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RP or REV? Thanks to Mike Ink's excellent work, this post of
the Good Wife University (GWU) story contains far fewer annoying
errors than the first post in early 1999. Since the story is
the same, I chose to call this a repost even though Mike found
and corrected lots of errors.
The original posting of GWU was interrupted when Eli's a.s.s.m.
went down. The final chapters were posted only to a.s.s. This
is the first post of the complete Good Wife University (GWU)
story to a.s.s.m., a prelude to the first part of the GWU Alumni
stories. In addition, a 'Prologue & Table of Contents' with a
list of all the GWU characters will be added to this post.
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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo
Chapter Twenty-one
On the Beach
Dwayne and Darlene woke up to the sounds of children trying to
cook breakfast. Both decided that it would be wise to provide
some supervision but they both needed to clean themselves up
first. It seemed wise to shower separately. A joint shower
might have caused delays and Dwayne insisted that Darlene go
first while he pulled on boxers to check on the kids.
This wasn't a hotel and she had no robe, so Darlene pulled a
yellow terry cloth beach cover-up over her head and tied the
belt before she went out. The cover-up was short, barely
covering her bottom.
"Sexy," Dwayne commented as he headed for the master bedroom's
private bath.
Once everyone was washed up and a breakfast of pancakes and bacon
was ingested, Darlene assigned cleaning chores to the kids and
sat down with her husband and a mug of coffee. He asked her, "So
what do you want to do today?"
Her answer was, "Jennie needs a new bathing suit."
"Let's see," he grinned. "Using John Grey's translator, that
means 'I want to go shopping', right?"
It was only eight o'clock in the morning but someone was knocking
on the front door of the townhouse.
"Yes?" Dwayne said as he opened the door. "Oh, hi," he grinned
when he recognized his wife's younger classmates. "Come on in.
Would you like some coffee?"
"We came over to see if you'd like for us to baby sit so you guys
can go off alone," Maria explained.
"I'd love coffee," Wendy said, pushing past the Latino girl.
"Hi, Dar'. Having fun?"
"Definitely," Darlene grinned.
"I'm surprised you can sit down."
"I had good teachers," she grinned. "I feel great."
"Was it.. good?" Jennifer asked in a whisper.
"Fantastic," Darlene whispered back conspiratorially.
"Different from school?"
"Definitely," she told her classmate. "First, a real cock is,
well, real. It throbs and pulses and moves on its own because
it's alive. I could have taken Dwayne's pulse if I could count
that fast. Or maybe it was my pulse. And then, when he cums,
it's like getting a mini-enema of slime that's kind of hard to
keep from dripping out, especially when your hole's well greased.
My stud was afraid he might hurt me so he used about a half a jar
of Vaseline."
"Did you get off?" Wendy asked.
"Not while he was up my butt," Darlene admitted to them. "But
I didn't need to. He licked me off twice, once while I held in
an enema and you know how intense that is."
"Did you lose it?" Maria asked, remembering the humiliation of
losing control.
"Almost but just a squirt."
In whispers, the four women shared secrets around the breakfast
bar while sipping coffee. Dwayne and the kids instinctively knew
that they weren't welcome except for Darlene's daughter Jennie
who moved in close with her orange juice. Seeing her standing
there uncertainly, the older Jennifer reached out and pulled her
in close, asking, "Do you understand what you're hearing?"
"Not all of it," the girl admitted.
"Give it time," Maria smiled. "You have plenty."
"So do you," Darlene told her.
"I know."
"Well, little Jennifer, you won't have to watch your younger
brothers and sisters today because we're taking over. You can
come along if you want," Maria informed the girl, remembering
her own puberty as an oldest of many children.
"We're taking her shopping for a new swimming suit," Darlene
told the women.
"I get to pick it, right?" Jennie asked quickly, furrowing her
brows into a deep V.
"Sure," Darlene told her daughter. "Ready to go?"
"And are you guys ready to go to the beach?" Jennifer called out
to the younger children who seem awed by her stature.
"Yeah!" they all yelled, jumping up to get sand buckets, towels,
and such. Then they ran to their bicycles and were off with the
three GWU students in close pursuit yelling for the younger kids
to watch for traffic at the entrance to the cul-de-sac.
"They'll be all right," Darlene said to her husband, trying to
also reassure herself. "Well, are we ready to go?"
"Only if I _really_ get to pick my own suit," Jennie insisted
firmly. "Dad wanted me to get one that made me look like a
little girl."
"A lady," her father said, trying to remain calm.
"She's growing up," Darlene reminded her husband.
"I know," Dwayne sighed. "And she wants to show everyone."
"Which she might as well while she has the body for it."
"OK, smarty," he challenged. "You get to approve her suit but
I get to pick one for you and you'll wear it, agreed?"
"OK," Darlene smiled. She knew he had something in mind. She
wasn't too sure she would like it but her husband was sometimes
overprotective of his oldest daughter and if she could loosen up
his control a little, then it would be worth it.
"And not just in the closet or the house," Dwayne added firmly.
"I said OK," Darlene told him, a bit miffed.
"You'll wear it to the beach."
"_OK!_"
The shops along the beach and boardwalk were expensive, so Dwayne
drove them out to where there were ordinary shopping centers,
malls, and discount stores. Although it was mid-summer, almost
everyone had already bought a swimsuit for the season. The
family was pleased to find summer sales everywhere and a good
selection.
Although she was already tall for her age and reasonably
proportioned for a teenager, Jennie insisted she wanted a two
piece suit cut high on the sides "to make me look taller" and a
top "that shows I'm real, that it's really me and not padding
even if it's not that much." She made herself blush when she
chose a couple of skimpy suits to try on and the salesgirl
guarding the changing rooms didn't help when she told Jennie
loudly to leave her underwear on when she tried on the suits.
Dwayne browsed through the lingerie and swimsuits. He wasn't
sure what he was looking for, but knew he would recognize it when
he found it.
They moved on, mostly because the women didn't like the sales
people or how the suits were displayed. Two discount department
stores later, they decided to try something different and stopped
at a store in a strip mall that advertised 'Thousands of Suits
Under $20' on the banner out front.
As they walked in, Dwayne immediately noticed a slender exotic
looking black woman in her thirties modeling a suit for a young
man who looked college age. They were all surprised when she
called out, "I'll be with you in a sec'!"
Hi," the woman said in greeting, "Welcome to 'Best Bod'. I'm
Candi. My sister, a couple friends, and I own and run it so
we know it well. Wearing our products is just a gimmick to
draw customers. We also design and custom manufacture some of
our swimming suits and we also have dance outfits, 'club wear',
and exercise clothes. We're all fitness nuts," she explained.
"So what can I show you?"
"We're just browsing," Dwayne told her.
"For which, or should I say who?" she asked, looking back and
forth at Darlene and her daughter.
"Both," Dwayne replied for them.
She smiled and looked at young Jennifer, asking, "Fully covered,
revealing one-piece, not so revealing two-piece, a bit skimpy,
really skimpy, or barely legal?"
"Maybe a little skimpy," the girl blushed, glancing uncertainly
toward her father.
"Why don't you start on the clearance rack. I bet your dad'd
love it if you found something for ten bucks," she said,
gesturing to some racks with big 'SALE' signs.
"Divide and conquer," a blond beauty in a stunning leotard and
heels laughed from next to Darlene. "I'm Celeste. Same
question. On a scale of fully covered to barely legal, where do
you want to start?"
"Just let us look around," Dwayne said, becoming exasperated.
"OK," the girl said cheerily, walking away to approach a teenaged
couple who had just come in. "Hi, what can I show you? Do you
want a suit that covers you up or shows you off?"
"The itsy bitsiest suit you have," the boy said, grinning.
"As long as it won't get me arrested," the girl added.
"And you get to choose it?" Celeste asked, raising her eyebrows.
"She lost a bet," the boy explained.
"Right this way," Celeste chuckled.
Dwayne browsed through some racks of suits, attracted by the
suits on the manikins above them. There really were thousands,
displayed on racks four tiers tall. Darlene looked around for
her daughter until the same woman who first spoke to them
approached, saying, "Hi, I'm Brandi. What can I help you find?"
"I said we're just browsing," Dwayne told the sales girl angrily.
"Brandi. And Candi. You're twins," Darlene laughed. "You
didn't tell her, hon'. You told her sister."
"Well, we're just looking," Dwayne snapped out.
"Go ahead and look," Brandi said, striking a pose with one hand
on her hip and another behind her head to show off the skimpy
cherry-red bikini she was wearing. "And you come with me,"
Brandi told Darlene. "He'll never find anything for you here.
All these suits are for girls with little or no top."
"I was looking for my daughter," Darlene told her, holding back.
"The cute brownette with the long hair," Brandi grinned. "I
should have seen the resemblance. She's back by the mix and
match section. I'll show you."
That's where they stayed. 'Best Bod Custom' was 32 styles of
top, 24 bottoms, and 16 colors in four different fabrics. Jennie
was looking at herself in the mirrors, semi-clad in a stunning
little dark navy bikini. "I like it," she giggled.
"But will you wear it?" Candi asked her.
"Here I will," Jennie replied. "I don't know about at home.
It's kind of small."
"Want to try this bottom?"
Dwayne tagged along. He cringed when he saw his daughter. She
was a knock-out in the little bikini. He felt embarrassed as his
cock filled with blood and quickly looked elsewhere until his
eyes fixed on his wife. "You need a suit like that," he told
her.
"Their coloring is similar so the color would be good, but their
bodies are different enough that it won't work," Candi or Brandi
told him. He had forgotten which was which. "Why don't you try
on the same suit and show him."
He had to agree. It was sexy seeing the sides of his wife's
boobs squeezed out the side of the skimpy top but not really
very attractive. It made her look fat and after six weeks of
exercise, she had lost most of her fat and was now just curvy
and, in his mind, gorgeous.
They blew Dwayne's budget. He let Jennie get the skimpy custom
fit suit plus a string bikini from the sale rack that wasn't
quite as skimpy, a boy-leg two-piece with an exercise style top,
and a stretchy tank-dress cover-up. He even sprang for 'jelly
wedgies', colorful plastic shoes with a wedge heel.
For Darlene, they chose a top that was one continuous loop of
fabric that was widened and shaped in appropriate places to
snuggle and support her breasts without pads or underwires. It
was put on like a vest with a simple plastic hook in front to
close it. Dwayne chose two bottoms, one T-back thong that was
illegal in many places and another that provided a little butt
coverage. Both had hooks at the sides "for easy removal,"
Dwayne kidded. And, of course, a navy tank-dress and jelly
wedgies like Jennie's were added to the pile.
Back at the townhouse, they changed. Dwayne reminded Darlene
that she had agreed to wear whatever suit he chose and he chose
the thong. Jennie picked her skimpy custom suit. Both women
pulled on their cover-ups for the bicycle ride down to the beach.
Darlene was acutely aware that her bottom was exposed as she
leaned over the handlebars and 'pedaled her ass' to the beach
with her husband right behind her on the tandem bike.
At first, Darlene and her daughter were embarrassed by the looks
that boys and men gave them. Leers. Ogles. Stares. But they
soon relaxed and even enjoyed the attention, especially Darlene.
Dwayne made sure that his wife's previously white skin wasn't
uncomfortably burned. That might ruin their weekend. He spent
the day rubbing suntan lotion on her exposed skin. Sensuously.
Deliciously. Wonderfully.
Darlene and her daughter joined Jennifer, Maria, and Wendy in a
beach volleyball game with four college age men that the women
had met. One of the young men had a fifteen-year-old younger
brother who was immediately taken with Jennie.
Dwayne said he didn't mind watching the kids. But he didn't
spend much time watching them, even when he was helping them
build a giant sandcastle. His eyes seldom left the area of the
volley ball game. Five gorgeous women. Jumping. Bouncing
breasts and fannies. He smiled. His wife was no slouch when it
came to beauty, her maturity contrasting nicely with the
youngsters' bodies.
Supper was uneventful. The younger students joined the family
for more sandwiches, chips, and veggie munchies, followed by
another trip to the beach to play in the surf until the sun was
nearly set.
The children all fell asleep early, exhausted by their fun at the
beach. All except for Jennie. She watched the end of an HBO
movie with Jennifer, Wendy, and Maria, making popcorn and acting
as the hostess.
Darlene felt restless. "Let's take a walk," she suggested to
Dwayne.
"If you'll wear your bikini," he challenged.
She agreed. The on-shore breeze was a little chilly but not too
uncomfortable, especially when Dwayne gave her his flannel-lined
windbreaker. He wore his all-purpose shorts that he also used as
swim trunks and a sleeveless sweatshirt with a hood.
They walked slowly down toward the beach, talking as they went,
covering every possible subject: the kids, camps, Dwayne's job,
money problems, you name it. Darlene blushed when a carload of
teenagers yelled, "Nice ass." They circled the block for another
look, the car moving at walking speed behind them.
"Dwayne, they're following us."
"I know."
"I'm scared."
"Don't be. They're just admiring that gorgeous ass of yours."
They could hear the comments.
"Geez, it looks like she's not wearin' nuthin'."
"Look at that wiggle!"
"Un-fuckin' believable. Man, would I like to get my hands on
those cheeks."
Darlene finally admitted to herself that she loved the idea of
having her body admired by teenagers.
The car turned up the beachfront lane as Dwayne and Darlene
continued onto the beach. Once Dwayne had turned his wife away
from the glow from the town's lights, his hands began to caress
her. He playfully moved behind her to cup her breasts through
the light jacket.
Darlene wanted to feel his hands on her, not through layers of
nylon shell, flannel lining, and bikini knit, so she unzipped the
jacket and unhooked the front hook of her top. Her husband's
hands immediately took advantage of the opening as he nuzzled her
neck from the back, whispering, "I want you. Right here. Right
now."
"There are people around," Darlene whispered back nervously. They
had passed two or three couples in the darkness, just vague
outlines. But they were there -- close.
"I don't care," he growled in a voice that was barely perceptible
over the sound of the waves rolling in. They laid down in the
sand which still held some heat from the sun so it was warmer
than standing in the on-shore breeze. Dwayne immediately tugged
down Darlene's bottom and began feasting on her pussy.
'Tension does it for me,' Darlene realized. She was nervous.
Scared. Afraid of being caught and arrested for public indecency
or licentious behavior or some such charge. Tense. And very,
very aroused. 'It must be tension,' her mind said as her hips
instinctively bucked up to increase the pressure from her
husband's skilled tongue on her very wet pussy. "Fuck me," she
begged him in a whisper so quiet he didn't hear the first time.
"Please fuck me now."
He heard her. He pulled his bathing shorts down his thighs and
buried his cock in the warm, wet pussy, amazed when he sank in
half way before even feeling any friction. One more thrust left
their public hair tangled.
So daring, writhing on the beach. Darlene felt every grain of
sand under her bottom as she ground her pelvis into her husband,
gasping at the feelings. She was going to come. She knew it.
No way to miss the signs. He was leaning up over her, his cock
pressed against the top of her sopping cunt, alternately
thrusting and grinding. And getting to her clitoris in ways that
normally required a finger or...
"Yeah, just like that. Shit! Fuck me," she whispered between
shrill grunts and whimpers of pleasure. "Oh, gawd, Yes!" She
was rocking her pelvis, grinding her crotch into her husband's
pelvis, rubbing her clit with the contact. "Yes! Oh, fuck,
shiiitt, da.. a.. amn!"
She clung to him, hump-bump-hump-grind-gasp, moving for just the
right amount of friction, of stimulation, of loving contact with
the man she loved. "Baby, oh baby, that was _SO_ good," she
sighed, quickly asking, "But you didn't come. How do you want
it?"
"Blow job?" he asked uncertainly, sitting back on his haunches.
"Anything for you, lover," she told him. He stood up and she
used his legs to pull herself to her knees.
"Don't make me wait," he told her softly, groaning through his
clenched teeth. "I need to come."
Darlene needed relief from the tension of being naked on the
beach, her bikini bottom discarded somewhere in the sand and her
jacket and top open so her nipples brushed Dwayne's thighs as she
slurped down on his cock and swished her tongue sideways as she
pulled back, firmly pressing his prick with her lips. All seemed
right with the world as a wave gently washed up, flicking them
softly with cool water as she ministered to her lover.
He didn't tolerate her sensuous fellatio for long before he
grabbed the back of her head and began panting, "yes, yes, yes,
ah, fuck, yes," in time with his thrusts, going faster and faster
until he shot hot sperm into his wife's mouth with a final gasp
of "aaaahh, yeessssss." Dwayne pulled her up into his arms
and hugged her tightly.
"Encore, encore," a male and female voice began chanting quietly
from the darkness only fifteen or twenty feet away. Their chant
was accompanied by soft clapping. And then three or four other
couples from different directions and distances joined in quiet
applause, an ovation of thanks for the sensuous performance.
Darlene clung to Dwayne, burying her face in his chest. "No one
could really see anything," Dwayne tried to reassure his sexy
wife. Then he teased, "Shouldn't we take a bow? Come on. Hands
up. 'Ta-da'. Now.. bow low."
Darlene knew what he was doing... and what she was doing. Once
everyone's eyes were used to the darkness, they could make out
vague outlines of the features on the beach and even the other
couples nearby. Lifting their arms also lifted her breasts,
showing those who were looking that her breasts were bare. Their
bow let her breasts hang down, silhouetted against the dim glow
in the mist and humid air. She wondered if anyone could tell
that her nipples were hard or that she was getting aroused all
over again. Could anyone see Dwayne's cock? Was he getting hard
again? Was he half as turned on as she felt?
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