Chapter 5

The next morning Nora and Cole came over to help their new neighbors empty boxes stacked in every room. A national moving company had moved the Morgans into their home two weeks earlier and, therefore, they didn't lift a finger to complete their own move-in. On the other hand, Steve and Nancy had driven a rented truck-loaded with their humble possessions- towing their car behind it. Now, they faced the daunting task of transferring all of their possessions out of boxes and placing and setting up the larger un-boxed pieces.

When they took a well-deserved midmorning break, Nora said to Nancy, "I should have told you earlier, I found a sitter for tonight."

Nancy furrowed her brow and asked. "Why do we need a sitter for tonight?"

Steve chimed in and said, "honey, I forgot to tell you but yesterday Cole asked me if we had anything planned for tonight and I told him we didn't. They want to show us around. Dinner, maybe a show. I thought we deserved a treat after the long drive and unpacking."

"Oh, that sounds like fun," said Nancy.

Cole hoped that there hadn't been a reversion in her modesty since yesterday because Nancy was wearing loose jeans and another T-shirt that he bet was Steve's. He need not have worried. She was wearing what she was wearing because she didn't have anything else to wear.

The two couples worked hard that morning and made a significant dent in the piles of boxes. At noon, Nora went to her house and came back a half hour later carrying sandwiches, chips, a beer for Cole and a thermos of the fruit punch that both Nancy and Steve seemed to like so much.

While they finished eating, Cole said, "Rome wasn't built in a day. Why don't you girls take off and go shopping. Buy something sexy for tonight, my treat." He reached in his pocket took out a key chain and tossed it to Nora. "We'll stay here and keep working."

"Oh yes," Nora said gleefully. "My favorite sport, shopping."

Before the women left, Nora insisted that they go over to her place and find something more suitable for Nancy to wear on her first Las Vegas shopping spree. This time, there was no resistance to her suggestion.

Steve couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his wife, ten minutes later, as she walked to the one of the Morgan's matching SUV's She was wearing a pair of white short shorts, a crop top revealing her bare midriff and a pair of sandals. Her hair was no longer in a pony tail but fell loosely to her shoulders.

"This is going to be fun, Nancy," said Nora. "I've found several stores that I think you'll like." During the drive Nora said, "why don't we get identical dresses, except for the color, like our swim suits yesterday. This time you wear black and I'll wear white."

Nancy smiled at the suggestion of her new friend and agreed before she had any idea exactly what Nora had in mind.

Before they arrived at the upscale shopping center, Nora thought the time was right to become more intimate with her young neighbor. "Boy, Nancy, you sure got Cole's juices flowing yesterday."

"What do you mean?"

"He was so hot last night. I'm surprised I can even walk today. I think you were his inspiration."

"Oh, Nora. If you're talking about him putting lotion on me, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm not like that."

"Oh, slow down Nancy. There's nothing for which to apologize. I should thank you for getting him ready for me."

"You can't mean that," said an incredulous Nancy.

"I sure do mean it. Look, Nancy, things are different out here, at least they are with Cole and with me. He can do anything he wants with anybody he wants to and so can I. He can rub sun tan lotion on another woman, or do much more than that if he wants to." She took her eyes off the road for just and instant and looked at Nancy to gauge her reaction to what she had said.

It had been obvious to Nancy that this older couple was living lives very different from those people who had been her role models-her parents, aunts and uncles, neighbors, her grand parents and Steve's relatives-had lived. Just how different she was about to find out. "So, you're saying that Cole can . . . he can . . . "

"I don't mean to be indelicate but yes, he can fuck anybody he wants to and . . . so can I. I hope I haven't blown your mind," Nora said.

"You have," Nancy honestly admitted. "You probably think that we're hicks. I only dated two boys, other than Steve, and they weren't anything serious. I guess you could say that we've lived sheltered lives."

"Oh Nancy, I sure don't think you're hicks. And, guess what, when I was your age, I'd had about the same amount of experience as you have. It wasn't until I was nearly thirty that I realized what I had been missing." She laughed, then said, "I've been trying to make up for lost time ever since."

"Let me ask you something," said Nancy. "Doesn't Cole hate it when you're . . . well, when you're with other men?"

"Oh no, on the contrary he loves it. I can tell you that after he or I have been with someone else, sex with him is ten times better than when we keep it just to ourselves."

"That's very strange. Yesterday Steve said that he was glad I had worn the tiny bikini, glad that I let Cole touch me where he did and even gladder that I liked it." Oops, thought Nancy, I've said more than I intended to.

Nora smiled. "I'm not surprised that you liked his touching you. Cole is really incredible. He's not the best looking guy that ever lived but he loves women more than any man I've ever known. His touch is magical; his fingers, his mouth, tongue, well you can't imagine what he can do with them. And his cock. What can I say about his cock?" Wistfully, she answered her own question by saying, "he's hung like a horse-super-sized-and can go for hours. But, I think that what makes him so special is that he doesn't think about himself at all during sex, he gets his satisfaction by totally satisfying his partner. Believe me, there aren't many men like that and I should know."

Nancy was trying to absorb what Nora had told her. She knew that the flush of her skin, that came from too much sun yesterday, didn't mask her embarrassment. She was reminded how sweet Cole had been to her when she was sick. And then she remembered his touches. Strong hands of a relative stranger that had rubbed nearly every inch of the back half of her body. She remembered peeking through tiny slits, yesterday, at the white Speedo and what it contained when Cole was applying the lotion. Now, Nora had confirmed that his penis was unusually large. "Can we talk about something else . . .?" Asked a very uncomfortable Nancy.

"Of course. I would never have brought the subject of Cole up if you hadn't told me that you enjoyed his touch."

That afternoon, they purchased two sexy dresses; a black one for Nancy and a white one for Nora. Nora had to talk Nancy into agreeing to wear it because it left little to the imagination and it couldn't be worn with a bra. At a shoe store they bought brand new high heel sandals that were higher by an inch than any that Nancy had worn. When Nancy said she wanted to buy a new pair of pantihose to go with the new dress Nora said, "oh honey, with your gorgeous legs it would be a shame to encase them in nylon. I think you'll look nicer and be much more comfortable without them."

Nancy realized that, for the first time in her adult life, she now had a friend in whom she could confide. Also, she trusted this older, experienced woman who was very different from her.

The next stop was a small boutique jewelry store. Before they entered, Nora asked Nancy, "do you have gold loop earrings?"

"No. I don't wear much jewelry and my few pairs of earrings are clip ons."

Nora already knew what Nancy had just admitted. She took her to the piercing area and said to the young clerk, "my friend needs her ears pierced and then we need a pair of gold loops."

While they were waiting, Nancy said, "I notice that you always wear a bracelet on you right ankle."

Nora smiled because she was about to broach the subject of an ankle bracelet herself. "Do you like it?" Nora lifted her right foot and held it out in front of her.

"I think it's cute. So do you think I should get one?"

Oh this going to be easier than I imagined thought Nora. "If you want to. There is, however, a warning I should give you before you decide to get one. In some circles, when a woman wears an ankle bracelet, especially on her right ankle, it means that she's available, that she's available for other men."

"You must be kidding."

"No, I'm not kidding. Of course there are many women, probably most, who wear them because they like the way it looks. If you wanted to get one, I just thought I should warn you that, to some people, it is taken as sign, a signal, an invitation."

When they left the shop fifteen minutes later, gold loops adorned Nancy's freshly pierced delicate earlobes and a small gold chain encircled her left ankle. She justified the later purchase by saying to herself that most women who wore an ankle bracelet, at least according to Nora, did so because they liked the way that it looked and not because it was a sign of availability. Also, she was wearing it on the left ankle, not the right. Finally, she remembered that Steve seemed to like the one that Nora wore.

As they were driving home Nora asked, "Nancy, have you ever thought of contact lenses?"

"Oh, I don't really need glasses. At night, when I'm driving, it cuts down on the flare of lights."

"Then why do you wear them?"

"I'm not sure. I have since I was thirteen."

Right, thought Nora. About the time she started developing. The large, unattractive frames, were as much of a covering as the abundant layers of clothing she had been wearing when they first met. "Take your glasses off. Let me look at you." A slight glance was all that it took to confirm how much prettier she was without them. "Oh, it's a shame to cover your beautiful face. If you really need glasses, if I were you, I'd get new frames or better yet contacts or even consider laser surgery."

"Like I said, I really don't need glasses." To prove her point she put them in her purse and smiled at Nora.

Nora glanced to her right and saw a woman who was very different from the one she had met just two days ago. Sitting in the passenger seat was a gorgeous, sexy blond wearing short shorts and a crop top. Her skin was glowing from the day in the sun. Her hair framed her beautiful face that was no longer hidden behind the oversized, horribly unfashionable frames she had been wearing. Dangling from each freshly pierced ear lobe was a sexy gold loop. This person had also agreed to go out on the town that evening wearing a black cocktail dress that was very short, with a plunging neckline and no back at all. Around her left ankle was the thin gold chain. Nora wondered how long it would be before Nancy started wearing it on her right ankle.

While the women were shopping, the men had been attaching curtain rods and hanging pictures. When they took a break, Cole said, "so tell me Steve, did Nancy say anything about me putting the lotion on her yesterday?"

"Yes, she did. Admitting it was difficult for her but she eventually told me that she felt bad about it, bad because she liked it."

Cole grinned in satisfaction. "Hey, that's great. Let me tell you something. Yesterday you said that you wished Nancy was more like Nora and I said that you didn't really know what Nora was like. If you're still interested, I'll tell you." He looked at his neighbor to make sure he had his complete attention and then said, "Nora loves sex. I mean she really loves sex. She loves sex with other men, not just me. Lot's of other men. Now that I've told you that, are you sure that you want your wife to be like Nora?"

For some reason, what he heard did not surprise Steve. He was surprised at his own reaction, however. He had to admit to himself that he did want Nancy to be like Nora. Could he admit it to his neighbor? "It doesn't really matter what I want. There's not much a chance of that ever happening."

"Why do you say that?" Cole wanted to know.

"Like I explained yesterday, we're from a town very different from this place. Also, Nancy has almost zero experience with other men, or boys actually."

"Hey man. We all have to start somewhere. How about you, have you had lots of different women?"

"Truthfully?" He looked away from his curious neighbor and then down at this hands. "No, I haven't had much more experience than she has."

"But I'll bet you'd like to have more sex, I mean even with your wife. Am I right?"

There wasn't any sense in beating around the bush. "You're right but it's not up to me, it's up to her." Steve was very curious about something and thought that now was time and Cole was just the man to help him. "Let me ask you something, doesn't it bother you knowing that Nora's with another guy or even watching her with someone else?"

"Oh it bothers me all right. It makes me hot and bothered. If you get my drift." Cole laughed then said, "no my friend, there's nothing like knowing she's doing it or watching your wife as she spreads her legs for another man and then welcomes a stiff new penis inside her. If you think about it, when you're on top of her or behind her or she's on top of you, you only have one perspective. You can't take in the whole scene. That can only happen when you're not a part of it."

"I've never thought about it like that."

"It's true. And all the bullshit about women having to be in love with their partner, it's just that, it's bullshit. Fuck man, they're just like we are, they like sex because it makes them feel good, there's nothing else like it." Cole thought that it was time to get right to the point. "I think we're getting close to something here and to make sure that there's no misunderstanding . . . I mean, after all, we're neighbors and becoming good friends, I don't want to fuck that up but I've got to ask you, are you absolutely sure you want Nancy to be like Nora? "

Steve didn't have to think about it. He had already thought about it, thought about it for years and that was exactly what he wanted. However, if he reconfirmed it to Cole then that was tantamount to an invitation. "Yes, that's exactly what I want."

"Okay, that's great man. Let me ask you a couple of questions. Does she like oral, both giving and receiving?"

"Before yesterday afternoon and last night, I would have said that she wasn't crazy about it." He remembered her taking him into her mouth and his own mouth exploring her pussy. "Though she doesn't have much experience, today, I'll have to say she really seems to love it. Both the giving and the receiving."

"How about anal?"

Wow! Thought Steve. He couldn't have imagined that he would ever talk with anyone about what went on behind the closed door of their bedroom but now he was admitting to a stranger that his wife had begun to come out of her shell. "Again, before last night I would have said I don't know because we had never tried. Today, I can tell you that when she got used to it, I mean my being inside her, she went crazy."

"That's great! If Nancy is ever to become like Nora, then you're going to have to let her know that you want her to change. There can't be any fucking doubt in her mind that you want her to screw other men."

"She knows that I liked it when she wore that little bikini and then let you put the lotion on her."

"That's a long way from letting her know that you want her let other men slip their dicks in her pussy. No, my friend, being too subtle is a guarantee that someone like Nancy will keep her knees together, at least for other men." Okay, thought Cole, here goes. "Tell you what. We're going out tonight. If I know my Nora, she will have picked out something dazzling for them to wear. I know that she planned to take Nancy to a little jewelry store that she discovered and get her to pierce her ears."

"Oh, I doubt that Nancy will go for that. I've tried to get her to pierce her ears for years. She always said no."

"Let's see what happens. Also, I don't know if you noticed, but Nora wears an ankle bracelet."

"Yeah, I saw that and I think it's sexy."

"Some people think that if a woman wears an ankle bracelet, especially on her right ankle, then she's a hot wife . . . she's available. Of course, many women who wear an ankle bracelet wear it because they like it and for no other reason. I know that Nora intends to get an ankle bracelet for your wife and explain what it signifies to some people."

Across the street, the women returned from their outing. Before they got out of the car, Nora asked, "So tell me Nancy, do you think you'll ever move the ankle bracelet to your right ankle?"

Nancy laughed and said, "you told me that it really doesn't mean anything so what difference would it make if I did move it to my right ankle?"

"You're right, that is what I said. However, it would sure mean something to Cole if you did."