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By Coyote (Address Withheld)

Summertime was their favorite time of year, so much so that years ago Rick and Pet decided to make Florida their permanent home. Right off the bat, the two had decided that, although they enjoyed Missouri, they were made for a warmer climate. After all, the Florida Keys was there favorite vacation spot, and Orlando seemed an ideal location. They had done a good job at raising their two kids who are now grown and off to make their own ways in the world. It was now reward time for Rick and Pet, no kids, freedom to come and go as they please, travel, eat out, and explore new lifestyles that hadn't been "permitted" within a family structure. One of the best things they had done was plan for the future by making wise investments in both the stock market and themselves. They realized that when the time came, all the money in the world wouldn't make them happy if they weren't physically fit to reap the benefits, so they kept themselves in excellent shape. They had made it through the family years in good shape, and now they were ready to take on the world with a bright, fresh new attitude and bodies to match.
Rick was a fit as a man could be, healthy, strong, and with the enthusiasm of a twenty year old which belied his actual age of fifty. Pet had more than kept pace through constant exercise and an active lifestyle. Not a person in their right mind would guess her actual age, but everyone would peg her to be in her thirties. Her 5'4" 115 lb. frame was merely the vessel that was adorned with pixy blond hair, green eyes, slim waist and breasts that still defied the pencil test. Together, they were a match made in heaven and kept intact through their own care and respect. The most unique thing one might say of the pair is that they never grew up, which is a quality that every one envied.
In recent years when the kids were weaning themselves from the nest, more and more time became available for Pet to work on herself, and to discover her own many moods, adult likes and dislikes, and tastes for adventure. She had been a mother, housewife, and respected long time employee of the state mental health system as a teacher, and her plans for semi-retirement were working out nicely. Rick had always wanted a boat, but was still working towards his early retirement, and Pet had always wanted a cottage. Since Pet was now free of the constant presence of kids, they made the most logical choice of what they would get first. Pet got her beach house, but at least it was on the water where Rick could dream about his perfect boat. Although they settled in central Florida, the beach house would allow them a perfect escape whenever they wanted, and the best part was that they could get away to a place where virtually nobody knew them.
Pet had quit teaching and planned on taking the challenge of writing novelettes for women's magazines. She was quite good at it, since she slanted her work to the largely forbidden side of women's fantasies of sexual encounters. She thought to herself, "Why not? We've got a new life, new beach house, and are making a new set of friends. I can be any one that I want to these people, so why not live a fantasy life?" Her exposure to frequent counseling material allowed her to amass a huge resource of insight into the male point of view, and most often, the viewpoint centered on the aggressive male psyche. Pet made her relatively boring job exciting by allowing her mind to play fantasy games with the various patient cases, gathering material for her stories, and lacing the story line with an unusual blend of male and female perspectives. Her writing success came from the fact that her stories were so real and life like. The reader had a hard time believing that this was fiction, and usually wound up preferring to get lost in imagining that the stories were real.
Pet noticed that part of her success was in allowing herself to imagine that the events included her as the heroin, and Rick as the hero. There was plenty of material available to conjure up villains, and so the material flowed onto paper, fed by the floodgates of her mind that was only starting to realize its potential for excitement. The stories began in romance style, but soon she found herself fantasizing about more adventurous situations. Not only did her writing heat up the page, but it also fanned her own feminine flames, making her become more adventurous in her own life. She always had to test the concept before she accepted it as believable. Slowly but surely, Pet began dressing more daringly as she recognized that men really do drool over the feminine form. "Not bad," she thought to herself when she started borrowing and wearing some of her daughters' clothing. Not only did it fit, but she discovered that she still had the stuff that dreams are made of, and, so, her own wardrobe began changing to shorter skirts, tighter fitting tops, and lower cut necklines. Her well tanned legs proved so enticing that she just had to wear more heels to show them off, especially when no nylons were needed to smooth the shape. As her dressing games continued, Pet's imagination drifted back to the sixties days of free love and body freedom. Soon she dared to go braless under her knit tops, making her clearly visible hard nipples a focal point for men in the malls. So enamored was she by the effect, that she took the plunge and even went sans underwear altogether, and felt the freedom of air flowing over her uncovered pussy as she ventured out on her daily routine. Her transformation was underway, and it was all her own doing, all part of that second childhood.
Rick was by no means left out of the picture. On the contrary, Pet's love making was getting increasingly active and adventuresome, and Rick started to rediscover some of those things men bury away deep inside while raising a family. Things like taking pride in being in shape, making new friends, trying a few new sports, game playing in bed, and, as Pet would say, "just plain looking good." Rick and Pet began talking more in bed now that they had the house to themselves, and it was just like the early years when they were finding out more about each other. Only this time, a lot of that process involved digging into what turned each other on, and talking about fantasies. Pet loved to have Rick talk to her, setting the mood, then conjure up some totally untrue, but wildly stimulating story that involved some sexy scenario. Rick found that the more daring he became, the faster Pet would lose control and the more aggressive and open she became.
The couple grew together, expanding their horizons, and becoming richer for the experience. Pet's novelettes took on a new slant toward lovemaking, one which women found fascinating. Rick never read Pet's material, since it was all mushy romance, but little did he know that she began to intertwine Rick's fantasies into her own stories. They would feed each other's fire by pushing the edge just a little more each time in order to find something new. Fantasies about exposure led to Pet adding the details of where and when. Stories about Pet being put up as a bet at a poker game only had Pet asking how many guys were involved. And when Rick teased her with the fantasy of hosting a party where she demonstrated adult toys, and being made to explain the finer points of using a life like dildo, Pet looked him in the eye and asked, "what color?" Now that was a concept that neither had ever considered, since their Christian upbringing had clearly labeled that as an ultimate taboo. However, taboo or not, there was something that broke new ground, and Pet didn't even know why it slipped past her lips. The body rush they both experienced drove them to quick simultaneous orgasm that night, and the subject was dropped, but not forgotten.
Pet liked the games and fantasies, and even dared to think about trying to live out some of the milder scenarios, but was afraid for her safety. One of the most treasured things in her life at that time was her best new friend, Kathryn, who she used as a confidant, sounding board, and close female companion. Kat (as she preferred to be called) was slightly younger than Pet and had a similar shape and dark hair cut shoulder length. They had met while working in different sectors of the state correctional system, where Pet did some research on psychology profiles for her stories, and Kat worked at the administration office of the prison only a few miles from their homes. One might say that Pet investigated their minds, while Kat took care of the inmates' physical needs. Having to gain access to files caused them to spend quite a bit of time together, causing the relationship to grow, and, as neighbors, they became very good friends.
Kat was always encouraging Pet to try new things, and would always read every line of Pet's writing, offering her opinion and sharing new twists. There was something slightly mysterious about Kat and her husband, John, something like a hidden secret of sorts that Pet kept pushing to discover. Nevertheless, Pet enjoyed Kat's company, and together they would spend their days shopping, planning social events, reading, cooking, and even dressing each other as bare as they dared before venturing out. It became one of their little games that had no end to risk and reward from the stares they got from strangers, and the fire in bed after words. One thing that Kat did enjoy was reading Pet's stories, and together they combined their womanly fantasies to create the perfect subplots. All too often the two acted more like teenagers, feeding off wild imaginations and providing support that their devilish thoughts were really okay.
Kat's schedule was cut back at the prison, but she was allowed to stay on if she was willing to accept working half shifts. Actually, this was perfect, because it gave her more time to spend at home and with her friend. She adjusted her schedule such that she came over on a daily basis to spend the first few hours with Pet until she had to report to work. Being the outdoor sun worshiper that she was, Pet preferred working outside on their private patio that surrounded the pool. Their house curved around the pool in a U shape, thereby creating a quiet and very private environment in which to work. In fact, it was so private and relaxed that Pet and Kat teased each other about being too modest, and one day decided to go topless, which eventually turned into a common practice. When Rick left for work each morning, Pet would simply leave the side door unlocked so that Kat could arrive at her leisure, and enter the house without disturbing Pet's writing out back. On one particular day, Pet decided to go one step further, and when Kat arrived, she found her friend working away at her laptop, sitting nude at the patio table.
"My, aren't we being a little risqu‚ today?" Kat spoke as she carried her coffee to join her friend.
Pet just blushed slightly as she responded, "I...I guess I was just feeling...well, you know..."
"Don't worry. I was wondering when you'd get around to being totally comfortable," Kat broke in as she placed her coffee on the table and proceeded to strip. In seconds, both women were talking about how good it felt to feel the breeze on their skin, and kicked themselves for not having tried this sooner. Pet's body was rushing as she couldn't seem to stop chattering about her excitement and this feeling. That day, no writing got done, but a lot of talking was accomplished, and another door was opened in Pet's life.
As summer approached in earnest and the days wore on, the woman spent all their days naked on the patio, each cultivating some of Florida's best overall tans. The two talked and even made a bet on when their husbands would notice, each selecting a date and time of the actual time when one of them would mention the lack of tan lines. However, Kat insisted that they make the bet worthwhile by wagering something wild, something that would qualify as pushing their sexual envelopes.
Pet began, "Ok, I know. If I win, you have to invite Rick and I over for a barbeque and hot tub, and you have to convince us all to go nude by you stripping first, then enticing us to join. I've always wanted to see what John has between his legs, since you are always bragging about getting stuffed." Pet laughed at her inventiveness, and dared her friend to one up her.
Kat blushed at the thought and was getting hotter as she strained to come up with one better. Then suddenly she retorted, "You're on! If I win, then you and I are going to spend one full day at either Paradise Lakes or Lake Como, and you pay for both our memberships. Take your choice."
"You mean the nudist resorts?" Pet exclaimed unbelievably.
"Yup! That's the game. You're not chicken are you?"
"No, but...."
"Oh come on! It would be fun. And besides, I always wanted to see what a lot of men have swinging between their legs, not just Rick."
The two women took a deep breath, clinked their glasses of iced tea and agreed on the bet. Both wondered what they just did, but neither could contain their excitement. Just in case, they both agreed that they should do just a little net surfing to find out more about the American Association for Nude Recreation.

It took a scant seven days for the white patches to fill in, and it was John who confronted Kat with the question of how she acquired the overall tan. He more than approved, especially when she told him about lying about with Pet in the altogether. Their evening turned out to be most fulfilling, at least it was for Kat, who was on the receiving end of three loads. After only three hours of sleep, they were both bright eyed and bushy tailed. Kat couldn't wait to tell Pet, and John couldn't stop thinking about where she was going when she left the house.
"I win!" Kat announced cheerfully as she bounced onto her friend's patio having already shed her clothes inside. "Last night at exactly 9pm the question was popped, and after that, things just kept popping all night." She was obviously proud of her accomplishment.
"No fair!" Pet shrieked in surprise, "Rick's been out of town for three days, so I didn't stand a chance."
"Not my problem, honey. A bet's a bet, and you have to pay up." There was a brief moment of silence when both women contemplated what paying up really entailed. They looked at each other, blushing with the prospect of what was to come next.
Pet spoke first, "Paradise Lakes," she started. "You wanted me to make a choice, so I choose Paradise Lakes next Tuesday. I figure that in the middle of the week we won't run into anyone we could know, so we'll make a day of it." Her tone was defiant, not wanting to show a lack of spunk.
"Tuesday it is. Our excuse will be a shopping trip to Tampa," Kat responded. "Let's see, we have to make plans on who's driving, what stuff to bring, what to w... Oh my gosh! I almost said what to wear!" and the two laughed, a good antidote to their nervousness. "By the way, don't feel so bad about losing the bet."
"Why not? I did kind of fancy seeing John with his defenses down, so to speak," Pet queried.
"That's just it. So does he, in reverse. When I told him how I got my tan, I had to include you in the picture, and you wouldn't believe what I read in his thought bubble. Needless to say, that wasn't the only thing that bubbled up last night, so I suspect that we may eventually both turn out to be winners. What do you think?" Kat said slyly.
"I think that I have a very devious friend with a very dirty little imagination. I also think that she's my best friend!" Pet said with affection. And so, once again, the day was spent in preparation for their payoff adventure, wondering about etiquette, and working on deepening those all too wicked tans.

Pet's pussy was literally twitching by the time Rick arrived home the next day. She couldn't understand why her body was reacting the way it was, since she was the creator of literary eroticism on a daily basis. The fact is that her pussy had been dripping all day, and her nipples were in a constant state of firmness, sticking out like fresh new pencil erasers. Kat notice it too, and even teased Pet about the wet spot on the chaise and the pearls of moisture on her trimmed pussy hair. By now, the pair was able to talk openly about most anything, and kidding of this kind was just part of the daily interaction.
Rick noticed that Pet was more attentive than normal when he arrived home. Not only did she have a special meal made, but she had made preparations for a romantic evening complete with music, martinis, and silk kimonos for both of them. Pet allowed him to shower and slip into the robe before handing him a drink and settling on the couch nearby. She sat cross legged, and allowed her robe to part seductively in the middle.
"So, what's the occasion?" Rick asked suspiciously. "I mean, I have no complaints, but it seems you get sexier every day."
"I'll take that as a compliment," said Pet. "I just got excited thinking about you today, and decided that games should be a more important part of our lives. Don't you think?"
"I'll drink to that," cheered Rick, and they raised their glasses to toast the rich partnership that everyone else envied. After more idle chatter, and pouring the second martini, they were getting loose from the affect of the drink, and Rick playfully asked, "Well now, since games are to be more a part of our lives, what did my little playmate have in mind?"
Pet sat Indian style and looked toward the patio where the oil lamp and soft lights cast a warm glow on their private paradise. Rick turned to see what she was watching as he heard her say, "Oh, I just thought you'd enjoy dinner on the patio," and before he could respond, she added, "in the nude."
A broad grin swept across Rick's face as he fumbled with a napkin to mop up the martini that he just spilled in excitement. A moment later he was following his vixen through the sliding doors as she walked barefoot in front of him. As she walked, she undid the sash on her kimono, allowing it to open completely in front. Then, after putting her drink on the table, she turned to face her husband, and slid off her robe in one silky motion. Rick took her lead and began shedding his rob as well, all the while squinting at Pet's lithe form in the dusky light.
"What's the matter?" Pet asked standing seductively with her hips cocked.
"Nothing.....well, actually, you look....you look really beautiful! I mean, I could swear you ....."
Cutting him off in mid-sentence, she held her hands palms up to the side displaying herself saying, "You like?"
Rick stared silently for several moments, almost unable to speak. Then the wide grin came sweeping back as he approached her and ran the back of his fingers gently over the soft brown skin of her breast. "Tell me, how many times can a man fall in lust with his own wife over and over again?"
"Can't say," Pet responded as their eyes locked, "but I intend for you to O.D. on the addiction, and I'm going to be your supplier!"
Her words had the intended affect, and she fell into Rick's arms as he lifted her off to the sliding doors leading to the bedroom. He couldn't keep his hands off her smooth body, feeling every inch of femininity, exploring her exposure fold by fold and crevice by crevice. Rick took command, and Pet melted at the attention, responsive to his strength. She submitted to every subtle motion and they danced horizontally, entwining in their endless supply of passion. Rick couldn't wait to taste every fold of Pet's body, as he began his head to toe feast. Pet responded by giving loving attention to his manhood, enveloping his cock with her soft mouth, and coaxing his sperm from the balls dangling in front of her face. Her lover gave equally passionate attention to her pussy, starting with her thighs, then working around until his tongue touched the tip of her clit. Darting in and out, up one side and down the other between the folds, he brought her up and down that hill of satisfaction. Each time a little further up, but never over. He was mirroring the effect he was feeling as his balls ached in search of final release.
Pet had lost control like an animal, like a love slave who wanted to know how she could give even more to her master, and, in her abandon said, "what do you want? How can I please my man?"
As Pet went back to sucking on Rick's rock hard cock, she heard him respond, "Shave! I want to see a baby smooth pussy tanned like the rest of you!" Rick didn't plan to say it, he just reacted. Pet didn't plan to hear it, and reacted in return. They both exploded at the same time, Rick gushing down her throat with three day's worth of cum, and Pet splashing his face showing her excitement at the image. Their trips over the hill were violent, and while Pet drank the hot spunk, she sucked for more, completely draining his balls of their last drop. Rick reveled in washing his face between Pet's legs, tasting her free flowing juice, and lapping up every ounce of fluid that she produced.
They lay in the afterglow, totally wrapped up in their sex, and marveling at the never-ending source of passion that they felt for each other.
"Promise me that you'll never stop inventing new games," Rick said as he drifted off.
The next morning, the razor had its workout before Rick awoke, and Pet prepared to face the day... this time, totally and completely nude.