Mark Williams - Dog-style wives

Everyone rushed to look, but Cassandra had disappeared into the cottage with Tom. They went back to their drinks and discussed the teenage members of their tight little community. Opinion was divided, as was usual when they got into the subject, concerning the advisability of sexual permissiveness for the younger set.

"I'm not too fond of the idea, myself, as I've said before," Rhoda commented. "We've gone to a lot of trouble and expense to have complete privacy here. Letting those kids in on everything is risky, even if their parents condone it."

"You mean that they might feel more… loyalty or something… to their own generation?" Shelley asked. "That they might blab about what their 'decadent' parents do for recreation?"

"Something like that," Rhoda admitted. "It just makes me a little uneasy. Maybe I'm getting old or something."

"Balls!" her husband said. "You've always been edgy about anything that might disturb your plans. But I disagree with you. From what I've seen of those kids, they've been brought up with a better sense of values than the type you're worried about. They have too much pride in their parents and themselves to shit in their own nests."

"I'm afraid I have to disagree with you, too, Rhoda," Ross told her. "On both points. After that tumble we had on the beach, I'm inclined to think you're getting younger, if anything! And as far as the kids are concerned, it's been my observation that sex is best handled like smoking, drinking, and all the other things parents do admittedly."

"Expose them to it at home, teach them moderation and whatever else is indicated, and they're less likely to get into problems on their own."

"I haven't been too enthusiastic about having them here," Shelley admitted. "But I'll have to agree with Ross. We've seen both kinds of parents in swap groups, and the ones who supervise their kids in learning how to drink and how to approach sex seem to have the best kids in the long run… and the least problems with them."

"Well, I'm not going to be the 'wet-blanket' type of holdout," Rhoda promised. "But you'll pardon me if I don't lead any cheers over their presence here. I know I wasn't ready at sixteen to play funsies with adults. Of course, I'll admit I was brought up quite differently…"

"That's the point," Jack told her. "They were brought up differently."

As they began to talk once more about swimming, they heard a car roaring along the beach road on the other side of the lake. The four hurried into their bathing suits and rushed outside, but the McNallys and Lafayettes had disappeared into their cottages.

"Andy!" Denise Lafayette's voice was incapable of sharpness, but its urgent tone contrasted the downbeat pitch he was used to, so Andy rushed to the front window to stand beside his wife.

"Aren't they darling?" she asked him, holding the curtain aside just enough for peeking out. Andy saw his daughter and Tom McNally walking along the beach toward them, both as naked as the day they were born.

"Being prejudiced," he said, grinning, "I approve of that description for our girl, but I just can't agree to use the same adjective for a young man with a hunk of meat like that dangling from his crotch!"

"You know what this means, Andy. Dur and Coral sent them to us like this so we'd know that it's finally happened. As if I'd not be able to tell from Sandy's face. Did I have that radiant look, Andy… after you took my cherry?"

"Now that you mention it, there is something familiar about the look on her face. Part glow and part… embarrassment, was it?"

"Yes, damn you! And for that reason, be careful. Choose your words. They're both bound to be nervous. How would you have felt if your folks had sent you with me to see my parents in the nude?"

"You kooky broad! We weren't brought up the way Tom and Sandy were, and after all, he's not coming to ask for her hand in marriage. He's just escorting her home after deflowering her; the nude bit is pure parental whimsy. He's indulging it because they've convinced him it's the kind of symbolic honesty that will meet with our approval. Sandy, too. You'll have to admit that both of them have grit to go along with it!"

"I'm glad it happened today, Andy. Now we all can sunbathe as we please. Everything's out in the open, isn't it?"

"Well… we know Peeping Tom's aware of the situation. But he's not the kind to tell Sandy unless she already suspected and said as much to him."

"Well, if he hasn't, I will!" Denise decided. "If she's mature enough to screw and face the music, she's mature enough to understand our way of life."

Denise let the curtain fall in place and opened the door as the nude pair crossed the porch, hand in hand. There was a faintly defensive look in Tom's eyes, and Cassandra was biting her lip nervously as she faced her parents in the doorway. But she showed her true worth.

"Tom Cat walked me home," she said. There was a hint of defiance in her tone, although her voice shook slightly.

"Tom Cat, huh?" Andy said over his wife's shoulder. "Sounds like a new name. You've had yourself some pussy, Tom?" His grin softened the natural harshness of his voice.

"The best, sir!" Tom replied.

"Then come on in and have a drink with me. I always enjoy drinking with a man who knows the best when he's had it."

"Thanks, but… well, I'm supposed to tell you that you're invited to our place for drinks. And I… Sandy and I've already had a drink. Could I have a rain check?"

"Sure. Okay, Denise, let's get undressed and hit the beach. You joining us, Tom Cat? Sandy?"

"Not now, Daddy," Cassandra said. "I've invited Tom to have a snack. We've been exploring on the cliffs and we're both starved!"

"Some kinds of exploring can give you a hell of an appetite," Andy agreed. He embraced his daughter, kissed her affectionately, and watched as her mother took the girl in her arms for a moment.

"Happy?" Denise whispered in the girl's ear. The mahogany tresses bobbed as she nodded silently. "Good. But the rules haven't changed, Sandy… just as I told you when I made you start with the Pill. It's one of life's greatest privileges, but you alone have to decide when to exercise it."

Denise released her daughter and immediately began to undress in front of them, just as Andy was doing. Cassandra grabbed Tom's hand and led him to the kitchen.

"Take your trunks, Andy!" Denise warned as her husband headed for the front door. "Remember what Dur said about those Oscars he stocked the lake with. I can't spare an inch of that cock of yours, just to feed the fish!"

Coral McNally, Andy thought, must certainly be one of the world's best lays, as well as one of its most beautiful females. Her natural strawberry-blonde hair was intriguing in itself, but her complexion was almost two shades deeper than one normally saw with that hair. And her eyes were the deepest green he had ever seen. It always gave him a hard-on just to look at her.

Against the white sand of the beach, Coral's body was even more colorfully enticing. Her svelte shape almost covered the doubled beach towel beneath her, it was almost the same color as her eyes, and it made the strawberry-blonde hairs of her cunt more prominent by contrast.

Andy heard the Cartwrights and Ordwells splashing as they swam close to the beach on the other side of the lake. Nearer, he could hear Denise squealing her enjoyment as Dur McNally began to stimulate her with some kind of foreplay.

Maybe it was just as well, Andy told himself, that the youngsters were keeping to themselves in the cottage. Not that their presence on the beach would really cramp his style, but he was sure that it would make him self-conscious right now. After he had laid Coral, Rhoda and Shelley just one time each, after the fresh novelty of this particular get-together had lost its initial impact, then he could screw any of them with any kind of audience.