Standard disclaimer—this story takes place in a world where STDs don't exist and only babies planned for and wanted do—in other words, a fantasy world. Any resemblance to real-life people is purely coincidental.
Chapter 10
Gwen returned to the barn to find Dart already unsaddled, Gwen noting with appreciation that her young friend had properly arranged both horses' saddles in the proper places. The two horses were turned loose in the paddock a short time later, Dancer making her annoyance over their disappearance known.
"How about a swim before I start making dinner?" Gwen asked as she shut the gate.
"Before WE start making dinner," Cricket corrected. "At least let me help you. I'm not fancy in the kitchen, but I've cooked for myself since I could reach the stove and most of the time I don't burn stuff. A swim would be nice, but I don't have anything I could wear. There's one of Daniel's business suits in the car that I picked up from the cleaners before...well, before, but no bathing suit."
"I'm sure we can take care of that. I've got some things that might be a little big for you but should fit alright in a pinch, and maybe Ali has something. C'mon in the house." The women crossed the yard to the kitchen and went straight to the master bedroom. "I've got a bikini top that might work for you," Gwen told the young woman, "and I'm not sure how you feel about wearing someone else's bottoms, so how about a pair of gym shorts?"
"If you clean your clothes as well as you clean your house, I'm sure the bottoms will be fine," Cricket told her. "I doubt a top of yours is going to fit me, though. You're pretty well-endowed compared to me. I'm in between an A and a B cup." The young woman began to volunteer that she would be fine in her sports bra, but hesitated, unsure how her host might feel about her husband seeing her in it should he return early.
"I'm just a B cup myself," the older woman said as she pulled a bikini from its hiding spot in her underwear drawer. "Try these on and—" she ducked into the closet for a beach wrap—here's something extra if you like. Bathroom's through there, just leave your clothes on the floor and I'll throw them in the wash before we eat."
The young woman looked at her uncertainly, then headed for the open door on the other side of the bedroom. "Be right out."
Gwen began to strip as soon as the door closed, ignoring the Lady's suggestion to use the other bathroom, the one with a lock on it, to change. She was settling her breasts into the cups of her own bikini when the bathroom door opened.
"The top's a little big, but it should work," Cricket said uncertainly. "Are you sure you don't mind me wearing this?"
"Of course I'm sure," Gwen reassured her. "Are the bottoms okay?"
"They're fine." Cricket eyed the older woman, and decided that Gwen's lack of coverup meant she could go without as well.
"Do you drink alcohol?" Gwen asked over her shoulder as she collected some towels and headed for the kitchen.
"Sometimes. Beer and wine. Mostly wine. "
"Wine it is, then. White or red?"
"Uhh, red, but please don't make a fuss."
A bottle and two glasses were collected, and the women went up the hill together. "What a lovely spot," Cricket said softly as they stepped through the gate.
"Thank you. Tim built it for me and the children right after KD was born. It helps that's he's a contractor—he called in some favors and he and his friends worked on it on weekends. We paid them in beer and got the materials at cost. The barn got here the same way, even before the pool."
"You're very lucky." The younger woman's tone made it clear that she was thinking of her own situation, and Gwen didn't know how to respond.
"Thank you," she finally repeated and handed Cricket a full glass. Gwen was the first in the pool, wading in until she was waist-deep. Cricket followed behind her, diving forward as soon as the water turned deep enough, a strong kick sending her gliding halfway across the pool floor before turning back to Gwen as the bottom fell off quickly. With a strong push, she broke the surface. The top was indeed a little too big, and the cups covering the young woman's breasts resisted the flow of water between excess fabric and flesh and pulled the bikini down. Pert breasts topped with delicate pink nipples glistened in the sunlight.
I guess she is a little smaller than me, Gwen mused as it took the young woman a moment to realize she was completely exposed from the waist up. "Whoops!" she cried, dropping back down below the surface while scrambling to rearrange the top and cover herself. "This is so embarrassing! I'm really sorry!"
Gwen laughed. "Don't be. They're just breasts. I have them, too—you saw mine, remember?" The Lady clucked reproachfully over the casualness of it all.
"Yes, but I asked to see yours—you didn't just up and flash me!"
"I offered to show you mine. It's fine, please don't be embarrassed. I've seen breasts before. As a matter of fact, if you're comfortable without the top on, feel free to just take it off."
Cricket eyed her curiously, as if weighing her decision. "No, I really shouldn't..."
"Then let me help you tie it a little tighter," Gwen told her as she began to wade across the pool. "C'mon, turn around."
The rest of the swim passed without any further wardrobe malfunctions, the young woman more cautious in her movements, Gwen talking with her as if nothing had happened. They had changed and started dinner by the time Tim returned.
The wine and fatigue loosened Cricket's tongue as the trio sat on the deck and ate, Tim clearing the plates while the women talked horses and riding, the failed marriage discussed in vague terms. The sun had set and the young woman's words had begun to slur a bit by the time Tim excused himself and made his way across the yard to bed down the horses for the evening.
"He seems like a really good man," Cricket said as she watched him walk across the grass. "Not that I'm an expert. You're very lucky."
"He is, and I am." More than you could ever imagine, she added silently.
"Did he, uhh, like it when you took those pictures?"
"I think he did, yes."
"No, I mean, REALLY like them? Like, did he, uhh, show you how much, in there?" Cricket flicked her eyes at the house behind her, and Gwen correctly assumed she didn't mean the kitchen. She surprised herself by not being too offended or embarrassed to answer.
"He did," Gwen admitted with a smile. "I was... I was nervous he wouldn't like them, but it made things—made me—more fun...which I think he especially liked."
"I was hoping I would be able do the same for Daniel," Cricket replied, again glancing back at the house meaningfully. "I'm the one who was looking for a little more excitement. He didn't seem to like doing...that...very much...kind of made it seem like it was a chore and that I was a pervert even for wanting to make things a little more exciting."
"A good sex life is important," Gwen reassured her. "It took me a long time to understand that. Just because you wanted your husband's attention in there—"Gwen's eye motion mimicked the young woman's and Cricket laughed—"doesn't make you a pervert."
"I bet if he would have been more interested if I had told him I was off my birth control...at least until he knocked me up..." the young woman's eyelids began to sag.
"How long since you last slept?"
Her eyes remained partially closed. "An hour or two a night since he left...wasn't sleeping really well even before that."
Gwen gently took the wineglass from her hand. "Time for bed. Sleep as late as you want, we'll ride whenever you feel like getting up."
Cricket didn't fight her, rising from her chair. "I'll try, I don't know if I can..."
Gwen smiled and led her to Ali's room. "I left one of her nightshirts on the bed for you. Bathroom's across the hall if you need it. Help yourself to whatever's in the kitchen. Sleep well." She smiled and shut the door behind her.
Gwen next stop was the laundry room to sort out Cricket's now-clean clothes. While her outer attire was top of the line, her underwear was worn and frayed, almost in danger of falling apart. She sensed the young woman's tales of young married life-induced poverty had not been exaggerated.
The owners of the house tiptoed through it as they prepared for bed, not wishing to wake their guest. On impulse, Gwen peeked in to Cricket's room, as she had for her own daughters so many times. The young woman had managed to change into what had been laid out for her but had not been able or willing to climb under the covers and now lay sprawled on her stomach, fast asleep. The shirt had ridden up to reveal the fact that Cricket had elected not to wear her shorts to sleep in, and Gwen looked down appreciatively at a well-toned bare bottom. With a smile, she took a blanket from a nearby chair and laid it over the sleeping woman to help keep her warm and preserve her modesty, then quietly shut the door behind her.
She found Tim in their bedroom, already lying down, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. She again smiled, remembering it had been months since he had worn anything to bed, then stripped down to just her t-shirt and joined him.
"She asleep?" he whispered, knowing Gwen had always tried to keep things as quiet as possible on this side of the house when Ali and KD had been younger, recalling the time she demanded he do something to silence the squeaking of the bedsprings during their Saturday night lovemaking sessions. She had not been terribly happy about the outlay of cash for the memory foam mattress that had been his solution, although he thought it a good investment if it at least meant him getting laid once a week.
Gwen nodded, paused as if in thought, then pulled down the front of his gym shorts and bent at the waist to deliver a kiss to the tip of his slumbering cock. The soft length began to awaken as she took the pink head between her lips. Now confident her advances were welcome, she worked at pushing down the waistband just far enough to give her complete access to his member while leaving the shorts on should they be interrupted.
Tim looked down at the head lying on his stomach, somewhat befuddled by Gwen's aggressiveness. Lovemaking when the girls had been here was always under the covers, in the dark, long after their daughters had gone to bed. And yet, the fact a guest—really, a stranger, lay sleeping just one room over didn't seem to bother her at all. He was only too happy to go with the flow this evening and his hand began to work its way between her asscheeks, headed for what was between her legs. "Aren't you afraid Cricket might come in?"
Gwen hips shifted to make herself more available to his exploring fingers. "She'll knock."
Despite the presence of their guest just down the hall, Gwen took her time, teasing and tempting and bringing him close to orgasm before backing him down, Tim pleasantly frustrated by this new tactic. It was some time before she stopped teasing and gave him his release, her husband's semen seeming to fill her mouth before she disposed of it with a gulp even as her tongue continued to clean his spongy head. The perverted act triggered her own orgasm, and she struggled not to clamp down on the flesh between her lips. Natalie's right, the Slut mused as his penis began to soften. Not too terrible to swallow. Not great, but not bad. A very slutty thing to do. The thought pleased her.
