Chapter 1

Summertime was their favourite 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 their favourite 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 counselling material allowed her to amass a huge resource of insight into the male point of view, and most often, the viewpoint centred 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 enamoured 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 colour?” 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 neighbours, 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 risqué today?” Kat spoke as she carried her coffee to join her friend.