Chapter Thirty-five -- Independent Study II
"I'm going to take your dad some lunch," Darlene called to Jennifer. "I'll
probably be gone about an hour."
"OK, mom. Can Chrissie come over?"
"Sure. Page me if you need anything."
"We need milk."
"OK." Dressed in sweat pants and a T-shirt, Darlene jumped in her old car with
Dwayne's sandwiches and a quart of orange juice in a paper sack. The other sack
held her black 'fuck me' pumps. She parked at the shop, close to the first bay
door, which was standing open. Big electric fans moved the humid late summer air
but did little to cool the shop.
Still nervous about showing off her body, Darlene peeled off the sweat pants,
leaving her in stretch short shorts meant for someone a size smaller to wear in
a gym. It took a deep breath and a moment of contemplation before she pulled the
T-shirt off over her head. She had to reposition her big boobs in the tiny and
thin halter-top, because they had pushed out the bottom of the little garment
that hid almost nothing. Then she kicked off her sneakers and slipped on the
pumps. Taking another deep breath and releasing it, she stepped out and strutted
into the garage.
She heard a wolf whistle. The sound sent a shiver up her back. Slut was a new
role for her. She enjoyed it. The shiver ended up concentrated in her pussy. She
knew Dwayne wanted more than food. "Hi, Carl," she smiled. "Where's my hubby?"
"Taurus at the other end," he said, eyeing her body.
"Thanks. I brought him lunch," she smiled, holding up the bag and intentionally
walking down the yellow-striped path at the back of the garage, so she had to
pass by every bay. She felt the eyes of every one of Dwayne's co-workers on her
backside as she walked to the last bay. She felt excited, aroused by their
attention and her own wantonness. 'I wonder if this is how strippers feel?'
"Ready for some lunch?" she asked the body leaning under the hood of the Ford at
the end.
"If it includes you," Dwayne grinned, looking up.
"Whatever you want, lover."
"You look fantastic."
"I hope you don't mind that I gave the guys a show," she whispered.
"I love showing you off."
"Are you an exhibitionist?"
"No. But I hope you are," he smiled.
"I think I might be," she giggled bashfully. "When Carl, I think it was Carl,
but when one of the guys whistled at me, it got my juices flowing. Are you going
to fuck me?"
"As soon as you're out of those shorts," he smiled, opening the Taurus's door
and sitting her on the driver's seat so he could peel off the shorts.
"Won't... Aren't you worried that somebody will come?"
"I know I will and I'm hoping you will," he leered down at her as she lay back
on the seat.
"I mean, somebody could see us."
"Would that turn you on even more?"
"Gawd, everything seems to turn me on these days," she panted, stroking her
already wet and puffy pussy. "Especially you." It was a little white lie. Boost
his ego, she figured. It was the situation, the danger of being caught, having
sex in daylight in a relatively public place. The bay door was even standing
wide open. There was only one line where someone could see exactly what was
going on, and Dwayne could see if anyone was watching, but it was so naughty,
and Darlene was learning how much being naughty turned her on.
"Keep frigging yourself if you want to come," Dwayne told her, unzipping his
coveralls. "This will have to be quick."
"Yes, lover," Darlene panted. "Fuck me!"
No preliminaries. No foreplay. Just raw fucking. And a wild finger. But the
foreplay had started last night when Dwayne asked for lunch and Darlene's mind
started working. Putting on the revealing halter and the too small 'Daisy Dukes'
had heated things up between her legs. And the wolf whistle. And the crotch seam
rubbing as her hips swiveled because of the heels as she walked down the marked
path through the shop. Those things and everything else had her so ready that
thirty seconds after Dwayne's first thrust, Darlene was thrusting back, crying,
"Oh, yes! Fuck! Gawd, I'm comiiiiing!"
Dwayne had been close until his wife blew her top. He had to hold on tight and
concentrate to keep his cock buried inside her sopping cunt when she was bucking
and thrashing through her orgasm. He cooled just a bit as he held on, then
started going again as she panted, "Oh, yes, lover. Do me. Fuck me good. You
want my ass? No, come in my mouth."
Still excited, she dropped to her knees on the cool concrete, oblivious to
anyone who might be watching. She sucked hard, pumping with her hand as well as
her head. Dwayne couldn't hold out, grimacing, panting out, "Oh, Darlene. Yeah!
Suck it. Swallow my come. Here it comes! Oh, shit!"
She drank spurt after spurt from the pulsing flesh in her mouth, swallowing
quickly, loving the taste and the naughtiness, getting turned on all over again.
"Lover, please," Dwayne begged. "I've got to eat and get back to work."
"Darn," she pouted. "I know, but I can't wait."
"You'll have to," he told her. "I'll try not to be late tonight."
"I'll be ready. What would you like for supper?"
"You," Dwayne grinned.
"For dessert, maybe. We'll grill burgers."
"I was going to invite Steve and his wife over," Dwayne told her.
"OK," she agreed, a little disappointed that they wouldn't be alone, but then
imagining an orgy of four. Except for the kids. "I guess I better get home to
the kids before they get in trouble. And don't forget David's T-ball game."
"Oh, yeah. So what time will we eat?" he asked as he watched Darlene wiggle her
hips tantalizingly as she wiggled into the too-small shorts.
"Sevenish?"
"OK."
Dwayne watched and whistled softly as he watched his wife's butt cheeks rock up
and down as she walked back to her car. He smiled as he saw his co-workers come
out of their bays to stare down the walkway looking after her. He felt pride in
her, that he was able to catch her and hold her and love her, and that she loved
him. There was no way he was going to disappoint her. He ate his sandwich with
one hand, while ratcheting in spark plugs with the other, so he would be done in
time for David's game.
Darlene wore short-shorts to the game, but not quite as tight as those she wore
to the shop. She didn't want to scandalize the whole town; not completely,
anyway. The tank-top sans bra brought plenty of looks and a couple of soft
whistles from Dwayne and some of the other men.
David's team won. David even made a hit and scored a run, as well as catching a
pop fly to end the game. A bar-b-que was the perfect celebration.
Steve, the new guy at the shop, was nice. His wife, Tammy, was a little stuck up
and snobbish, a pretty blond with a big chest and even bigger butt. Darlene
decided to try to make some peace with the stuck up blond, asking, "Did Steve
tell you I brought lunch to my hubby today?"
"No," Tammy replied, sounding bored.
"Dwayne wanted a nooner," Darlene grinned. "I love him so much, I'll do whatever
he wants. And what he wanted was to show this old lady off to the rest of the
guys and make them jealous. Did you like my show, Steve?" Steve sputtered,
almost choking on his beer. "I wasn't always a slut," Darlene tried to explain
to Tammy, wanting a friend rather than an enemy. "I have to suppress my nature
sometimes to play good mommy, but Dwayne likes it when I act that way, so I do
it. It turns me on, too."
"What kind of show?" Tammy asked, curious.
"I wore a short shorts and high heels," Darlene giggled. "Really tight shorts."
"And no panties," Dwayne smiled lecherously.
"I knew you didn't just want lunch," Darlene laughed.
"Let's go," Tammy snapped out. "It's getting late."
"Loosen up a little," Darlene told her seriously but keeping a smile on her
face. "You'll have to play some games to keep your man around one of these day,
too. Us older women know."
Tammy shot daggers at Darlene with her eyes as she got up. Darlene just sighed
as they left. "Too much, huh?" she asked Dwayne.
"No," he replied. "Steve was hoping she'd learn something. They've been having
problems, money problems, sex problems, you name it. He says he loves her and
doesn't want to lose her but, well, they're like we were a year or two ago."
"I like it better now."
"Me, too," he smiled.
"Wanna fuck?" she asked in a whisper so the kids wouldn't hear.
"You've fucked me out," he replied with a smile. "But I'd be glad to eat some
pussy."
"How about if I just do myself with my toys?"
"If I can watch."
"Please do," Darlene grinned, gathering up the used paper cups and plates.
Dwayne helped pick up, then played Frisbee with the boys while Jennifer helped
finish wiping the picnic table. While they worked, Darlene thought about what
toys she would use to turn on her husband when they got back home.
-*-
Role-playing with a house full of kids was challenging. After slut, teen
cheerleader slut, and vamp, she ran out of ideas, so she sat down at the
computer and e-mailed GWU. Her classmates sent back a list of ideas but Darlene
had to confess that she missed a day of being a different person.
"You have to spank me," Darlene told her husband at bedtime. "I failed to become
a different person today."
"Then become my naughty little girl and stand in the corner with your panties
around your knees," he laughed. "That'll be a new role and I won't have to spank
you."
"Spanking kind of turns me on sometimes," she whispered to him.
And the sex after the spanking was spectacular.
-*-
The family couldn't really afford the trip to the amusement park to end the
summer, but they went anyway. It was another chance for Darlene to wear naughty
outfits in public while the whole family enjoyed the day. Besides, it was
cheaper on a weekday.
"So, you pick my outfit," Darlene told Dwayne.
"I wish the kids weren't coming along," he grinned.
"The trip is for the kids," she reminded him. "They're our first priority.
Everything else is gravy. So, what kind of gravy would you like today, master?"
"Let's see what we can find."
"Remember that they don't allow thongs. 'King's Dominion is family oriented.'
You'll have to cool it a little."
"But not much. OK, let's start with your new bikini."
"All right." It was pretty revealing and the bright yellow color would certainly
attract lots of attention. The underwired top supported her well. It made her
feel good about her body when she wore it, because it lifted and emphasized her
bust. Darlene believed that her breasts were her best physical feature, even if
they did sag a bit. Dwayne had clipped out the top's lining long ago. Darlene
didn't mind. While the bottom covered most of her butt, it was cut high on the
sides, giving an illusion of length to her legs. She laid the bikini on the
dresser.
"And these," Dwayne grinned, holding up her 'fuck me' pumps.
"My poor feet would never survive a whole day walking around in those. How about
the cork wedges? They'll give me the wiggle you like and shape my calves, too,
but they won't completely kill my feet. OK?"
"If you insist," he sighed good-naturedly. "And these shorts?"
"Sure," she grinned. They were white linen with flared leg openings in the
fifties style. She knew from experience that she would be showing off the bikini
in them, especially if she got wet, which was a certainty.
"And one of my tank undershirts."
"Maybe my bikini top will chafe and I'll have to take it off," she teased
wickedly.
"I can only hope," Dwayne laughed, pulling her to him. "Let's take a walk."
"We're going to be walking all day tomorrow. Let's get some sleep."
"I'm horny."
"How 'bout a quick blow job?"
"What about you?"
"I'm saving up my horniness for a huge explosion tomorrow night."
"We'll both be tired then."
"Guess I'll frig myself while I suck your cock."
"Want the vibrator?"
"Yeah. The one that plugs in the wall. Yeah. O... mmmf."
While sucking on her husband's throbbing prick, Darlene wondered how she managed
to stay married. Why hadn't she discovered the fulfillment of quickies on her
own? They needed sleep but they were both horny. Logic dictated maximum
stimulation. For him, that was his wife on her knees as he fucked her face. For
her, it was powerful vibrations. Oh, leisurely cunnilingus was nice, but never
quick. A year ago they would have argued and gone to bed horny, neither getting
the sleep they needed and probably spoiling the family outing.
Not this time, Darlene knew as her arousal rose quickly from the strong hum of
the machine. Dwayne was already scrunching his eyes closed. This wasn't going to
last long thanks to her skill. He couldn't tell, but Darlene was smiling around
his member, loving that she could pleasure him so efficiently while... Oh, damn,
that vibrator's... Shit!
Everything happened at once. All Darlene's muscles tensed at the same time as
she reached her peak. At that moment, Dwayne thrust into her mouth and held on
with his hands, blasting his first burst of semen into her throat. She gargled
it as she groaned through her own orgasm, bucking on the head of her vibrator as
she pursed her lips around Dwayne's cock to receive the rest of his load.
Four minutes and forty seconds, she smiled in satisfaction as Dwayne collapsed
on the bed and she crawled in beside him. Perfect. They were asleep in seconds.
-*-
Everyone was up at six to get ready for their day at the amusement park. Thanks
to laying out clothes and supplies the night before, they were packed and on
their way in record time. The kids were excited, especially when the family
minivan arrived at the gate just as the first cars were admitted.
They were stuck on Main Street until the rest of the park opened at nine,
milling around, browsing the shops. The kids were getting bored--all the kids in
the park, not just Darlene and Dwayne's.
Since her training at GWU, Darlene was much more open and confident about
everything. That included approaching strangers. "Jennifer, Donald," she called
to her two oldest as she approached a couple about her age who had four kids in
tow. Darlene guessed the ages as early teens, then a big break to three and five
or six.
"Hi," she smiled at the obviously harried couple. "I'm Darlene and this is
Jennifer and that's Donald. They think it would be absolutely horrible to be
stuck with their parents and the little kids all day, but I don't want them
going alone, and they won't stay together as just a pair because they're brother
and sister. Would you guys join up with them for the day? We can arrange to meet
occasionally so we mothers don't get too paranoid. Would that be all right with
you?"
The couple was momentarily stunned by Darlene's forwardness. "They're pretty
good kids. And your boy has had his eye on my incredibly cute daughter since you
first saw her, haven't you?" Darlene laughed. "That's OK. She doesn't realize
she's cute yet, and you're young enough to know she's cute but too bashful to
ever just come over and introduce yourself, so I'll do it for you. This is
Jennifer. Say 'hi', Jennifer."
"Mo-om!" Jennifer sighed, rolling her eyes and wishing she could shrivel up into
herself to hide after being totally humiliated by her mother in front of a
really cute guy.
"How old are you guys?"
"Fifteen," the boy beamed.
"Almost," his mother laughed. "In October." Now it was the boy's turn to blush.
"And his brother's twelve."
"Girls don't tell their ages or weights," Darlene whispered with a smile. "But I
think you're close enough. If you guys promise to stay together and meet, let's
see, at the Eiffel Tower on the Main Street side at one for lunch, you don't
have to hang around with your parents. Is that OK with you, mom and dad?"
"They'll certainly be happier. Well, let me introduce my boys, Jeremy and
Peter."
"Jerry," the oldest muttered.
"Take care of my daughter, Jerry," Dwayne said sternly, joining the group. "And
both of you watch out for your younger brothers."
"OK," both Jerry and Jennifer agreed, shyly glancing at each other.
"I'm Darlene. I was hoping to find a way to give my older two some free rein
without having to worry too much about them. I guess mothers always worry some.
I know I do."
"Me, too. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Janet and this is my husband Ron."
After receiving instructions, the four older kids took off as soon as the gates
were opened to the rides, saying something about being first in line for 'The
Outer Limits Flight of Fear'. With Darlene leading the way, the adults and
younger kids began to wander at a more leisurely pace. Janet and Darlene enjoyed
talking while their husbands absorbed the sights, especially their wives'
bottoms and legs although Ron couldn't help noticing Darlene's chest.
"Ron always wants me to wear less," Janet confided in Darlene. Their men had
half the kids on the Scooby Doo roller coaster while they watched their littlest
offspring circle a water tank in boats, bells ringing continuously.
"Guys are so visual," Darlene chuckled. "I let Dwayne dress me today. He has
this plan to get my top off after we get out of the Water Park."
"You're not going to do it, are you?" Janet's eyes were big, opened wide,
emphasizing the question.
"Yes, I am. Are you worried that Ron might enjoy the show?"
"But how can you? I'd be humiliated! Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be
judgmental."
"Go ahead and judge," Darlene grinned. "I'm Dwayne's slut for the day. I can
become just mommy again on Monday."
"Ron'd die if I went like that in public."
"So kill him with kindness."
"No, I mean really. He gets jealous when men look at me."
"Dwayne gets excited. He says I make him proud."
"You're beautiful," Janet said.
"For my age, maybe, but time is making it harder to keep everything in the right
places."
"I know what you mean. Aerobics three times a week doesn't seem to be enough any
more."
"I alternate with weight training," Darlene told her. "And I'm doing aerobics
every day. It's tough but it's working. I lost almost thirty pounds since early
spring."
"I can barely hold my own," Janet sighed, taking the hand of her youngest who
wanted to go through Yogi's cave again.
The two families ate lunch together before splitting up again. The next meeting
was to be at three in the Hurricane Reef Water Park. Everyone figured the heat
would be unbearable by then. It was.
"You're coming in," Darlene told Janet.
"I'll just take the little ones to Splat City."
"No way. You're supposed to be doing this as a family."
"I didn't bring my suit," Janet told Darlene.
"I have something you can wear," Darlene told her, fishing down into the
backpack she had carried all day.
"I'm too fat."
"Bull shit. You're just a female human who's over thirty. We all get a bit of
spread."
"I have more than a bit."
The argument continued for a few more minutes. "Ron will love looking at you.
Guys are like that."
"I'm embarrassed." Janet had finally slipped into the exercise shorts that
Darlene had brought to wear home. Then she looked at the top. "This isn't even
lined."
"I cut the lining out so my nipples would show for Dwayne."
"I can't wear this!"
"Come on. Let's give the guys a show," Darlene snickered.
"I just don't want to give the whole world a show."
"Screw the world. You're only married to Ron, I'm hitched to Dwayne, and they
deserve us. We deserve them. So your nipples get hard and push out? Janet,
you're cute. Let it show."
After more cajoling, Janet finally pulled the stretchy top on and bashfully
tiptoed out of the changing room without wetting herself in the showers. Darlene
showed Janet that her top was also minus its lining after wetting herself under
the tepid shower. Two minutes after leaving the changing room, both mothers were
soaked and showing off their erect nipples. Neither cared. They were having fun
with their kids.
"Your mom's sexy," Jerry told Jennifer as they waited for their next turn on the
water slide.
"So's your mom."
"I didn't think she brought a suit."
"That's my mom's," Jennifer grinned.
"You're sexy, too."
"Yeah!" Peter chimed in.
"How would you know, squirt?"
Jennifer hated admitting that her mother was pretty cool. Jerry was sweet and
just the right age and kind of cute. It was a lot more fun on the rides with him
than with her dad. Her mom wouldn't go on most of the roller coasters.
After a couple of hours in the water, both families found their skin shriveled
from the constant soaking. Darlene was surprised when Janet agreed to stay in
the skin tight exercise outfit. As she had agreed, Darlene stripped off her wet
bikini and pulled on the white men's tank undershirt, a white thong panty, and
her white shorts. The guys got quite a show when they took the little kids
through the showers in Splat City. So did anyone else who looked.
"I can't believe I'm showing off my nipples like this," Janet whispered.
"Ron's loving it."
"So is Dwayne."
"Guys," Darlene laughed. Sitting under a rocking bucket with Crystal as it
spilled water onto them, she looked over at the guys and laughed again. Their
eyes kept shifting from her chest to Janet's and back as if they were watching a
tennis game. It didn't even bother her when their eyes strayed to glance at some
other displays of female anatomy. 'He belongs to me,' Darlene thought. 'And I
love him.'
The families stayed at the amusement park until closing time. It was too early
for the older kids, but their parents were pooped and the younger kids were
cranky with fatigue. Crystal was asleep on her father's shoulder as they sat on
benches near the exits to let the majority of the crowd leave. Jerry and
Jennifer sat as far away from their parents as possible, holding hands, each
trying to get up the courage to kiss the other.
"I guess it's time," Ron sighed. The crowds had thinned. The last of their money
was gone, spent on glowing plastic necklaces.
"It was fun. I hope we see you guys again," Darlene told Janet. "Can I get your
address? And do you have e-mail?" She found a pen and wrote the information on
the back of a brochure. Then she gave Janet a hug and whispered, "Keep the
outfit. It's a cheap K-Mart thing. And now I'm going to stick my tongue down
your husband's throat so he'll be all horny for you."
Janet was shocked by the words. She was more shocked when Darlene plastered
herself against Ron and ground her body into him as she Frenched him.
Jerry was holding Jennifer, facing her. They glanced over to see if their
parents were ready and saw the kiss. Jerry hurried to press his lips against
Jennifer's before he lost his nerve. Jennifer let her tongue slip into his open
mouth, her first tongue kiss. She liked it. So did he.
-*-
Dwayne worked extra late on Saturday fixing a motor home for a family that was
passing through. Without his work, the family would have been stranded in the
middle of their vacation. "You understand, don't you?" Dwayne asked Darlene.
"If you weren't so nice, I wouldn't love you so much," she told him, although a
specially prepared candle light dinner was ruined. With her oldest daughter's
help, the rest of the family had turned the evening into a special time. He ate
rewarmed leftovers. Then Darlene treated him to a blow job in bed. She didn't
even mind when he immediately fell asleep. Not this time. There would be others.
-*-
Shopping for school clothes and supplies was especially fun with the new
openness between Darlene and her oldest daughter. They laughed and kidded and
teased as they shopped for bargains and bought special gifts for dad.
Luck was with Darlene when she went to register Crystal for pre-school. The
school needed teachers as well as people to help with the before and after
school programs. The administrator practically begged Darlene to come to work
for them. Crystal got to attend pre-school free of charge. The hours allowed
Darlene to be around for all the kids and earn a little extra money as well.
Darlene attended the graduation ceremonies with her GWU class, a story within
itself. Once her kids started school, the extra money from her job helped. A
lot. She budgeted it carefully. She deposited her paycheck into a separate
checking account, then set aside a little from each paycheck in a self-directed
IRA. She put some in savings for emergencies, and set aside some for special
things like holidays. It took discipline, but they continued to live on Dwayne's
pay. Life was great.
