He'd been good with Mavis… and he'd always been a man with the few extra-curricular women he'd had! What in Christ's name had happened to him? He tried to think about it as he drove toward Douglas Electronics through the heavy traffic, and each time he ended with a vision of Shirley's intoxicating white beauty spread open and waiting for him, his loins seeming to shrivel at the violating thought!
Frank shook his head as he paused the powerful vehicle in the maze before a boulevard traffic-light, the feeling of a newfound family closeness never stronger inside him; yet he knew to walk into his beautiful Shirley's bedroom for the sex that was always ready and waiting for him would end in a total disaster. He was too old! That was the whole goddamn problem! And how long could an impotent old man hold a young, enchanting beauty like Shirley? With young men such as Rivers around… not long! And even if there wasn't a Rivers, he wouldn't, couldn't blame her for finding her own man, could he?
The thought sickened him. He drove slowly, clinging in the right-hand lane, as if that were the line where he and all has-beens belonged. Vehicles swerved past him, young people drinking coffee and putting on lip-rouge to the reflections of sun-visor mirrors. One girl had her head buried in the lap of her male driver, as if she might be… and that gave him a stir deep in his loins. Maybe she was the wife of his next-door neighbor, and this was the way another errant husband managed it with her! He tried to maneuver his Caddy up beside them, but they were too far ahead and he never saw them again.
Frank found a cigar and lighted it. Oddly enough, his usual hangover wasn't up to torturous standards this morning. Rachael's hominy, maybe. He smiled to himself. Some gal, he thought, just what his divided home had needed for a tong time. He eased over into the faster lane with a feeling that it was time to do something with spirit. Yeah, it was that, all right. Vince Rivers might just hold the answers for him… for them. Once he'd taken over the helm, Shirley and he could try a new environment, get away from everything just the two of them. Somehow, he felt sure that would do it, though he'd miss the old plant – it'd damn near been his whole life. But something had to happen, and today couldn't be too soon! Yeah, it was his day… hell, he knew it was, absolutely knew it!
He thought of Lisa and the way she'd done a complete about face at the breakfast table. Christ, he'd been proud of his pretty daughter, but all along he'd known in his heart that she was made of better material then what she'd shown these past months. She'd wind up marrying young Fulton shortly, he felt certain of that, and then it would be just Shirley and himself… not that he wanted to be rid of his daughter. Hell no, it wasn't that, but it was what the girt wanted, he knew, and he'd bet that hardly a moment went by in a day when she wasn't thinking about Paul Fulton…
In fact, at that very moment, Lisa's young, sensuously awakened mind was occupied with just such thoughts. She lay belly-down, very still beneath the sun's warmth glowing down over her almost naked teenage body. She wore the bikini she'd bought for her graduation party, its tininess exactly what she wanted for sun bathing. Her brassiere strap was unfastened behind and she felt the full soft mounds of her rounded breasts squashing out beneath her, just as she sensed Nomad's furry animal presence crowded against her smooth thigh. Somewhere, a bird sang, the only sound to interrupt the peaceful, quiet stillness of the morning.
In her new sense of happy relief, the dark-eyed girl had tried to empty her mind of everything, but it wasn't possible. Paul was always there. Would he call her after last night… or come by, perhaps? And how would she ever explain to him now the absent seal of her virginity when that time came… or could she bluff it?
Nomad stirred beside her, his big muscular body immediately bringing back exciting secret memories of their beautiful party, and the way she had awakened this morning tightly cuddled against him. Tiny thrills of lingering arousal provocatively smoldered in her sensitive loins and softly tingling belly. She thought of the little bruises on her tight, fleshy vaginal lips she'd discovered this morning and the almost pleasant feeling of soreness deep in the intimate channel between her legs. She had examined herself thoroughly the first thing to be sure his huge hardness hadn't torn her anywhere, and it hadn't. The wonderful love-making darling, she excitedly mused as she lay there reveling in the warm sunshine while her still passion-infused young mind continued to feed the glow she had opened her eyes to with her handsome animal lover masterfully cuddling her close.
There was little use trying to deny it, the erotically stimulated Lisa knew deeply within herself as she rolled onto her back, laying her bikini brassiere loosely over her palpitating young breasts. She had to have more! Seconds, as some of the guys might say! God, she just had to seduce him into doing it to her one more time… and there was no time like the present!
CHAPTER SIX
Once the initial shock of realizing that she had definitely hit upon the truth had passed, Shirley Douglas forced herself to calmly deliberate. She sent for more coffee and the brandy bottle, which Rachael quickly brought; then she seated herself in a comfortable boudoir chair near the opened doors where she could see Lisa's lithe teenage form stretched out beside that of the big German shepherd.
Try as she might, the blonde haired young wife couldn't rid herself of the jealous pangs gnawing at her, but as well was she determined to accept the fact the Nomad's promiscuity was inevitable! After all, he was only an animal, a magnificent one to say the least, yet still just a dog. And there wasn't any doubt in her mind now but what he'd been spreading his sensual favors quite freely among neighboring wives such as Anita Parsons, that… that big-fitted bitch! Oh, just the thought of her seducing the handsome darling made Shirley's blood boil, but she wasn't going to waste her time thinking about her… No, there was more to Nomad's beautiful, almost trained love-making, than what she had ever imagined!
How had Vince Rivers known last night that she and his pet dog were… were actually doing things, or that Nomad had been with her? He had walked in through the open patio doors at precisely the opportune moment. Yes, he'd even been dressed… or undressed… and ready his… his huge penis hard – as if it had all been part of a plan! Of course, it was! Whatever other scheming dishonesty their guest was up to, Vince Rivers was a practicing lecher who used the innocent, affection-hungered Nomad to help him in blackmailing defenseless wives… and undoubtedly girls like Lisa!
It came back to Shirley suddenly the way he had been ogling the teenager at breakfast earlier! Of course! He was measuring Nomad's new attachment to Lisa, and if everything she was deducing was true, the distraught wife realized that it had to have happened between her husband's daughter and the beautiful animal last night… after Vince had driven the dog from her room!
Again, the green-eyed monster jabbed its claws into Shirley as she thought of the handsome brute ardently licking his loving tongue over and through Lisa's girlish loins just as he'd done to her. Even though the lewd mental picture raised both anxiety and envy inside the voluptuous blonde bride, she couldn't help but imagine the tremendous sensations it must have brought the inexperienced girl – and Shirley felt certain that the vivacious teenager was definitely that.