"About what?"
"You know, about marriage-type stuff."
"You're already married. I was there, remember?"
She chuckled. "No, silly – about how our marriage is going. Like the sex part, in particular."
"He's told me he still gets a hard-on every time he looks at you. And from the air-raid siren I heard yesterday, I'd say you don't object."
Another long pause. "Dan, I think he wants some variety in our sex life."
"Like what?"
"Like swapping."
"As I do not have a regular lady any more, I'm not surprised he hasn't mentioned it to me. And he's never indicated any interest in another woman to me."
She sighed. "I think – I think he wants to swap me. Around. As in have other guys do me while he watches."
"Has he said that?"
"No, but he keeps talking like he doesn't think he's enough for me, like maybe he doesn't satisfy me."
"What has he said or done to indicate it?"
"He keeps asking me if I wish he had a bigger dick or if I ever fantasize about it, or having other men."
"And have you?"
She raised the coffee mug and sat up. "Well – sure, I guess so. Just before I met Mark, I had a fling with a guy who was…enormous. That's the only word for it. But I didn't love him, so it was nice and interesting but not really special. And Mark's more than enough for me. I keep telling him that, but he keeps asking and asking and now I'm starting to get curious. It's like he put this idea there and – Oh shit, here comes Penny."
Chapter Seven
Oh Shit was right. Between Kate's talk and the memory of Penny masturbating with the plastic vibrating bullet -
Broing!
Kate stood and Penny stepped into the pool enclosure. "Hi, Uncle Dan." Her voice was neutral. She was wearing her swimsuit.
Kate: "Penny, why don't you rub Uncle Dan's shoulders for him? He's laying like they ache."
"Okay." Neutral.
"Want anything from the house, Dan?"
A rescue would have been nice, I thought. "Uh, no thanks."
"Okay. I'm going for a walk up to the farmer's market. See you later."
"Uh-huh."
Penny came up on my blind side, sat on the edge of the chaise and began kneading my shoulders. She was actually pretty good.
"Uncle Dan?"
"Yes, muffin?"
"Uh, about this morning, when I walked in on you…"
"Our secret."
She bent and kissed the back of my neck.
"Is it yours or Dolores's?"
She hesitated in her massage, then resumed. "Hers."
"How long have you been using it?"
"About a year. It's her third one; she wore the other two out, I guess." A giggle.
"Do you use it much?"
"I don't get much chance." Her hands were moving lower on my back. "I watched her using it once and it looked like a lot of fun, so I tried it and liked it."
"Put it inside?"
"Um-hm." Her answer confirmed that she was unaware I'd seen her masturbating.
"It hurt the first time," I said, keeping my tone even.
"And how! I was afraid I'd ruptured something, but it stopped bleeding pretty fast and was only sore for a day or two. I went and got books and read up and realized what I'd done. I tried it again and it didn't hurt at all. Want me to do your legs?"
"Sure, please. You're doing a great job." Of making me crazy.
She began doing my calves, smoothly and expertly. "I really like it. I can't wait to try the real thing." She started working on my thighs. "I imagine I'm with my favorite man in the whole world – next to Dad, I mean – and he's kissing me and inside me and…oooo." I could feel her shiver. "That's what I was imagining this morning."
Her hands were awfully high on my thighs.
"And then, when I was going into the bathroom to clean off my toy, there he was – the man I fantasize about!" she whispered – and reached up the leg of my swim-trunks to grab my achingly hard cock.
"Penny!"
She was squeezing and jerking my dick.
"I want to make you ejaculate," she breathed. I couldn't move. I felt her lips on my back as my nuts tightened. She kept jerking. "I want to see it!" In about thirty seconds, she was going to get her wish – all over her little hand and wrist. I thought fast.
"Ouch! You're hurting me!"
She withdrew her hand as if she'd been scalded. I turned over and saw the horror on her face. "I'm sorry, Uncle Dan! Please! I didn't mean to hurt you!"
I sat up, the front of my trunks bulging menacingly. Penny was wearing her swimsuit. Her nipples were rigid and the crotch of the suit was dark and wet.
"I'm really sorry! Please tell me how to do it right!"
"Penny – " I took her shoulders in my hands. "Penny, I lied – you didn't hurt me. You were doing it exactly right. But I don't want you to do that with me."
"But – why? Don't you like me?"
"I love you, muffin, but if we start doing that stuff, well – we could never be the same together. Every time we saw each other, that's all we'd be thinking about. Not star-gazing, or hares, or bad jokes, or Scrabble – just sex. I can get sex from anyone; that other stuff is special for you and me and I don't want to trade it."
Which, I thought, sounded pretty good coming from a middle-aged guy with a ten-inch boner talking to a 11-year-old nymphet who was begging to get his rocks off.
She looked very somber – and very sexy and aroused, too. After a couple of seconds she nodded slowly. "I understand…I think. I love you, too, you know."
"I know."
She launched herself at me and gave me a big, friendly hug – which left me with an armful of lithe, aroused girl. After a moment, she pulled back and said, "Something has come between us."
"Huh?"
She rocked a little bit in my lap, rubbing her Tricot-covered cunny on the wooden soldier that had come between us. I felt my face warm.
"Up."
She climbed out of my lap carefully. "Gee, you're going to have blue balls now, aren't you? I'm sorry."
Not as sorry as I was. "Muffin, I had blue balls anyhow, what with your sister flirting and Irene running around half-dressed."
"Can I watch you masturbate now?"
"You can watch me swim." I stood.
"Does it help?"
"Not enough." I turned and hurled myself into the pool, making a splash that drenched her.
"Oh, you – you – you butt-head!" She yelled – and then shrieked and dove in after me. I let her almost catch me a couple of times, then looked up as Bonita and Irene approached.
"Come on in!" Penny yelled. "Help me catch him!"
Irene and Bonita smiled and shook their heads. They were still flushed from their morning run and panting for breath. Both were coated with a fine gleam of perspiration, which was now soaking their running shirts nicely against their heaving breasts. Both wore jogging bras, of course.
"Come on!" Penny yelled, half-wading, half-swimming from the shallow end toward me.
"Let us get our suits, shrimp," Bonita managed to gasp.
"You – poopheads!" Penny shouted and turned to splash them. Pretty good shot, too. She inspired me.
"Yeah, come on, you poopheads!" I taunted and added my splashing to hers. They were pretty well soaked now.
"What're you doing?" Irene demanded.
Bonita finished peeling off her shirt, then shrugged out of her shorts. "I don't want to be a poophead," she said. "Let's you and me avenge ourselves upon them."
Irene was already following suit, or un-suit.
The jogging bras were pretty formidable and the panties were plain white cotton – but the sweat-soaking and splashing had rendered the latter nearly transparent and former highly intriguing. So much so that they almost caught me by surprise when they hurled themselves into the pool and answered fire with splashing of their own. Bonnie went after Penny and Irene charged me, sporting a mischievous smile. Just as Irene reached me in the deep end, I sent myself plummeting feet-first toward the bottom of the pool and struck out toward the shallow end. I came up behind Bonita, scooping her with my arms under her knees and back. I turned and tossed her toward the deep end.