down to get us another round of drinks?" The fingers encircling his cock gently shook it as if to add emphasis to the request.

His mind whirled, trying to figure out the game she was playing while finding it hard to believe she was capable of playing one. She had obviously wanted him hard; had she done that to make him stall until his hard-on softened so Cricket wouldn't see it, or did she actually want her to see it? He hesitated and the fingers made another long stroke down, then up again as if to point out that they were not going away until he did.