Jon Reskind: The neighborhood pet

Once more, Karen worked up a smile. "Of course it is," she heard herself say, all that her curvaceous young neighbor had openly unfolded without a grain of conscience tossing wildly inside her own wrought-up brain… Cum a half-dozen times? God! Even once would be heavenly…! Heavy-hung husband…! Steve was as big there as anyone she would ever want to know! It was so long and thick… bigger than most, she'd almost bet, or at least an equal… wasn't it…? Wasn't it…? How could she know? It was the only one she'd ever seen, felt, or loved! How could an inexperienced girl compare…! Even if she wanted to…?

"Honey! You didn't answer me," Barbara said, half-smiling across the table at her with her lovely head cocked to one side in characteristic fashion. "You off in a dream-world on me?"

"I'm sorry, Barb… I guess I got carried away there for a moment… something I ought to do," Karen lied again.

"Well… what I asked you is, when are you guys putting in your pool? Last night, you said you were going to…"

"Oh, not until next summer, probably," Karen quickly replied, ashamed of her momentary lapse. "I really didn't intend to get carried off like that…"

"Oh, for God's sake, think nothing of it, baby. I get that way once in awhile, too. But listen, why don't you and Steve come over Friday night for a pool party. We'll have cocktails, steaks, and…" she leaned forward, covering Karen's hand with her own, "some exciting movies to stimulate the sensual blood-flow. Don just sold this estate to a real big-time operator who handles the distribution of stag movies. God, hon, they're wild… all the way… everything you can imagine with beautiful gals and handsome males! Sound like something…?"

"I ah… well, I'll tell Steve tonight when he comes home," Karen huskily responded, her own blood pounding through her at the thought. "I-I have to go by his schedule, you know…"

"Of course you do, baby," the enravishing brunette smiled, getting to her feet. "Now, I better run and let you do your thing. Sorry you can't go shopping with me…"

"Another time, Barbara… Tonight looks like a big night for the Smiths," Karen said, the urge to imply something sensual to her friend almost overwhelming her.

"Ahhhh… and I can see it in your luscious eyes, you blonde beauty! Okay, I'm off and running. Let me know about Friday, eh hon? And… and you might even give me a run-down on the big go tonight! I love to hear about other people's private sex-lives!"

Karen laughed. She followed her neighbor to the door and saw her out. At the same time, she looked for Satyr, but he wasn't to be seen. The devil had wandered off again. There was his bone, but he was nowhere in sight. Damn him…

"Bye, Karen."

"Bye, Barb… see you later."

The raven-haired girl smiled and waved, then she was gone… like Satyr…!

Something out of the ordinary had been bothering Karen, the dark-eyed Barbara thoughtfully mused as she crossed the pleasant street back to her own new home. Subconsciously, she added a little extra bounce to her gait plus a provocative waggle of fully rounded hips and buttocks, just in case there might be a man admiring her from some concealed vantage point. Of course, they'd only known the dazzling blonde charmer and her adorable husband less than two weeks, but that was long enough to learn considerable about a person's character and temperament. There was no question about it, the enticingly sexy doll had been mighty worked up over something… or someone, when she'd walked out of that washroom! Her cheeks had been flushed and she was still trembling when she poured the coffee, Barbara remembered, her own excitement growing. God, was it possible…? Could there have been someone hidden in there… a man, perhaps…? It certainly had taken her long enough to answer the door! And she'd rapped at least a half-dozen times! Well, if there had been, he was still there, but he'd have to leave sooner or later, and little Barbara was just going to watch from behind the living room drape for a bit!

Karen Smith having an illicit affair! Wow, now wouldn't that be something, though? Damn, if it were only true, the raven-haired neighboring wife eagerly speculated, making her way through the cool, well-furnished house to the living room where she could comfortably watch, wait, and think. There was still plenty of time before she had to change and dress for her shopping tour. God, Don would just flip if it were true, Barbara imagined, smiling to herself. She'd never known him to get quite as horny over the possibility of a new conquest as he had with Karen. Admittedly, the golden-haired angel had it all, looks, youth, and a perfectly breathtaking body, but she didn't figure that she, herself, was any slouch at twenty-seven.

Of course, that really had nothing to do with it as far as she and Don were concerned. They were very much in love and it was doubtful that any third party, even with Karen's or darling Steve's qualifications, could destroy that. Sex not love, was the secret ingredient that all of their swapping friends had shared and lustily enjoyed with them throughout the two years of their marriage. Not only had it added that needed spice to their individual lives, but it had actually put new zest in their own marital love-making. God knows, it was anything but a boring ordeal for her to go to bed with Don, and especially following a bout or two with some of the other husbands in their circle. Too often, a wife didn't really appreciate what she had at home until she'd laid down for a few of her girlfriends' spouses. And that was another advantage to their private, swinging get-togethers: the exciting exchange of new ideas, ways and approaches, or the actual teaching of a one-track minded husband, or half-frigid wife.

Anyway, the swapping around had certainly meant everything to her and Don's lives together. Being financially comfortable and having all of the luxuries that went along with money was not, in itself, enough, and both of them had realized it almost from the beginning. Sooner or later, the inevitable boredom was bound to set in, usually leading to shady little affairs which divorce attorneys thrived on, and neither of them had wanted that.

Oh, at first, she'd been quite bent when Don had come right out with the idea, the dark-eyed girl remembered as she continued to watch the house across the street, but being that she'd been enjoyable promiscuous all through her senior year in high school and the next four at college, she'd soon bought the program as a wild method of having her cake and eating it too. And so it had been for both of them…

A movement in the yard to the right of Karen's house caught her eye, interrupting Barbara's thoughts, but then she saw it was Satyr and sighed to herself. He was a beautiful animal, she mentally reflected, admiring his sleek, graceful actions. She remembered then that he, too, had come out of the washroom… first, in fact. If only he could talk… for if luscious Karen did have a lover tucked out of sight in there, the handsome brute would have to know who it was. Poor Steve, he'd probably fall apart if he ever suspected; that was the usual result when a new young wife or husband was discovered kicking over the traces. And he was such a loveable darling, too! God, how she wanted to get him into bed for an hour or so… and just maybe, this startling event, whatever, or whoever it might be, was going to make that a reality!

Don was truly going to soar when he found out… but no, she wouldn't say a thing until she was sure! Damn, who could it be? One of the neighbors, maybe? That didn't sound logical though. There were only a few and most of them so much older than Karen… unless she was one of those gals who nursed a secret penchant for older men! Besides, Barbara realized, she, herself, wasn't at all familiar with the couples who lived on the street behind Karen. It could be someone from there, a younger man she'd met over the back fence, or at the shopping center…