Ray Todd

Swinging son and daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Kathy Marshall lazily stretched her voluptuous body under the midday sun as she relaxed on the patio in her very brief bikini. Brushing her long blonde hair back, she dropped her free hand over the side of the chaise lounge, reaching for the long cool drink that her husband Wayne had just placed on the flagstones beside her. It was Sunday and she would soon have to go in and fix brunch for them, but for the moment, she just wanted to rein and sip her drink.

Glancing fondly at her husband, who was hunched in a chair reading the Sunday papers, she couldn't help but admire his lean bronzed body as he sat wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Wayne was just thirty years old, seven years older than Kathy, and they'd been married for almost two years. He was a very successful account executive at a local television station, and his future was filled with promise.

Since the first clay Wayne had gone to work there, Paul Weaver, the owner of the station, and his very attractive wife, Anne, had taken the young couple right to their hearts. Although the Weavers were a few years older and had teenaged children, they always included Wayne and Kathy in all their social activities. As a matter of tact, they'd been invited over to the Weavers' home this evening for a barbecue and swim.

"Well," grinned Wayne, folding his paper, "how about getting off your cute ass and fixing us something to eat?"

"You turd," she giggled, taking a deep sip other drink. "Aren't you even going to let me finish my drink?"

"Gulp that one down," teased her handsome husband, "and I'll fix you another one when we get in the kitchen."

Following his lovely wife into the house, Wayne could feel his cock throbbing in his shorts as he watched her cute ass wriggling in the skimpy bikini. Stepping up behind her as she stood by the sink, he reached around the beautiful girl and cupped her full tits in his hands.

"Oh, darling," she moaned helplessly as her husband's fingers teased the tender buds of her nipples into stiffness beneath the material of her bikini top. "If you keep that up, I won't be able to fix brunch."

"Good," whispered Wayne, unfastening the bra and dropping it to the floor. "Let's go back to bed."

"We'd better," giggled the attractive young blonde, "or I'll have to rape you right here."