0 comments/ 29401 views/ 2 favorites High Hopes Ch. 1 By: LUVNTHOTS Regards to Shawn The minivan packed with suitcases, garment bags, and cosmetic cases, sped in the dark down the lonely predawn interstate toward Huntsville International Airport. It was only a fifteen minute jaunt and Carla spent every second of it hoping that she hadn't forgotten anything important. Once at the airport, they rushed their luggage to the bag check and hurried up to the green concourse. There they checked in and sat down to watch out the window where their plane would soon await them. Boarding would take place any minute and they'd soon be on their way. The airplane seemed to point straight up. Carla's ears popped twice before it finally leveled and the seat belt sign went off. She gazed out her window. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, a new day, a new start. They needed this, a trip alone in hopes of bringing back the electricity and lust that their marriage once blossomed with. Carla relaxed and looked around at the people on the flight. It was the first week of June and vacation season had arrived. Families spotted the plane. Children were bopping up and down in their seats, mothers commanding them to settle down. Overly serious businessmen hiding behind their finance magazines and laptop computers clearly perturbed at the lack of discipline aboard. It was a circus. She dropped her seat back and turned toward her husband. There was nobody sitting in the seat on the isle so Dave decided to scoot over and put the arm rests up for more room. Just like him, she would rather be scrunched up next to him, but he needed his space. He lay back and slept. Carla watched him, wondering what he would do if she suddenly laid her hand on his crotch. Nobody would notice, not with their kids out of control or their noses buried in their work. She scooted over in the middle seat, grinned to herself, and eased her palm over Dave's zipper. "What are you doin'?" Dave growled under his breath. Carla withdrew her hand and turned to the window. This trip was probably a waste of time. She had such hopes for them this week. They were headed to Sierra Vista, Arizona. The brochures made it sound like such an attractive place to visit. "Seventy miles southeast of Tucson, surrounded by the breathtaking natural beauty of majestic mountain ranges and the San Pedro River, Sierra Vista boasts a temperate year-round climate, abundant sunshine, and clean, fresh air." "It sounded so damn romantic, and clean fresh air, that's what we needed, air," Carla contemplated. A couple of weeks ago Carla's mother had told her that her brother Mark was going to Germany for a job interview and he and his wife would be gone for a week. Carla called him up and made arrangements for her and Dave to stay in their house while they were gone. "Sort of house sit," she convinced her brother. So it was set. The clouds outside the window looked thick enough to walk across, step from one to another as stones in a creek. She closed her eyes and recalled the days some thirteen years ago when Dave would have hustled her back to the tiny little cubicle for a bathroom, undressed her from the hips down and made sweet love to her with his fingers. He would be chewing her nipples through her blouse creating little wet spots, all the while she would be fighting him telling him this was not the place and time and how embarrassing to have to walk out with wet spots on her shirt, everyone would be staring, they would know what the two of them were doing in here, and begging him to stop. Now, she was not above shedding her panties right here in her seat sliding her skirt up, and positioning herself on his lap demanding that he . . . She didn't mean to laugh out loud, but she did. Dave turned toward her but she didn't look back at him. When had things changed? When did he grow so old and cold? "That's it," she avowed. "This trip was going to restore their relationship, and she was going to do it." Carla fell asleep. Dave nudged her awake, "Fasten your seatbelt we're about to land." They landed at Phoenix's Sky Harbor International Airport and quickly ran through searching out the terminal where they were to meet the America West Express to take them to Sierra Vista's Municipal Airport. They were scheduled to arrive around 6:00pm. The rental car was waiting for them as planned. A map of the area was included to help them get around. Dave drove, Carla co-piloted and they found the address on Periwinkle Drive with no problem. The neighborhood was built at the foot of the mountains. All stucco homes in soft pastel colors. It reminded Carla of parts of Florida, minus the palm trees. Carla dug into her purse for the house key as she followed the stone path through the yard. The house was U shaped with a courtyard in the center protecting the entrance. She lifted the lever on the little iron gate and let herself in. The stone path continued to the front door beside an old wooden bench, curving around a miniature fish pond. "How beautiful!" her heart leaped. The courtyard was alive with tropical plants, goldfish, and even a turtle. Carla recognized a banana tree, water lilies and hyacinth, and zebra grass blended among the rest of the forage in the mini oasis. "Got the door open yet?" Dave shouted. Carla turned to find Dave walking up the path with his arms full of luggage. She fumbled with the deadbolt and then the knob and gained entrance just as Dave entered the gate. "Where do you want these?" he huffed. Carla instructed him to drop the bags inside the foyer and went to check out the rest of the house. On the kitchen table Carla found a note. "I know you'll be tired and hungry when you get in. There's a casserole in the refrigerator, just put it in the oven at 350 degrees for half an hour while you relax, love, Jane." Carla did just that. Not only was there a casserole but also a couple of bottles of wine, deli cold cuts and cheeses, and lots of fresh vegetables. They were set for the week. She pulled out a bottle of red sangria and poured it into glasses. Dave was reclined and watching television. "We're on vacation, no television!" Carla commanded, handing Dave his glass. "Surely we could think of something more interesting to do," her voice a little more hopeful than her heart. He took the drink from her without even turning from the screen. "Ok," Carla resigned dropping down on the couch next to the aggravating man. Maybe he just needs a little more wine. Wonderful smells escaped the oven. Carla remembered her hunger and jumped up to pull the dish out of the oven. They ate, drank more wine, and cleaned up the dishes. Dave collapsed back on the couch while Carla carried the suitcases to the master bedroom. She had a plan. She dropped all of the bags in the corner but her own. She opened that one and pulled out a lovely little gossamer black negligee with a short sheer robe. She brought the garments to her face and breathed in their scent. Victoria, Dave's favorite fragrance. "Mmm," she reveled in the scent. "Enough. Time for the bath." Carla loved bathing and made it a serious ordeal. She took the entire cosmetic case into the bathroom and sorted through its contents picking out the bathing supplies. There were the pearberry relaxing bath bubbles, body shampoo, foot scrub, lotions, the list went on. "Oh drat!" Now she knew why she had the feeling that she was forgetting something on her way to the airport this morning. It was her brand-new waterproof, shaped like the real thing, still in the box, gel vibrator that she had been saving for a special occasion. She would have to be happy with the bottle of wine (well, not like that). Dave was snoring as she slunk back through the living room and in and out of the kitchen to retrieve her glass and the rest of the bottle, hoping he would not awaken. She slipped out of her clothes folding them and placing them on the open suitcase. She pulled a hair clasp from her purse and pinned up her long dark hair. She picked up the glass and bottle and headed to the bath walking quickly past a full length mirror without even so much as a glance as had become her habit. After two pregnancies she had gained a few more pounds than she would have liked and didn't enjoy looking at herself. Carla dipped her toe in first, through six inches of bubbles, into the almost scalding hot water. "Whew!" she shrilled, drawing it back. She sat on the wide rim of the garden tub hugging her legs with her head resting on her knees. The steam felt so good. She relaxed her hold and let one leg slip over the side and began to caress her fancy. She traced her feathery vee noticing it needed a bit of a trim. She always kept it well groomed, even shampooed and conditioned, and trimmed perfectly. It had probably been a waste of time these last few years, as she was the only one whoever noticed anymore, it was just a routine good hygiene thing she rationalized. This felt good. She continued to stroke herself dipping into her warmth, circling her clit and back again. She stopped abruptly. She was not going to have an orgasm alone, again, that was not the mission for this trip. The water had cooled some and Carla slid in. She found her pink rubber scrubbing glove and covered it with body shampoo inhaling the sweet fruity pearberry scent. She scrubbed herself all over until her skin tingled. She noticed a towel hanging from the bar above her head, pulled it down, and rolled it up for her neck to rest on while she relaxed and soaked. In the bath, the water grew chilly and Carla's skin shriveled. She stepped out and toweled off, she spread lotion all over her body, and slipped on the new nighty (nighty, a funny name for an article not intended to be worn more than ten minutes, let alone, over night). The light material felt cool and wispy against her body. Her nipples were still erect from the cold water and she liked the way they felt as they rubbed against the new fabric. Carla swallowed the last of the sangria, hunted for a cigarette lighter in her purse, and crept back into the living room where Dave was still out cold. There were candles, all vanilla scented, scattered around the room. She lit a few of them and dimmed the lights casting a soft golden glow over the room. Kneeling down in front of him, she grasped the zipper of his jeans. He awoke. Carla grinned at him. He groaned. She inched the zipper down. Dave raised his hips and let her peel his jeans down to his knees. Her hands caressed his maleness through his blue and green striped briefs. He began to react. Judging by his expressionless demeanor, it was probably more automatic than enthusiastic. She drew him out through the slit in his shorts and worked him up until he had reached his fullest. He was really nicely made. A full eight inches long and thick, really thick. Dave usually hated to be encumbered by clothing but was making no effort to shake his jeans and shorts off. Carla kept it up caressing until finally she brought him to her mouth. She teased Dave's best asset with her tongue, fluttering across it's very tip and circling it around and around. Carla licked, then blew on it. Dave shuddered and scooted in his seat to try and cover the reflex. She smiled as she clamped her mouth down and slid him in. It was as if he wasn't even there. Carla closed her eyes and nursed Dave's manhood. She held and kneaded his balls, rubbed the base of his shaft with her whole hand. She pushed and pulled him in and out, slid her teeth up and down until she was lightheaded. Her idle hand brushed across her breasts. Carla twisted and twirled her nipples until they were once again erect. Her hand dropped down to her own soft woolen patch. Her fingers strolled all around, to all the right places. Carla knew exactly what she liked and went straight for the maximum pleasure zone. She was already dripping wet. So accustomed to going it alone, she could bring herself to orgasm in just a few minutes if she hadn't much time but preferred to draw it out. Carla stopped herself and withdrew her hand from underneath her costume. Her eyes turned upward to her husband's. Dave's eyes were closed. His hands were balled into fists. This was not at all what she had in mind for tonight. She didn't want to pleasure herself. She wanted Dave's arms to hold her close, his lips to whisper how much he loved her. She wanted his large manly hands to caress her heaving breasts, and his wonderfully magical fingers to cause her whole body to tingle, and she wanted his loving wand deep inside her making them one. Dave sensed the change in her and opened his eyes. She let his member slide from her mouth and rose to her feet, their eyes still locked on each other. She slipped her robe off of her shoulders and let it drop while searching his eyes for even a hint of emotion. None existed. Sex had grown into such a routine. Maybe once a month Dave humored her by letting her play with him until she was done. Then that was that. The scent of vanilla filled the room, filled her senses. She leaned her head back and inhaled long and hard as she placed her knees on the couch straddling his hips. Steadying herself with a hand on the back of the couch, she used her other to direct Dave inside her and lowered her hips to take him all in. She held her breath hoping to make the sensations of the moment last. Then her body gained a mind of its own and she had to go with it. She raised her hips and lowered as he rose to meet her. She bobbed and he thrust more feverishly until he let out a yell and spilled his milk inside of her. Carla collapsed on his broad chest listening to the rapid pulsating of his heart. "Honey," Dave groaned, "it's hot, how about getting up?" "Well of course it's hot. You're still fully dressed," she wanted to rebuke, but instead, she whispered, "I love you Sweet," and crawled off of him. She stood and picked up her robe, blew out the candles, and disappeared into the bedroom, alone. To Be Continued... High Hopes Ch. 2 The next morning she awoke to the sound of ice tinkling in a glass. The alarm clock on the wicker nightstand read 7:20. "Geez, what's he doing up so early?" she grumbled as she rolled out of bed and went stumbling around until she found him. In the garage, Dave was already dressed in shorts and tennis shoes examining Marks golf clubs. Last night he had noticed that they were left-handed and although the shoes were a little big, they would do. "I thought I would just go and play a quick round this morning. You don't mind, do you? Or do you want to come?" "No, no, you go on. I'll find something around here to do." With her permission, he packed the clubs into the back of the rental car and left the driveway. A quick round will probably take him the better part of the day. She wished him a good game and sauntered back into the house. The sun moved higher in the sky filling the kitchen with it's bright warm light. It was shaping up to be a gorgeous day. She thought about her husband out on the golf course all day, he would get fried and would probably need some special care when he got home. The thought made her giddy with anticipation, "but what to do for now?" she wondered out loud as she reached for a glass and poured herself a coke. There were two ice cubes left, he never could remember how to fill an ice cube tray! She stared out the window as she was filling the trays. The pool looked a little green from there. She wondered if she could fix it, having never dealt with pool chemicals before. Carla, still dressed in her night clothes, crossed the living room to the French doors and stepped out onto the patio. It was already getting hot. High of 96 degrees was expected for today. The pool was bean shaped, hugged with a cement walk all the way around. Two wrought iron patio tables with umbrellas were placed on each side and a pair of chaise lounges were sitting together at the bend in the bean. Tropical plants grouped all around the pool area gave the oasis effect much like the courtyard. The tall wooden privacy fence seemed to invite nakedness. Carla laughed at the thought. She wondered if her brother and sister ever tried skinny dipping. As she walked closer to the water she noticed that the shallow end was curled with bench like steps, a nice place for relaxing, and a tile placed in the sidewalk near the diving board boasted a depth of ten feet. She would spend all day here by the pool, awaiting Dave's return, if she could just get it clean. "Hey. You must be Mark's sister," came a voice from the other side of the fence. An expletive popped into her mind and slipped out from between her lips as she realized how scantily she was dressed and wondered if anyone could see her through the fence. "Uh, yes, uhm, that's right, I'm Carla," she managed as she backed up to the patio doors. "Mark said to tell you he was sorry about the pool, he didn't have time to clean it before he left but he paid me to come over and see to it. I'll be over there in about thirty minutes," threatened the voice. "Thank you, uh, no hurry, just come when you can," Carla stammered realizing that she was trying to hide behind a glass door. She ran in locking the door behind her and giggling all the way to her suitcase. It was silly but she found that she was actually turned on by the thought that someone might have seen her in the see through cloth, especially since it was most certainly a man's voice. She removed the gown quickly and dressed in a pair of jeans and a short sleeved blouse. No sooner had she buckled her sandals than there was a knock at the front door. Carla rushed to open the door, not wanting to waste any time getting that pool clean. On the other side of the door stood a young man in bicycle shorts, only bicycle shorts, and a smile. He walked right in, like he was a regular here, and moved toward the doors leading to the backyard, making conversation all the way. He introduced himself as Shawn. She asked a few questions about him and found that he had just graduated from Bueno High School and was looking forward to attending the University of Arizona South, she thought he had said, in the fall but didn't know yet what he wanted to study. He said that he and Mark were good friends and that he even had Mark as a history teacher last year. Standing just inside the patio doors talking reminded Carla of their last conversation less than an hour ago and felt her face flush. Shawn headed straight to the pump shed. He tested the water first and then he dumped the contents of a large drum into the water, Carla guessed it was a chlorinator of some kind, her sinuses were already burning. Still standing in the doorway, Carla forgot her embarrassment and remembered her manners. She hurried to the kitchen to fix some sodas. She was sure Shawn would be thirsty when he finished. From the window she could see him sweeping the bottom of the pool. Carla watched his movements as he made the swishing motions back and forth. He was a big puppy now but she imagined him in ten years all firm and hard. He'd be Herculean when he matured. Now he seemed so soft, so young, so. . . . "Oh he's done," she panted as she was brought back to her senses. They sat at a patio table nervously chatting. Carla watched his hands as he fumbled with the tumbler. They were still baby smooth and flawless. On his right hand he wore a class ring with a huge black onyx in the setting. She wondered if this meant that he had no steady girlfriend or if the kids just didn't exchange class rings anymore. She watched him lift his glass to his full, creaseless, cherry red lips. " Wonder what they would taste like?" curiosity asked. When the glass was empty, Shawn stood up to go. He warned Carla not to go swimming right away but to wait a couple of hours and let the chemicals do their thing. Carla agreed and accompanied him to the front entrance. "If you want to swim later, come on over." She had no idea why she just invited him. "Uh, thanks, but I promised Mom I would help her with some chores around the house," he shouted in reply already halfway across the yard. Carla watched his back until he was out of sight and was a bit relieved that he had not accepted her spontaneous proposition. Carla glanced at the time, 11:00 already, time flies. She fixed a sandwich and sat down to eat. As she picked up her drink, she imagined Shawn's hands on his cup. Her pulse quickened. She was beginning to feel disappointed that he wasn't coming back to swim. She wondered if he swam in shorts or one of those hot little bikinis and tried to picture him in the skimpy little suit. "Maybe not," she grinned. Carla tidied up the kitchen and went to the bedroom to change into her swimsuit. She brought two, her one piece "public bathing suit" and her "worn only to sunbathe in private because she was to fat for it" bikini. She chose her bikini and put it on. It was still too soon to swim by Shawn's estimation, so Carla sat down in the chaise and covered her body with a light sun screen. She laid down on her belly and untied the strings around her neck and bust so she wouldn't be getting any funny tan lines. The heat massaged her tired, tense back. She soon relaxed and drifted off to sleep. "Hi! I'm back!" Carla was so startled that she shrieked and jumped up off the chaise leaving her bra behind. "I... Uh . . . finished helping Mother and . . . uh . . . thought I would come and . . . and swim." Shawn continued as he tried not to notice Carla having a hard time holding her bra and retying the strings. He wanted to offer his help but thought better of it. "Where'd you come from? How'd you get back here?" Carla stammered as she nervously groped for her top trying to cover her breasts. She hadn't noticed the gate in the side of the fence leading to the neighbor's yard. It didn't make a sound as it opened and shut. She noticed Shawn grinning and looked down at her twisted bra. "Well don't just stand there laughing, help me." Carla giggled. "On or off?" he teased. Carla knew she shouldn't have hesitated before responding. He untangled her top and took it from her, blatantly appraising her breasts. He asked if she would mind if he touched them. Again her protest came too slowly, and was caught in her throat as she watched his smooth, callow hands rise to her breasts. He brushed them with his finger tips so gently it was as if he were afraid to touch them. Shivers crawled her spine. Carla placed her hands over his, giving him permission to hold her. She deliberately moved his index finger to rub over her nipple and, as expected, it perked up. Those long sleek fingers squeezed and sent lightning bolts loose within her. Shawn stepped back and dropped his hands. Unsure of how to proceed from there, he simply stated, "You're married." "Yes," she had to admit. He backed up again, took a couple of steps toward the gate. "It's ok, he won't be home for hours," she explained hoping he would decide to stay. She moved closer to him and placed her palms on his satiny chest and caressed his long body. His resistance seemed to fade as she covered his mouth with hers. His taste was so sweet she wanted to taste more of him. For some reason she didn't seem too concerned with the fact that her husband could walk in on them at any time. It also didn't bother her a bit that Shawn was still closer to boyhood than man. Barely eighteen years old, still a minor, caught in limbo between juvenile and age of majority. The attraction, she was sure, had to do with his youth and inexperience. Carla shook with want. Carla's lips and arms released Shawn who seemed frozen with shock. She should stop now but further scrutiny of Shawn's current state revealed that he, at least part of him, might not want to stop. "Mmm." Carla breathed, coming to her senses and analyzing what she was doing. She knew she must be desperate, to even entertain the thought of seducing this teenage stranger, she had met only this morning, was absurd. Carla offered Shawn a soda and without awaiting his reply hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of cans from the refrigerator. When she returned, Shawn was diving off the board. "Show off!" she yelled as he came up for air. Stepping down into the water at the shallow end, Carla handed him his drink. They sat on the steps and talked. Carla asked him about girlfriends and found that he had really only had one and they had never "gone all the way" or at least he wouldn't admit it. "Do you masturbate?" the question came from out of nowhere. Carla wasn't really sure if she had actually articulated that thought or not until she noticed Shawn's face went from tan to crimson to white in under five seconds. "Yeah," was all he managed. "Where do you do it?" "Uh, in my room," color was starting to return to his face. "Never anywhere else?" Carla continued to prod. When Shawn shook his head, she persisted, "Do it here, for me." He looked at her like she had lost her mind but he didn't move so she tugged at his trunks and patted the edge of the pool. Shawn stood up and Carla hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his suit and pulled down slowly. His giant arousal sprang from the wet suit. He moved up out of the water and sat on the side. Carla could hardly control her want to take his luscious prize into her mouth. Patience did not come easy. Shawn wrapped his hand around himself and began rather demure strokes at first. She was sure he was having a hard time believing he was doing this and she wished she knew exactly what he was thinking. Carla stood up. Shawn's eyes followed her. She unhooked her bra and flung it over to the sidewalk. Shawn rubbed a little harder. She took her nipples and rolled them between her fingers. She had Shawn's full attention now and thought perhaps it was time to give him a little relief. She knelt on the underwater step and positioned herself between Shawn's legs. "Can I help you with that now?" Carla teased. Shawn withdrew his hand, watching her intently. She took him gently between her hands and traced the veins around his head, petting him lightly. Shawn fell back on his elbows and groaned as she brought her mouth to his throbbing member. She let her tongue play, flicking back and forth all over and finally she took him fully into her mouth. Shawn's eyes closed and a strained expression came over his face. Carla ravaged him with her mouth, with her lips, with her tongue, and with her hands. Shawn made the funniest growling noises that made it easy to tell that he was about to come. When he did, he let out a roar she hadn't expected from this shy boy, then collapsed to the ground. Carla was a little concerned that mama bear might have heard her cub but there was nobody and no sound but the passing cars on the road out front. Carla sighed with relief but didn't mean to laugh out loud. Shawn sat up, leaning back on his hands, trying to catch his breath again, "What's so funny?" "You! You look like you just died," she laughed again. "I thought I was going to," he moaned, "I bet I'm going to have teeth marks for a week!" they laughed together and Carla stood to retrieve their clothing. Shawn grabbed her and pulled her to him, "I want to see what's under there." He demanded. "I'm saving that!" hoping that he would take it as an invitation to come over again before she left, but it was close to time for Dave to come home. Playtime was over. Dave arrived shortly after Carla had showered and dressed. Since both of them were tired and sunburned they decided to stay in that evening and cuddle. Dave confessed to Carla he felt guilty for leaving her home all day without a car and that she must have been bored spending her first day there alone. Carla, confessing to nothing, promised to think of a way for him to make it up to her. To Be Continued... High Hopes Ch. 3 The next couple of days were spent sight seeing. The couple went to the famed Ramsey Canyon Reserve. Neither had ever paid much attention to birds before so this was going to be an experience. They watched several breeds of humming birds being banded and hiked miles of trails. They ate at a couple of the restaurants recommended by Mark and Jane, the La Casita Mexican Restaurant and Cantina and the Stagecoach Steakhouse and Saloon. They went bowling at Vista lanes and wore themselves out. An older couple bowling at the lane next to theirs told them about the copper mine just a few miles to the east, Carla and Dave had talked about it before and now decided that they must go see it for themselves. They got up early the next morning and set off on the adventure. They visited The Queen Mine and took the guided underground tour. It was a nice ride, about forty minutes southeast of Sierra Vista in Bisbee, it was also one of the coolest places to be this day with temperatures reaching nearly one hundred degrees. The Queen Mine is famed to be the oldest copper mine in Arizona. Wearing the slickers and hard hats provided, they rode the trains through the mine with a tour guide who had been a former miner. It was fascinating stuff. The morning of their last day in Sierra Vista, Carla got up early to fix Dave breakfast and to see him off. The night before he had hinted that he'd like to play another round of golf before they left but didn't feel right leaving her home again without a car. Carla explained that she wanted to get the house back in order and the bags packed and could do it easily by herself - when she finished she would just hang out at the pool until he returned. He obliged promising that they would do anything she wanted that night when he returned. He left and Carla cleaned up the breakfast dishes and piddled around the house for a couple of hours tidying up, doing a little laundry, and packing. With the work done, she searched the bedroom for her swimsuit. As she undressed, she noticed that the redness from the sunburn she acquired as a result of taking her top off a couple days before was turning tan and her nipples weren't so sensitive anymore. Dave hadn't noticed the burn. Last night, when he had made love to her, she trembled and groaned every time he brushed across her breasts. "He must have thought he was really good," Carla laughed, "thank goodness the lights had been dimmed," she sighed with relief. Carla stretched out on a lounge chair by the pool, drink in hand. She remembered to use a sun screen on her entire body. One just never knows what surprises fate may bestow upon them. The outdoor stereo was tuned to a local "oldies" station playing Hold Me, one of her favorite songs by Fleetwood Mac. It reminded her of her first husband. It was "their song." She thought about him once in a while never really understanding why she left him. Too young and impulsive was probably the best answer to that question. He always referred to her as "My Carla" and he held her hand everywhere they went. Carla still loved listening to Fleetwood Mac for their rather seductive music and lyrics. She had almost fallen asleep when a voice called from the other side of the fence snapping her back to present, "Mind if I come over?" "Sure, come on over," she tried to sound nonchalant but her voice betrayed her with an "I thought you'd never show up!" anxiousness. He entered through the gate as before this time wearing denim shorts barely riding on his hips, button fly, with the top one undone. He pulled the other chaise over to hers and sat on its side staring at her back. It didn't take him long to notice that not only were her straps not tied around her back and neck, but they were not hanging over the sides of the lounge either. "I've been watching for you," his nervousness evident, "I was hoping to see you again before you left." Carla rolled over, "I hoped to see you too." Shawn leaned over her and covered her mouth with his. He kissed her long and hard until she began to laugh, "This is crazy. I must be out of my mind!" Shawn moved down to her nipples and seeing that they were sunburned licked very gently. Carla shivered. He asked her how such a nice little girl got such a nasty burn on her breasts. She laughed and replied, "I can't seem to remember." He bit her. Shawn took his time teasing her body with his tongue. He licked from one nipple to the other and down to her belly button, round and round stopping to place delicate kisses here and there. When he reached her bikini he looked up into her eyes, "Now?" he pled. "Now," she nodded. A shiver of excitement zinged through her body. She raised her hips slightly to help him with the task. Shawn hooked his thumbs around the elastic band and ever so slowly worked the panty down. It was a little tight, she fought not to reach down and hurry him up. The garment reached her knees and then stopped. Shawn teased her tracing the triangle of her pubis. Anxiety was building inside her until finally she wiggled and kicked and flung the article from her feet. "Patience, patience," he chided. Carla had never known an eighteen-year-old, especially one bearing a hard on, to have patience. She grabbed him by his neck and pulled him down on top of her. Shawn yelped as he toppled over her. Bracing himself on his elbows, his face grew serious looking into her eyes full of want. "You're sure." Carla tried to slow her thoughts and actions weighing the seriousness of what she was about to do. She had never cheated on her husband before, never ever even considered it, or perhaps, the opportunity just never presented itself before. The sex in her relationship with Dave had been completely unsatisfying of late and she just couldn't help herself. She wanted Shawn right this moment, somehow, it didn't seem so wrong. Taking his face into her hands, she pulled his lips to hers and kissed him softly. Her hands moved down to his shorts and awkwardly tugged at them. Shawn grunted as he stood. It was obvious that she wasn't going to get the job done in her incommodious position. He started pulling the shorts down as she monitored every movement. There he stood at attention before her, she was melting, wishing that he would quit playing around and take her. But he didn't. Shawn knelt at the foot of the chaise and pulled her to him by her legs until his face touched the heat of her. She bolted upright the moment his tongue touched her skin. His eyes were grinning but his blessed tongue never let up. She collapsed again on her back and tried to relax but it was impossible. Her body trembled, her hips bucked back and forth, up and down, trying to rid herself of the sweet torture and at the same time begging for more. Carla clutched his hair and held on tight. Her moans advanced into squeals, her body began to shake and . . . Shawn stopped. The sound of the garage door opening startled them. Shawn rose, kissed her and quickly jumped into his shorts. "Wait . . . stop . . . don't leave," Carla trying exigently to regain her control , "Stay and swim. I want you to meet my husband." "No way!" Shawn waved as he opened the gate. "Please!" Carla begged. "I don't know," quite uncertain about her plan. "Just stay out here!" desperate now. She entered the house wearing only the bikini bottom and met Dave just as he was coming in the garage entrance. "I thought I heard you come in." Carla greeted. "Where are your clothes?" He growled, walking on past . "I've been swimming. Want to join me?" "Um, guess so. Let me change clothes," was his perfunctory reply. Carla raced to the kitchen to fix drinks. She poured three cokes. One for Shawn, with just a little bit of bourbon to loosen him up. One for Dave, with about 50/50 bourbon and coke to ease his disposition, and straight up coke for herself, she wanted full control of her senses tonight. Carla brought Dave's drink to him in the room. He was laying on the bed and promised to join her in a few minutes. By then hopefully he would have drunk most of his drink, she hoped. Carla rejoined Shawn in the pool handing him his drink, giggling, like a child who has just pulled the proverbial wool over her parents' eyes. She jumped in the water and snuggled up to Shawn who was hiding by squatting down, back against the wall so his head wasn't visible from the patio doors. She leaned her still bare breasts into his face waving them back and forth until he laughed. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer taking a mound of boob into his mouth, biting playfully. She squealed, holding him by the ears. They played in the water until Dave came out carrying a beer. Shawn had consumed half of his drink and was getting a little aggressive. Carla stepped out of the water and introduced the neighbor who emerged from his perch and turned demurely to confront her husband. He felt as if his guilt showed all over his face, it did not help that Carla was still bare breasted, but Dave seemed oblivious to that fact. He stepped out of the water to shake hands and the two sat at a table and talked while Carla swam. Shawn wasn't sure what Carla had told Dave and felt embarrassed about the position she had put him in. He tried to explain, "Your wife, I mean Carla, she wants to . . . " "I know, I know, she wants to have sex with you." Dave interrupted. Shawn's mouth dropped, "I, uh, she told you?" "I've never seen her swim without her top on before, in the presence of a stranger especially. Hell, I didn't even know she owned a two-piece suit." he sipped from the can, "and the drink, man, it was strong enough to sedate a horse, I thought she wanted me dead until I saw you through the bedroom curtains playing with her breasts. Yeah, I know what she's up to." Dave burst out laughing. Shawn was still a little uneasy. The two men sat back and talked, somewhat relieving Shawn's apprehension, they finished their drinks, and watched Carla. Carla's head popped up out of the water, "Join me?" They shook their heads and motioned for her to come sit with them. Carla stepped out of the pool gracefully and strode to the table. She was getting nervous now. She was getting the feeling that maybe this wasn't a good idea. The drinks on the table were empty and, looking around to find hers, she asked if she could refill either of theirs. Carla leaned over to pick up Shawn's cup. Dave grabbed her by the bikini and asserted that neither of them were thirsty. Carla glanced up to see Shawn wearing a big grin. She knew then that they were in cahoots and she wasn't sure if she was going to like this or not. She felt more in control when Shawn feared her husband and Dave was grumpy and disagreeable. Now, in just a few minutes and a short conversation, it seemed that Shawn and Dave had become conspirators. "So, what would you like to do tonight? Have you made any plans?" Dave prodded still gripping her suit and running a finger up and down her crack. Carla turned to face him and the look in his eyes told her that he was going to make her say the words, out loud, maybe even beg. She was ordinarily a shy private person. This situation was outrageous and way out of her milieu. To have sex with two men simultaneously has been her most intense fantasy since she could remember. Dave knew it and he wasn't going to let her get her way easily. Her face burned, her voice barely a whisper. She cleared her throat and spat it out, "I want Shawn to make love to me long and hard, and I know this because I've already sampled it. I want you to watch, even assist. I want to be filled completely, every bit of my body ravaged until my whole being rocks with multiple earth shattering orgasms." There she had said it. Dave's mouth fell open. He had never heard such from his wife's luscious cherry lips. Shawn scooted in his seat. The protrusion in his wet, half-buttoned, denim shorts was evident by the pained countenance in his eyes. Carla conspicuously leered at his crotch, occasionally meeting his eyes, then falling back to his bulge. He appeared to be cautious of letting onto the fact that He had a hard on long before Dave came home and had plans to molest his wife without his knowledge or permission. There was nothing in the vicinity but concrete and wrought iron furniture so Carla recommended they take this party indoors. There, Carla turned to Shawn, who was still fighting not to appear to eager, and grasped his fly. He flinched. Carla unfastened the last three buttons and worked the shorts over his hips. Shawn stepped out and discarded the constraint. Carla ran her fingers down his soft, smooth chest. Her breathy sigh barely audible, "Touch me now." Shawn cupped her face with his hands and kissed Carla deep and hard. His tongue played roughly with hers and seemed to be saying, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Soon his hot mouth moved to her ears and down her neck. He reached her breast, Carla gasped and nearly fell backward. Dave caught her from behind, holding her to discourage any second thoughts. Carla leaned backward into Dave, now combing his fingers through her long, dark brown mane and massaging her scalp. Shawn backed Carla up to a nearby ottoman and insisted she recline. Dave quickly undressed while watching Shawn kneel, spreading and situating his wife's legs over the sides of the stool. He sat in the chair next to the two stroking his own flesh as Shawn's face dipped into Carla's juicy core. "He doesn't mess around," Dave grinned, "goes right for the good stuff." His tongue flicked back and forth, Dave knew what that did to his wife, already she was fidgety. The tongue disappeared inside Carla and she began to moan. Dave rubbed himself harder. He saw Shawn's long slender fingers enter Carla's fancy and wondered if he should tell him that she preferred them in her ass. Suddenly Carla bolted upright and was panting hard in between gasps and whimpers. Dave watched as Shawn curled his fingers upwards exciting Carla's G-spot. It was driving her wild. She tried to brace herself by holding onto Shawn's shoulders but he kept trying to push her back for better access. Dave decided he needed some assistance. Down on his knees, behind Carla's head, Dave pulled her shoulders back against the ottoman. With her head hung slightly off the end, Dave offered himself to her. She immediately took him into her mouth clamping down so hard Dave groaned. For a moment the torture Shawn was performing was bearable. She concentrated on pleasuring Dave, drinking in his familiar sweet juices. Her arms reached around her husband's back, holding his bottom to steady herself. Shawn had moved his mouth back over her clitoris, alternating between nibbling and sucking her tiny swelling. It felt heavenly. She was nearing climax. Unexpectedly, Shawn put his index finger in her anal opening, fast and hard. Carla shrieked and jerked, biting Dave's hard member. He yelled out. Shawn seemed not to notice and went on stretching and prodding with his fingers and sucking and teasing her clit. Dave pulled out just before Carla let out an agonizing scream begging for mercy while her body convulsed. Dave and Shawn switched positions. Carla recognized the feel of Dave's tongue on her sensitive folds. She began to relax at his almost playful technique. Shawn held her head and kissed her softly whispering in her ear, his hands exploring her upper body. Absorbed in her very large rounded breasts, he traced around them, measured them with his palms, caressed gently, he couldn't seem to leave them alone. Having completed his chore, Dave pulled Carla to a sitting position and held her close. "You've never tasted so good. Never made me want you so bad," Dave murmured into her hair his breath like tongues of fire on her ear. Carla attempted to stand. She was dizzy and pulled up on Shawn. They stood together. It was Carla's turn to take the lead. She backed him into the couch and dropped in front of him. She leaned over and took his miniature areola between her teeth, flicking her tongue across it, then the other. Shawn moaned. She released her grip and made circular motions down to his navel. Shawn groaned as her tongue dipped in and out. He grabbed her head and forced her to stop. He was ticklish. She liked that. Her mouth moved further down. Knowing exactly what was in store for him, Shawn shut his eyes and gripped the seat cushions. Carla rested on her heals while she held Shawn's young staff in her warm soft hands. She examined it closely, as if it were the first time. She charted each raised vein carefully down his length with her fingers. Shawn didn't move, didn't breathe. Carla, sensing Shawn's mounting distress, finally allowed his gorgeous rod passage to her scalding, sensual mouth. Shawn gasped for air and held it again as Carla's mouth performed its magic. Carla found it amusing that Shawn couldn't seem to breathe while her mouth was on his . . . "Ahhh!" he cried out drawing in a sharp breath. Carla bit him gently to get his attention. Dave recognized the sign. Carla was getting more aggressive and needed additional stimulation herself. He moved in behind her caressing her neck and back. He lowered his mouth, switching to kisses that roamed her lower back. His tongue created wet swirls that dotted her buttocks before slipping into her crack. She purred, as he expected. She sucked brutally, now oblivious to Shawn's reactions, lost in herself. Carla snapped out of her trance as Dave entered her from behind, pounding forcefully. After the initial thrust, Carla transferred to Shawn the same fervor Dave was exhibiting. She had her men grunting and groaning. Shawn's intense stare caught her attention and his groans were becoming growls. She knew he was close and desperately wanted him to come inside her pussy. She abruptly shouted and pushed away, releasing her hold on Shawn, and caused Dave to slip out. Both men, on the verge of ejaculation, had glazed over, stunned expressions. They watched as Carla climbed onto Shawn's lap and mounted him. His up-until-now virgin flesh filled her perfectly. She sat still, savoring the feel of him until his impatience beckoned her to appease him. She turned to look at Dave who was sitting back, once again handling himself, but with a dejected look on his face. "I want both of you," she begged. "Oh man," were the only discernable words in his deep growl. To Carla, this was the absolute ultimate in love making. It had to be done just right between partners who understood each other and Dave was a master. He poked her opening with his tip. Carla knew she would need to relax, but only became more tense. He pushed gently, the head entered. Carla screamed and convulsed, hot cream poured out over Shawn's crotch. Her muscles continued to pulsate causing Shawn' release at the same time. Shawn held her head and thrust turbulently until he had poured his entire soul into her. He collapsed against the back of the couch, Carla fell on top of him giving Dave better access. Dave's plunging shook her over and over. He was yelling something. Her mind fogged, she couldn't understand what he was saying. "Carla! Wake up!" Dave had a hard time waking his wife from her deep sleep. "Put your seat belt on. We're about to land." "Huh?" Carla opened her eyes and tried to regain her senses. "Your seat belt," he repeated. "What a dream," she reflected. Crimson tinted her face as she worried that she might have yelled out loud and "Oh my goodness." Escaped her lips as she realized her panties were soaking wet and prayed that it didn't show on the back of her skirt. "What?" Dave asked perplexed. "Nothing. Nothing." They landed in Phoenix, switched planes and boarded an express that would get them to Sierra Vista around 6:00pm. There they would rent a car to take them to her brother's home. They found the address with little back tracking, unloaded the car, and crashed on the couch. High Hopes Ch. 3 A moment later, a thought flashed through Carla's mind. She jumped up and rushed to the kitchen window. It was still daylight out and she could see that the pool water was, oh my gosh, in desperate need of cleaning. She prayed all the way to the garage door that her brother owned a set of left-handed golf clubs.