John Friday: Captive wives

"Bring Janey along… she'll love it up at the lake."

"Only if there are lots of boys around. You know how girls that age are…"

"Er, no… not really," Alice said. "Things weren't so wild and free when I was growing up, and Stan and I haven't had children." She stopped abruptly, realizing she had drifted off the subject. "But there are plenty of boys at the lake. Most of those water skiers you mentioned are in their teens you know."

There was something snide in the way she said it, as though critical of Jana and her hunger for male attention.

"I know how young they are," Jana said. "And I remember how horny young cock can be – it would be a shame to waste it all on inexperienced girls."

Alice became catty without even thinking.

"I doubt that your Janey is completely inexperienced."

A reply rolled up to the tip of Jana's tongue. She was going to say, at least Janey would know how to keep her husband when she has one, but she caught herself in time. She didn't want to hurt her friend's feelings any more than they were already hurt. And Jana hated the way women can get so bitchy so fast. At times, it made her wish she'd been born with balls and a cock instead of a cunt and a sharp tongue.

"I think it would be good for all of us to get away for a while," Jana said. "We'd love to come!"

Alice smiled. "Do you mean, come… or come?"

"I mean both," Jana said with a sly grin. "What we did just now – that was just a warm-up."

She could not help thinking about all the rope there must be on one of those big houseboats. She felt sure that she could find some way to get Alice bound and gagged. Then she could teach her a thing or two, and at least partially satisfy herself at the same time. If Janey attracted some hot young cocks to them, that would be even better. She would love to watch Alice get fucked. Really fucked!

"That's great!" Alice said. "I know we'll have a great time."

At first she hadn't liked the idea of Jana's young daughter coming along. Alice didn't like her. She was a bold, openly sexy little bitch – always flaunting her ripe little ass and her high, firm tits. She'd been sniffing after Stan's cock since she was in junior high, when they first moved into the neighborhood.

But the more Alice thought about it, the better she liked the idea. Tying Jana and taming her would be fun. Making a helpless sex slave of Janey would be an absolute obscene delight. And Alice knew that somehow she would find a way to do both.

"Let's tell Janey about the trip," Alice said with a gleam of excitement flashing in her eyes. "I can hardly wait to see the look on her pretty young face!"

Janey Moran was in bed, pretending to be asleep. It was hard, because gales of astonished laughter kept rising in her throat. It was all her tight, smirking lips could do to hold them in.

Alice woke Janey early that morning, knocking on the front door so frantically that the young girl thought the house must be on fire. But no – she listened, and it was just Alice bitching about poor Stan again. Well, Drippy Alice had finally gotten what she deserved all along, Janey thought.

Drippy Alice – that's what Janey usually called her. Not to her face, of course. Janey didn't understand most adults very well, and she didn't understand Drippy Alice at all. She thought she was such hot shit ever since she got that job at the department store – having her hair done every week, wearing that fancy suede coat with the fox collar, driving her shiny new car. She must have thought she was shit on wheels!

But she'd gotten to know Stan well enough to knew that Alice had a cunt that was usually like a bucket of ice. Janey had enjoyed teasing him at first, brushing up against him when no one else was around, letting him get a quick feel of her cunt mound or one of her ripening little tits.

Well, horny as he was most of the time, Stan could only take so much of that. He did warn her, she had to give him that. He said: "Janey don't bait the hook unless you want to catch fish." But she got such a kick out of making him squirm.

One day she went too far when Stan was working in his garage. She did more than just brush against him, and he did more than cop a quick little feel. He glared and whipped out his huge cock. "Another thing, Janey – when you catch a fish you're supposed to eat it!"

That scared the shit out of her. His was the first real man's cock she'd ever seen. Little kid's peckers didn't count. Janey bolted for the door, but Stan caught her and dragged her back. She tried to fight him off, and that only excited him more. He finally had to tie her up, bare-ass naked there on his work bench in the garage. And he spent the whole afternoon teaching her not to tease.

Janey had crept silently down the hall and listened through a crack in the door to hear better what Stan bad done to Drippy Alice. And now she really was drippy. Janey almost laughed out loud when she heard about her getting a bucket of water thrown all over her face and hair.

If she hadn't been watching with her eye glued to that crack in the door, Janey would never have believed what her Mom and Alice did next. It just went to prove what she'd thought about grownups all along. You never knew what they were really thinking. It was as if they all wore masks to hide what was actually going on in their minds.

Janey couldn't wait to hear what they'd have to say about going on a houseboat voyage at Granite Lake. And she was even more anxious to find out what they really wanted to do once they got there.

The massive concrete dam in Granite Canyon blocked the largest, most beautiful river in the state. Water rose behind it to farm a sixty-mile long lake shaped like a giant hand witb its fingers spread.

The dam held back flood water that once threatened farms and towns along the river bank in the valley below. Its huge turbines sent electric power to cities all over the state. Piped water irrigated farmland that had been worthless before; it sprinkled lawns, washed cars and filled swimming pools in the sprawling subdivisions.

Granite Lake became a popular resort for water skiing, bass fishing and swimming. The marina had a large fleet of houseboats for rent for those who wanted to escape the crowds that collected around the main body of the lake and explore its long, twisted fingers. The dam did a lot of good for a lot of people… but it had ruined Judd Simpson and his brother Doolie. The water was three hundred feet deep where their house used to be.

Another Judd Simpson, their great grandfather, had fought Indians to homestead the place. He and three generations of the family lay buried on a little hill back of the house under the wide reaching limbs of a giant oak. In the year of the big drought, Judd and Doolie could just see the top of the old tree. It was dead too.

The state offered to move the bodies to a graveyard in town below the dam, but the Simpson brothers refused.

"Old Judd would hate being dug up and carted into town like a sack of manure," they said.

The state also paid them what it said the land was worth – about half what the brothers knew it should be. And they would not have been happy being forced to sell at any price. They both loved the river that used to be – lived on it and worked on it too – guiding raft trips through the rapids and swirling white water that rushed through the gorge.

They didn't leave until the rising water covered stones that had been the foundation of their house.

It had been bulldozed into rubble and trucked away. They jacked up what had been the bunkhouse when their grandfather ran a thousand head of cattle on the land. They built a barge under the thirty-foot building and floated it up to the far north end of the lake's long middle finger.