“Yeah… yeah… good-bye Joan,” John stuttered quickly, his blushing face also showing relief. “Be back about six.” But in his thoughts he wasn’t so sure he’d ever come back. Maybe he’d just head out of the country. Shit, what was he thinking about, anyway?
Turning without a word, Joan dashed out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. Tears filled her eyes and she sat on the edge of the bed, her head bowed in silent despair. How could he have done it, after all they’d been to each other? She stared at the rumpled bed, saw the messy
cum-smeared sheet, and then, she shuddered with hurt and fresh tears began to flow down her face.
Momentarily, the young blonde actually hated her husband for what he had done, but her love overcame the anger and her heart began to ache with the suffering of betrayal. But then, she remembered what Sara had told her in the car yesterday… that if sex were done for altruistic or health reasons or fun… not emotional involvement.
Well, what now? Surely, John couldn’t stop loving her just like that! He must still feel the same way about her that he’d felt since he was fifteen years old! I have to accept this situation and use it to broaden my sexual knowledge, instead of letting it split us up, she thought.
Woodenly, the beautiful blonde wife began changing into her swimsuit, determined not to say a word to Sara or John. Just pretend it never happened, if necessary. Her husband would tell her in time. Two minutes later, she stepped out into the yard, ran to the pool, and dove in before her aunt could speak to her.
Joan knew she couldn’t possibly stay in the water forever, that she’d have to talk to her aunt, but she was going to avoid it as long as possible. Finally, though, she was forced to climb out. As she dried off, she asked nonchalantly, “Want a cold drink, Sara?”
“Here you are, darling, I’ve already made one for you,” the older woman grinned, “I couldn’t wait! I thought you’d turned into a fish.”
“I love the pool… it’s so relaxing.”
“Oh God! It’s too physical for me.”
Joan stared at Sara’s languorously smiling face, and thought sarcastically,
Joan tasted it curiously, then said, “Ummmmm, that’s good. What is it?”
“That’s my idea of a Mint Julep,” she laughed.
“I like it,” Joan lay back relaxing, closing her eyes as she let out a deep sigh. Just as her thoughts began to revert back to the incident between her husband and aunt, she heard Sara say brightly.
“Darling, you’re a very lucky girl. You have everything.”
“Yes, I have. And I’m thankful for it too,” the young wife replied, suddenly shivering at the thought of maybe losing her husband… and to her aunt, at that!
“John is a wonderful man,” Sara glowed. “Thank you, darling, for letting me borrow him this morning.’ He is absolutely the greatest sexual athlete I’ve ever known.”
Joan couldn’t help herself! The tears began to fill her eyes and run down her suntanned face. “Jesus! Aunt Sara, how can you be so casual about it?”
“But, darling, I told you yesterday that it wasn’t wrong if there was no emotional entanglement. Don’t you remember? I just borrowed John!”
“That’s how
“Joan, you told me that you considered yourself a liberated woman,” Sara frowned. “Am I to believe what you say, or the way you’re reacting?”
“I don’t know. Oh God, I’m so confused.” Joan wiped the tears from her eyes, but they only filled up again. She was being a big baby, but she just couldn’t help it.”
“Look, honey, let’s not worry about what has already happened. No harm has been done!” the older woman cooed. “John loved it, turned on like a wild animal, but he still loves you… only you! Kept calling me by your name!”
Joan began to sob and then completely broke down in heart-rending tears. Crying her heart out, she covered her face with her hands and shook with despair.
“No… darling… please don’t do that… there’s nothing to get upset over,” Sara soothed the stricken young wife, patting her naked thigh, caressing her gently, as she crooned softly to her. “Darling, try to understand. I’ll help you”
Joan was too innocent to realize that the hedonistic older woman was interested in only one thing… her own physical satisfaction. The younger girl felt ashamed of her tears, as her aunt caressed her and soothed her painful outburst.
“I’m sorry, Sara, I really thought I was a liberated woman, sexually.” She swiped at the salty drops sliding down her face, and
sniffed to clear her head.
“It’s all right, darling, sometimes we live in a cotton shell unable to see anything except what we want to, until someone comes along to teach us different,” Sara explained, “I was like that once. Now look at me.”
Joan knew this to be true, because when her uncle was alive, Sara was a glamorous woman, but also an obedient wife. Her uncle had been a very jealous man, and Sara could hardly get out of his sight without having to answer for every minute of her time.
“But, I’m happy with John, and don’t really want another man.” Joan sniffed again, and drank the last of the liquid from her glass.
“Drink it up, darling, it’ll calm your shattered nerves.”
“Sure! John and I have even discussed it, but we aren’t interested in kinky sex… or so I thought.”
“Kinky? He didn’t think this morning was
“Aunt Sara, I don’t want to see him fucking another woman,” Joan said angrily.
“Look, darling, do you want to be free, sexually?”
The troubled young wife waited a long time before answering, then sighed deeply, and said, “Yes, I really do… and if… if John liked it, then I’d better prepare myself for it.”
“Well, lovely one, you’d better prepare.” Sara smiled in memory of the way the young man had dug the way her soft wet mouth had wrapped itself around his cock. Almost without thinking, she moved her hand up higher on Joan’s naked thigh, and caressed the soft skin in circular little motions, moving higher as she spoke. “Darling, let me help you to become a well adjusted sexual partner.”
“What do you mean, Aunt Sara?”
Already, the sensual older woman was becoming excited. She could feel the heated moisture forming in her pussy and dripping down the narrow crotchband of her bikini swimsuit bottoms. The thought of actually getting her luscious young niece into bed and turning her on to girl-to-girl sex for the first time made the 37 year old widow’s mouth water.
“Have you ever felt another woman’s breasts? Have you ever touched another woman’s vagina?”
“Oh my God, no,” Joan gasped. “That’s not being liberated… that’s perverted.”
“See, you don’t even know what true ‘sexual liberation’ is.” Sara still stroked up and down the young wife’s nakedly trembling thigh. “It means to be well adjusted in anything and everything sexual that happens between human beings. Anything goes as long as it’s pleasurable and doesn’t hurt anyone.”
“But, I thought… I thought… “Joan was really confused now. She wanted to be a part of the new generation… freed of the hang-ups society had dictated for hundreds of years… but this was more than she’d imagined. She could feel the tantalizing caresses of the older woman, in all honesty she had to admit that it felt good. She suddenly realized that it was even exciting… she could feel the warmth beginning to spread upward in anticipation from her loins, and was shocked to realize that this could be happening to her.
“Joan, darling, let me show you,” Sara whispered hoarsely.
“What do you want me to do?” Joan asked, hesitantly.
“You just let me show you, darling,” the older woman slid her lounge chair over closer to her trembling blonde niece and used her left hand to reach up to the brassiere top of the girl’s swimsuit. Slowly, she moved her fingers up underneath the skimpy fabric and began to massage the cool damp flesh of Joan’s proudly upthrust
