Chapter 16

The council of war lasted another fifteen minutes or so; I called in Amy for the last five, because she was more of an ally than an enemy, despite her sex. We ran some ideas past her to see what the expected reaction would be, which tickled her on multiple occasions. Then Ed toddled off to deliver the good word. I gathered the 'family' in the living room and delivered marching orders...

"Okay, it's like this -- the nosy neighbor who has threatened to sic the police on me for things that go on here has the guts to ask if she can come over and get away from the heat here. Undoubtedly, she figures she'll get some dirt on me in the process. In discussions with her hubby, it becomes clear that this is a 'sour grapes' situation -- meaning that she isn't having fun and we are, so we should be punished. I aim to defuse this situation."

Nobody said anything. I swept my eyes over the group and continued, "We're gonna play dirty; I figure that if we give her enough rope in the way of temptation, she'll hang herself. That being the case, we're gonna tempt the living crap out of her. I'm going to ask some of you to try certain things, and if she proves vulnerable, I want you to carry things through to a conclusion. Since she's female, I'm not asking anyone -- male or female -- to do anything they haven't already done before -- with the possible exception of making a fuss over her old man..."

"What was that?" Jean raised her hand.

"Simply put, we figured she might be a little looser if she was a little pissed and had revenge on her mind," I explained, "That being the case, Ed is gonna drool on the carpet some over you girls -- and I'd like for some of you at least to flirt and tease him a little. We're not talking about fucking him; if I need someone for that, I have a volunteer. On the other hand, if you LIKE Ed and you WANT to do him, that's another matter..."

Jean frowned, so I added, "With the exceptions of Kate and Pete, who live here, you don't have to participate if you don't want to -- but I don't want you messing with the program, either. You can always opt out and toddle on home..."

Amy rolled her eyes, "Like I'm gonna do THAT!"

"Kate and Pete, you can just stay out of sight if that's how you want to handle it -- but I'm counting on some help -- she IS a threat to us, after all..." I insisted. Jean was giving me a look, so I confronted her directly. "The difference between her and you is that while you were content to do what you were doing and at worst leave us alone, she wants to hassle us all actively. I think that's totally hypocritical and she deserves what she's gonna get."

"What IS she gonna get?" Pete asked.

"Laid, probably," I grinned. "Would you like to handle it? That would simplify things a lot. If she has sex with you or Michael, she's screwed if she bothers us. I'll only wave the stick if I have to -- she'll probably figure out the fact that she's screwed all by herself. Same thing if she sticks her tongue in one of you girls -- or vice-versa."

"It's entrapment!" Jean erupted.

"So is a prostitution sting," I replied. "It sucks in guys who might or might not take advantage of a hooker just because the undercover cop is out there on display. They not only screw the guys who are actively hunting, but they suck in guys who weren't, but had the bait waved in front of them. Oh, and by the way, I'm FOR prostitution as a way to keep guys who can't get a woman for one reason or another from going nuts and raping or killing some chick on a bad day."

"They STILL succumbed to temptation," Jean argued.

"Clearly, you don't understand men," I retorted. "Besides, Cindy has the same chance -- or better. If she doesn't succumb, we have nothing -- just like the cops. If she does, she deserves to be caught." I gave Jean a look that said, 'So there!' She rolled her eyes, but shut up.

"What do we do?" Michael asked.

"Nothing obvious," I told him. "Be within reach periodically. Play it by ear. See if you can come up with a game that will get her involved -- preferably in a touchy-feely way. We're going to move to full nudity indoors after seven, just because it will raise her blood pressure and get her juices flowing. The official line is that being naked does not promote being promiscuous -- that's a separate thing -- but we're promiscuous, anyway -- or some of us are." I looked at Jean. "If some of you don't want to play, you can be the proof of the official line by acting totally above reproach -- but don't screw the pooch for the rest of us."

Jean rolled her eyes again. "When?"

I looked at my watch. "Now, in case they come back tonight. Cindy apparently has it bad due to the heat. It's pool time, anyway." I wiggled a finger and everyone got busy stripping -- some faster than others. I got out of my shit quickly and directed, "Put your stuff away somewhere -- we don't want it to look like we just dropped our drawers because she rang the bell." Then I headed back toward my bedroom to put my own shit away.

Pete followed -- and Michael trailed him. "She's old, isn't she?"

I thought about it. "Well, yes, she is, Stud. Hell, she's got a couple of years on me, I think. But, you know, I bet her pussy isn't old, and she's got bigger hooters than Amy or your mother -- AND she probably knows things about fucking that you need to learn! Older women tend to want dick more -- that's a freebie from me that you can add to your knowledge base."

"Why?" Michael asked.

"Well, for one thing, they know what they're doing and what to expect -- and how good it feels," I related. "That's half the battle. Young stuff has romantic notions, but they don't KNOW shit -- and they're scared. Older women aren't scared -- they've been there. They have nothing to fear and everything to look forward to."

Michael nodded. "What should we do?"

I shrugged. "Tell her you want to have an underwater swimming competition and want to use her as a marker or something -- and you have to swim between her legs..."

"Yeah..." Michael's eyes glowed as he saw the possibilities.

I chuckled. "Make up stuff as you go along -- you've got imaginations. You can probably get help from Amy -- definitely from Ed and I." The look on my face told him what I figured we would get in cooperation from the other two. I chuckled. "If you can get your mother to come out adamantly against something, your sister might pitch in."

Michael snorted. Pete grinned, saying, "Let's take our stuff downstairs." They toddled off. I wondered vaguely how much longer it was going to be before Pete asked me to open up that round little ass of his for business...

Just about everyone was ready when the doorbell rang. Amy stood on tiptoe to peer through the peephole and yelled, "Cletus! You've got company!"

I ambled into the living room and cracked open the door to peer around it. "Oh, hi, Ed, Cindy. Damned hot, isn't it?" They were standing there in swimsuits, Cindy's a demure one-piece in navy blue it seems like every woman has to have.

"Yep." Ed nodded. I knew from his poker face that he was enjoying himself already.

I made a point of noticing the paper clutched in Cindy's hand. "I see you have the release. Did you sign it?"

"Only one of us has to," Cindy countered.

"But that one ought to be you, don't you think?" I retorted. "Ed's not likely to complain about it."

She stood there sweating and looking frazzled and wanted to get snappy until she realized that it would fuck her up. "I guess. Do you have a pen?"

"I'll get one." I closed the door in her face, grinning. Play games with ME, would she? I collected a pen in something under twenty seconds -- and stood there for a minute and a half letting her enjoy the crushing heat of the evening sun before I opened back up and passed it to her. "Any questions?"

Cindy put the paper up against the siding and scratched her name on it. "What do you wear indoors?"

"Depends upon what's going on and what time it is," I replied, taking the paper and stepping back to open the door and reveal my state. "Come on in -- you're letting the air out."

Cindy was busy gasping and covering her face. Ed stepped inside and turned back to her. "Coming?"

"Oh, my..." Cindy's eyes glued themselves to my meatsicle -- which obliged her by expanding under the attention. She pulled them away and said faintly, "Already?"

"It's after seven," I noted blandly. "This is Amy -- she's a friend of Heather Cantrell's..." Amy sat demurely on the couch with her legs crossed until the Grovers were in fairly close, then stood to shake hands. Ed ogled her openly -- and she deliberately turned to give him a different angle on her tits as she shook Cindy's hand.

None of this was lost on Cindy, and she was preparing to attempt a behavior modification when I joggled her elbow, "You really need to get with the program so the rest of us are comfortable -- but since this is your first time, we have some customary methods of reducing the shock and embarrassment."

Cindy swallowed. "Like what?"

"Well, you'll be more comfortable once the sweat is off, and we find that things are a bit easier the first time if you get down to the required minimums in the pool. Of course, if this is all just too much..." I looked back at the door.

"No, no," she muttered. "Come on, Ed, let's take in the pool."

I led her into the kitchen and stopped them in front of the slider, muttering, "One moment..." then went over to the basement stairwell and yelled, "Boys! Adult swim!"

"Yippee!" The pair came thundering up the stairs and hit the slider in front of a dazed Cindy; being the age they were, they had stiff dicks bobbing in front of them. Michael turned to confront Cindy, "Aren't you going to undress?"

"In the pool," I covered for her, "She's shy."

"Well. All right..." Michael contrived to look miffed. Cindy stood there staring with her hand over her cleavage -- something I found ironic. I waved her through ahead of me; Ed followed, grinning. I felt a hand on my ass and looked back at Amy, who grinned, knowing I couldn't say much. I stepped back and gave her a peck on the cheek and waved her through.

I'd wondered where the other three females were; it turned out that Heather and Kate were in the pool, and Jean was lounging, absorbing the late day sun -- properly nude. Ed took his shot, sweeping past Jean and taking care to get an eyeful -- and get caught. I watched Cindy frown; THAT was going as planned... "Ed, we're not here to stare," she admonished, flicking me a glance. She knew and I knew that she'd been just as guilty -- but, hey, that was the purpose of the exercise...

I led them to the edge of the pool. "Okay. I've found that some people just feel more comfortable doffing their suits from inside the pool. Personally, I feel like you're getting the suit wet for nothing, but I've noted that it makes women happy, in particular..."

Ed shrugged, on cue. "You don't have to, though, right?"

"Nope."

"Fine." Ed bent and shucked out of his suit. The girls applauded graciously and with some restraint -- but it freaked Cindy, anyway. Ed headed slowly down the ladder for a couple of steps, exclaimed, "Huh! It's like bath water!" and moved on down the ladder confidently. He then added his stare to the rest of us as we put pressure on Cindy.

"I'll... do it... inside..." Cindy stammered, and made for the ladder.

"Fine. By convention, you have, what..." I started.

"Ninety seconds," Amy piped up. Cindy gave her a flustered glance and backed down the ladder. She backed away toward the center of the pool, watching me -- but I wasn't the threat; instead, Michael and Pete came thrashing up.

Cindy turned toward them, sputtering, "W-why...?"

"We're here to help," Michael announced, grinning maliciously.

"Do you want your hair to get wet?" Amy pressed, from behind them.

"N-no..."

"How are you gonna get that suit off without it?" Amy asked rhetorically. "Pull your arms out of the shoulder straps and the guys will skin you out. THEY don't care if their hair gets wet..." She eyed Cindy for a moment, then glanced at her watch, "Forty-five seconds..."

Cindy was WAY out of her depth; everybody in sight was the enemy and she knew it. She turned away from me and began to drag at the shoulders of her suit -- but the boys circled with her, so while I might not get the first view, they certainly would.

"Thirty seconds," Amy intoned.

Cindy's breasts cleared the suit -- not that I could see it -- and Michael opened his mouth to give a whoop, but I waved him to silence, so he limited himself to "Let's do it, Pete!" Cindy stood there nervously as each boy took a side of her suit and shucked her, ducking under water to do it. I watched her make the movements that were the visible indication that she was stepping out of the suit, then the boys broke the surface, Michael waving the suit and Pete yelling, "Hey, cool, you're REALLY a blonde!"

Michael yelled, "No shit?" and they both disappeared beneath the surface again. Cindy, looking horrified, spun toward me while obviously moving both hands to her crotch. "Cletus!"

I would be remiss if I didn't do a little bit of description at this point. Cindy was forty-five or so and matronly -- or perhaps Rubenesque. She had that shelving belly that comes to older women -- especially those who have borne children -- and softly fleshed limbs. She wore glasses and had thick blonde hair streaked with silver and grey, currently pulled back in a bushy ponytail. The face wasn't hard to look at if a little myopic behind the eyeglasses. The hands and feet were delicate, but she had thick ankles, one of which sported a gold ankle bracelet. Now that she'd turned to face me and was concerned over the boys seeing her pubes, that left a couple of melon-sized breasts topped with brownish-pink soda can-sized areolas and pinky-tip sized nipples exposed. What I'd seen of her butt in the suit was a bit blocky, too, but not horrendous or anything. Since I was supposed to be performing the duties of a gracious host, I clapped my hands and yelled, "Boys! That's rude! Apologize to Mrs. Grover!" when they again surfaced, quelling their enthusiasm. The ploy had done its job, anyway; Cindy was thoroughly demoralized -- much more so than any plan I would have come up with would have caused. I had to give Amy and the boys credit. As it was, the boys were now in her face delivering abject (and not terribly believable) apologies...

"Gee, Mrs. Grover, we're sorry," Michael piped, "It's just, well, you know how it usually is with blondes..."

"Yes, well..." Cindy honestly didn't know what to say.

"While it is admirable that Mrs. Grover's carpet matches her curtains, boys, it really isn't polite to comment on it. Give her a little space -- she's freaked out, I think," I admonished, climbing into the pool myself.

"I'm sure she'll be all right, won't you, Cindy?" Jean's calm voice sounded from behind me. I turned to see her standing beside the pool, fully exposed. "May I call you Cindy?"

"Um, yes, certainly..." Cindy took in Jean's dark, Asiatic beauty in it's entirely. "And you are...?"

"Jean Cantrell. I live next door..." Jean came down the ladder and advanced on Cindy, putting out her hand. I found it sort of amazing that they'd never bothered to introduce themselves to each other, but it happens... Cindy took it, bemused, and the girls took that as their cue to descend upon Cindy for further introductions -- except for Amy, who turned her attention on Ed. When Cindy surfaced from the social graces forty-five seconds later, Amy was visibly busy vamping Ed and Ed was just as visibly enjoying it.

The kids were operating as a well-oiled machine without any direction from me at all. Pete picked up on Cindy's expression of displeasure with Ed and waded right in to apparently wrap his legs around Cindy's left, pressing a hot teenage cock to her hip while he said, "Sorry for before -- my name is Pete! Kate is my sister. Can I call you Cindy, or do I have to call you Mrs. Grover? That sounds old..." Talk about ingenuous... I was amazed! More than that, it opened up a chance for Michael to duplicate his position against her RIGHT hip and deliver HIS 'introduction.' While Cindy allowed them the use of her first name, the rest of the womenfolk moved to surround Ed -- who appreciated it thoroughly. I was afraid he was going overboard; if we didn't crack Cindy tonight and they went home after this with her virtue intact, he was gonna catch Hell...

Well, I could bust that up or I could distract Cindy -- so I chose the latter. Wading in closer, I said, "Boys! Cindy, I hope they aren't bothering you too much. You know how it is, guys their age think with their gonads. Every new woman is a source of wild excitement. That's the benefit of the naturist thing, they get exposed to a few female bodies and get some experience which helps them maintain some kind of equilibrium later."

"Aw, Cletus! We're being good!" Michael whined, tossing me Cindy's bathing suit. "She's just new and different, you know? We're not hurting her! We're not bothering you, are we, Cindy?" He was rubbing her back, I was pretty sure.

"Well, as long as you don't upset her," I admonished as I turned and tossed her balled up swimsuit fifteen feet onto the pool deck. "She's new and very concerned about the whole nudity thing..." I turned back to catch her working her way through the realization that she was NOT going to be able to recover that suit without getting out of the pool.

"I'm... fine..." she muttered. She looked off toward her husband and the women surrounding him. I followed her gaze; things were thinning, but that minx Amy LOOKED like she was reaching for his cock underwater... They were DEFINITELY ahead of the curve and it could backfire for Ed. I decided I needed to head over there -- but as I turned, I heard Pete say, "Wow! You've got HUGE hooters, Cindy!"

Cindy's response was somewhat bemused. "Breasts, Peter. Hooters is, well, vulgar. Yes, they're somewhat large... I..."

I figured I'd better take a look at what was going on, so I turned back around. Pete was palming Cindy's left breast while she watched him, somewhat dazed. Here we go again... "Pete!" I admonished, "Did you ask Cindy for permission before you started groping her breasts?"

"Well, no," he admitted, "I was just..."

"It's... all right..." Cindy came to his rescue as the rest of us had all hoped she would. "He's just a little...impetuous..."

"Well, if you're sure," I replied. "You boys take it easy -- Cindy isn't a toy." I turned away to hide my grin; maybe Ed would be okay, after all. Given how the boys were rolling over Cindy, things might flow very quickly. I headed over to Ed, anyway. As I pulled in close, I muttered, "Take it easy, Amy -- we don't want any clear indictments of Ed for Cindy to use on him. The boys are going like gangbusters, but until one of them sticks a dick in her somewhere we don't want Ed guilty of much more than ogling."

Ed chuckled, looking over at his wife. "If they keep mauling her breasts, the water is gonna start boiling around her pussy." I glanced back over at Cindy; both boys were hanging off her like limpets, mauling her titties. She gave me a little guilty look and turned the three of them so she didn't have to face anybody. With her back to us, it was clear that she was holding the boys by their asses and they were bracing their upper bodies by holding each other's elbows behind her back. Ed waited until she was facing away before chuckling. "Us looking didn't keep her from letting them play..."

"How close are we?" I asked quietly.

"Close," Ed confirmed. "I'd have never guessed that they would get in under the radar so quickly."

"Well, you know she thinks this is a sexual situation in the first place..." I mused.

"And it isn't?" Ed chuckled. Michael's head disappeared from view and Cindy threw hers back. "Somebody is teething a nipple. She's done for, in my experience -- she LOVES having her nipples chewed. She'll be ready to fuck -- if she isn't already -- and she'll probably take the lead soon."

"Really?" I was amazed. "It's going to be that easy?"

"When we were dating, it was back in the drive-in movie days. We would double with other couples -- which was supposed to be safe," Ed related. "But if I got Cindy's titties out of her bra, NOBODY was safe. My buddy and I deliberately set things up so the girl he was dating was a slut, because once Cindy got going, stopping with me might not be enough. Most times she would just watch, or maybe reach in and play with the girl's tit or maybe jerk the guy off a little, but there were a couple of notable exceptions." He shook his head. "Like I told you -- we've been doing the same old thing for years -- she slowed down once we were married and had kids, so we never swung or anything, and you know how it is -- once they get control of things, they tend to shove sex to the back of the bus. But she's been obsessing over what's going on over here for a while and there's no doubt she's charged up -- and that look takes me back, oh, twenty-five years. The last time I saw that look she had her hand on an acquaintance of mine's cock -- she'd leaned over the seat while I pounded her ass from the rear. She sucked him -- and when I got done, she turned around and fucked him. The other girl got mad and left and I ended up watching."

"What happened?" I asked.

"She went back and forth, apologizing and trying to minimize the whole thing, then calling herself a slut and begging forgiveness and promising it would never happen again," he said. "For the record, it didn't."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I took advantage of it. I forgave her, but I didn't minimize it and I rubbed her nose in it some. It seemed like the smart thing to do."

I chuckled. "What did you REALLY think about it?"

"I thought it was hot. I thought SHE was hot. That little incident more or less put her competition on the street and I married her," Ed replied, "but since I handled it the way I did, there were no repeats."

"What have you done?" I asked.

"Just about everything," Ed admitted. "I was a jock -- basketball -- and pretty popular. I had a variety of chicks and more than one at a time and even gang bangs -- even after I was dating Cindy seriously. You know how it is -- a guy doesn't pass it up in the first place, and I had a reputation to uphold."

"Yeah," I nodded. While this might have seemed to be a detailed confession, my antennae were quivering. For one thing, you never tell all -- everybody has sexual secrets. Some people keep secrets from their spouses their entire life... "So, if she plays?"

"I'd be tempted to use it against her like the first time, but if it meant we could spice things up by swinging a little, that might be smarter," Ed said thoughtfully.

I shrugged. "So you don't care, really..."

"Nah. It's kind of hot. Actually, it's REAL hot!"

"Well," I opined, "it seems to me that if you drag your feet just a little bit you can probably have your cake and eat it, too."

Ed nodded, eyeing the collection of bodies that contained his wife. "Yeah, probably."

"The boys are kicking ass and taking names, so why don't we see how far they get?" I suggested. "I'm gonna get a little closer in case they need any coaching; you watch from here. Don't start anything with Amy yet..."

"Sure," Ed chuckled. "Like THAT's gonna happen."

"Oh, it's gonna happen, all right," Amy murmured so the other females in the vicinity couldn't hear. "I'm gonna get a big kick out of giving you a blow job while your wife watches. Ever had anal sex?"

"Yeah..." Ed choked out, his eyebrows nearly in his hairline from surprise. "Yeah..." I chuckled and moved off toward Cindy, leaving Amy and Ed and Ed's imagination to play.

I moved silently, so Cindy wouldn't know I was there. At one point, she flicked a glance back over her shoulder at Ed, but she wasn't counting noses or anything, just locating her spouse. Since Ed was talking to Amy and not apparently paying any attention, she didn't waste any time watching him. Cindy's exposed neck and shoulders held a distinctly pinkish tinge -- and I knew it didn't come from sunburn. "Oooh, that's nice," she moaned. Michael picked me up over her shoulder during a momentary pause in his attack on her nipple and grinned, then went back to what he was doing. Cindy wasn't holding the boys up any more -- but she was holding something and I knew what without looking. "I can't believe how long and hard you both are!" she breathed. I wish I could see them..."

"Why can't you?" Pete countered, "Everybody's naked. It's what we're doing!"

"I don't know..." Cindy muttered.

"We can sit on the edge of the pool and you can..." Pete began.

"No, I don't think so," Cindy backed away from the precipice. Blowing the boys in plain sight of everyone in the pool was going a bit far.

I got Michael's attention and waved and pointed back off over the deck toward the hot tub -- and, by extension, toward the slider. Michael got it. "We can get out and go off over there somewhere," he offered. "Then we can all explore without the water being in the way. Heck, we could even go inside..." He went back to suckling.

"Yeah, great idea!" Pete enthused.

"Yessss... Okay!" Cindy hissed. Obviously, she was over the peak and into the fantasy zone. Despite the fact that just about anyone -- herself included -- would characterize her as a child molester upon sober reflection over what she was CLEARLY anticipating, she wasn't to be deterred; they wanted it, she wanted it -- it was going to happen. I didn't have to read her mind; the way she headed for the ladder said it all. My radar said she was going to look around, so I waved my finger at the others and turned my back; three seconds later, I heard Pete clear the ladder and turned back to watch Cindy's somewhat blocky ass sway up the ladder behind him. I nodded at him and he nodded back, then shifted his attention back to Cindy. I drifted off to the side in anticipation of Cindy's next check; the boys didn't need me -- they had it ALL under control!

They didn't stop outside; I watched Michael lead the trio right to the slider and into the house. I held off just a bit -- until the slider closed -- then followed; as I padded across the deck, I looked back to see Ed on the ladder and Amy waiting behind. The boys had taken towels, but hadn't been in any hurry to use them; I wrapped one around my waist after a quick swipe, waiting for the others, then led them quietly inside. Cindy and the boys were in the TV room; I waved at Ed and Amy and we tiptoed past to my office. The pair of them was mildly confused until I fired up the surveillance gear -- then the light dawned.