Vignettes
This second short story has no sequels, and you will understand why if you read it. Yes, it starts off cute and humorous, and there is plenty of stroke material, but the ending is dark and violent. You have been warned. Tags are group sex, non-consent/reluctance, loving wife, bad friends, badass husband, MMFMM, airtight, Water Moccasin, gangbang, and BTB&Bs. It should include anal, but you are only allowed ten.
Warning: this story is a combination of two stories that supposedly occurred in similar settings, with extrapolation of characters based on minimal development by the storytellers. It is XX rated for graphic hardcore sex, language, and violence, so persons of more delicate sensibilities should arrow back now.
Vignette 2 - The Old River Road
Working compost into the new flower bed and planting the dieffenbachia, geraniums, pentas, and pansies in groups sounded like a great idea in the cool of the early April morning. As the afternoon proceeded the temperature reached 88 and the south Texas sun was relentless, but there was a gentle breeze to help keep her cool. Elle wiped her brow with the back of her cloth gloves, stretched her back, and planted the last tray.
Gardening was hard work, but she enjoyed the hot sun on her skin, the taste of cold water, and knowing how good the flowers would look in a few weeks. And, truth be told, kneeling on the grass with her ass up in the air and the halter top letting her boobs hang loose, turned her on.
She was already feeling frisky when she assumed this task, which explained the skimpy, loose-legged shorts and open back halter. Unlike their home on Lake Travis, there was seldom any traffic on this road, but she knew any man that drove by and saw her would either run off the road or stop and stare.
Or maybe he, or they, would stop, sneak up on her, rip her clothes off, and take her in the grass, one after another. She bit her lip at the thought, and wished her husband was home: with this invitational getup, he would be fucking her doggy by now!
She wiped sweat from her brow and realized that she was hot and bothered, but it wasn't just the hot sun. The shorts had worked their way into her coochie when she was bent over, rubbing her clit and lips rather thoroughly, and the cooling air blowing under her loose top made her sensitive nipples hard.
She stood, stretched again, pulled the crotch of her shorts from between her labia, backed away, and admired her handiwork. One geranium needed to be moved an inch for symmetry, so she quickly bent over and made that correction. She stood again and walked along the rock border of the bed.
She needed a few more flat sandstone rocks, and the liriope grass was a bit thin near the end, but the border looked great, and the bed looked as good as she'd hoped. It would all look better when the plants matured, of course, but it was already so much better than the bare area by the front door when they moved in back in January.
Elle was so focused on the flower bed she was startled by a loud voice. "Girl, you look soooo gooood!"
She turned, very aware of the loose red short shorts and white triangle top she was wearing without a bra. Perfect for gardening in the spring warmth, but terribly scanty for conversing with three of her husband's horny friends, who were watching her from a K5 Blazer parked at the end of the sidewalk.
She considered them her friends too, but there had always been a sexual tension with them. In the two years since she married Ken, they had come to their house on Lake Travis dozens of times, and had shown up in front of the TV for the biggest games of the season. They had seen her in short shorts and bra tops, rompers, bikinis, and all dressed up in a cocktail mini, so seeing her like this should be nothing special; but the looks on their faces said different.
Sometimes they brought wives to the lake, but when they didn't, or the wives weren't around, they complimented, flirted, teased, and bantered with her, whether her husband was around or not, so the ruckus they were raising was no surprise. Anyway, the nearest neighbors were over a quarter of a mile away on this dirt road, so there would no gossip to sully the pristine reputation she had built in only a few months of living in Cowtown.
"Shouldn't you yahoos be at work, or at least doing something productive?" she inquired, head tilted and hands on her hips.
"We are! We're riding around drinking ice cold beer, checking the wildflowers, and admiring the scenery, which includes luscious girls in skimpy clothes! Wanta join us?"
"Ha! It ain't 5 o'clock, I'm not into watching girls in skimpy clothes, and I'm sweaty and nasty and need a cool bath, so no! But thanks for asking."
"It's 5 o'clock somewhere, we can provide some boys in skimpy clothes for you to ogle, and we'll be back in an hour to pick you up, all clean and perfumed, but still dressed in skimpy clothes - because it's so hot that's the mandatory dress code for flower peeping!"
She shook her head, walked to the door, and said, "And reason four is, Ken will kill me and the three of you."
"Nah, he won't" Mike claimed. "We're just going riding, looking at the purdy spring flowers, and drinking icy beer to stay cool. Plus, he'll never know. We won't tell him, you won't tell him, and we're going to ride down the old river road to the Klattenhoff Dam, so no one will see us.
"If you want, just wear your pretty yellow bikini; we might go for a swim when we get to the dam."
While Mike was cajoling her, Wyatt came running toward her with two icy bottles of her favorite beer; the one they made fun of as 'sissy beer.' He handed them to her, grinned, sniffed the air, and looked her up and down. "You've got dirt on your knees, and you smell like sweaty girl, but I'd do you anyway, Gorgeous! Unless you'd like for me to help you shower and then do you?"
Elle took the bottles, turned, opened the screen door, looked over her shoulder, winked, and teased, "In your dreams!"
He winked and flirted back, "Every night, Gorgeous, every night."
She giggled and hurried inside, away from the temptation. The twist top was already loose, meaning they were looking out for her delicate hands. She put the other in the freezer, planning to drink it in a few minutes, while getting dressed after her shower. The first beer she just chugged; the boys were right - the beer was icy cold and quite refreshing to her hot, tired body. But why did they have her beer in their ice chest? Did that mean their 'accidental' visit was planned? If so, what did they expect of her? If they thought she was going to put out for the three of them, they were nuts!
Hair clean, dry, and smelling like a field of flowers after using her trademark shampoo, she walked to the closet and looked over her clothing choices. For relaxing the afternoon away and watching sappy movies, as she had planned, the old, loose jumpsuit was ideal.
Delaying, she walked to the refrigerator naked, got her other beer from the freezer, and twisted the cap off. Ahhh! Just the way she liked it - almost freezing, but without ice flakes! She took another sip and spilled a dollop that landed on her breast - damn that was cold! She quickly wiped it off with her hand, and found her nipple was taut and distended. She looked left, and that one was too!
'Pretty radical response to a drop of beer,' she thought, and then wondered if that was the only reason. Admittedly, they were cute, and their flirting always left her a little damp and horny, like now.
'Should I ride along? No one will see us on the old road, and the dam is on private property... I know what they want, but I can handle those three! They are ninety-nine percent talk anyway, and I'll have half the back seat to myself so there will be no touching. Riding through the country, sipping a cold beer, enjoying the wildflowers, and teasing the boys sounds so much better than watching some insipid rom-com I've already seen three times. Maybe I should.'
The maroon romper kept calling to her; she held the hanger in front of her, laid the romper over her nakedness, and looked in the mirror. With her chocolate brown hair and lightly tanned skin, that thing would look HOT on her! It certainly met the 'skimpy' test Mike had established; it was backless, so no bra. Elastic around the top and straps over her shoulders held it up, but the material poorly disguised her nipples when hard, and they were always hard when she wore it.
A little longer than short shorts but loose-legged, it tended to pull tight over her coochie, and expose a bit of her panties on the sides - unless she wore a thong or G-string, and then it was her ass showing. She laid it on the bed and walked to her dresser to pick out the panties.
Any thong would do, but she only had one pair of panties that would match this color, and they were her tiniest. She held a black thong in one hand, the lacy wine colored panties in the other, considered, and then put the thong back. She slipped the panties on, looked in the mirror, took them off, and went back to the bathroom. Scissors, a razor, and shaving cream were removed from the drawer; all would be needed to get control of this bush!
Not that anyone would see, but she hadn't trimmed in a while and the skimpy panties made that forest look gross. She stood in the tub, soaked the target area with hot water, and groomed until she was almost bare. She hadn't meant to go that far, but oh well - Ken loved her bare, so she removed the remainder.
Her husband always told her she had a beautiful pussy and butthole, and bent over, looking between her legs at the mirror to find any random hairs, she had to agree. A pretty pink color like her nipples, her labia were soft and wet, and her virgin brownie wasn't brown - it was a darker shade of pink, like pink mixed with cinnamon! Darker yes, but still pink, and it appeared as inviolate as it was.
She rubbed some perfumed lotion on and into the freshly shaved area, let it absorb, admired her nude body once more, and pulled the panties into place. She hefted her C-cup breasts, tweaked the nipples, moaned, and ran her hands over her ribs, down her flat belly, under her panties, and rubbed her bare mons, which made her moan again.
