Best Laid Plans by Cavindishnoir80
The 2022 “Hammered: an Ode to Mickey Spillane” Author Challenge Entry
Acknowledgments: Thank you to ChloeTzang for organizing this challenge and a huge thank you to all the participants of the past challenges.
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Prelude – Baltimore, MD. May, 1938. Tuesday night.
Alice Masters sipped chilled wine next to the swimming pool in her expansive backyard. One would hardly know that they were in a major city. Trees and hedges lining the property kept out the hustle and bustle of the surrounding area. Not that there was much hustle and bustle in this quiet upscale neighborhood, but no traffic or street sounds penetrated Alice’s carefully crafted sanctuary.
The pool, inspired by a trip out west to California with her husband, was a new addition and Alice had thrown three parties already this year to show off their newest symbol of wealth. Situated right next to the house, one could walk through the french doors from their living room and jump right into the cool, blue waters. Summers could be uncomfortably humid, and the pool had been presented to her husband as a way to stay comfortably at home instead of running off to the Eastern Shore once Baltimore became a sauna. But Alice loved the pool by night so much more than during the day. The way the light swam through the water and reflected off the side of the house gave everything an ethereal glow, a sense of other-worldliness.
Sanctuary was an accurate term, Alice built her backyard as a refuge from the normal day-to-day duties that required all of her attention and focus during the day. Responsibilities and relationships downtown could be forgotten and left behind. At night, Alice would slip out of her uncomfortable clothes, dive into her pool, and pretend that she was free of the stressful life she choose to lead with her husband. Floating, looking up at the stars, Alice was free. Tonight she was celebrating. Wine and a companion to help distract her and her husband from the troubles that beset them.
The beautiful platinum blond girl sipped her wine and smiled back at Alice from the other side of the outdoor couch. Only Alice was naked, still glistening from her swim. Clara was in a silk cocktail dress that left little to the imagination. The cool air and attraction to her hostess caused her nipples to harden visibly through the thin material of her dress. Clara had been invited out to the house once before and things had gone well, she was invited back again to swim, flirt, and make love. For her part, Clara had been excited to see where her evening was to be spent, she loved swimming and the Masters were a charming couple.
Alice was a beautiful woman at 40 and one could see how stunning she had been at 25, Clara’s age. Her high cheekbones, brunette hair, ample chest, and hourglass shape made her the envy of all the other married women at the parties she threw. Alice had a way of smiling that put even the most out-of-place guest at ease. She was a belle of the high-society scene, and with that came a certain pride, a way of holding herself that let you know she was in charge. Even naked, sitting sipping wine next to a pool; Alice was the mistress of her own house.
Clara in contrast, was innocence personified. Her smile, her openness, her obvious giddiness caused by one glass off wine all belied her lack of worldliness. This, Clara knew, was a large part of her charm. That and her ass. Everyone complimented her ass. While Alice’s smile made others relax, Clara’s smile brightened any room she was in, it inspired people around her to make her smile all the more. It was this smile that Clara turned on Alice after finishing her wine.
“I feel like I’m over-dressed for this party,” Clara said drinking in the naked sensuality of the woman sitting across from her. “It would be rude of me not to join my hostess.”
Standing, Clara pulled her arms out of the slight straps of the dress and allowed her tits to swing free of the silk fabric. Taking a long step toward Alice, Clara sat next to the woman on the couch and leaned forward to kiss her stunning hostess.
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Guy Masters was having the second worst week of his life. An incident at work the week before was taking all of his time and focus away from his normally quiet life. Even worse, the press knew what had happened and were having a field day speculating and inventing new ways to make what was a bad situation an embarrassing one. Alice had called him at lunch and told him that he was to be home before 9, regardless of how many policeman or reporters demanded his time. It had been a welcome distraction and a good story to excuse himself from the office. The police detectives and federal agents had everything well in hand, there was no need for him to sit in his office with nothing to do but sit with his dick in his hand. Guy called his driver and arranged to be home at 8, an hour earlier than his wife’s ultimatum.
Sitting in the back of the car, Guy loosened his tie and allowed himself a moment to close his eyes. He had not slept more than four hours a night for the past week and now the stress was starting to tell on his face. Bags under his eyes and a gray tint to his otherwise dark hair were a new addition to his appearance and made him feel older each time he looked in a mirror. Once things had settled back down, he would take a vacation. Time away would do him good. Alice would know where to go. She always knew what he needed.
The car dropped him off in the driveway by the front door lit by a lamppost in the hedge. Guy fumbled in his pockets for his key, but found the front door unlocked. When he switched on the light in the entrance way, he noticed something odd. Wet footprints led from the back of the house to the door and back again. Guy smiled. Alice always swam naked in the evenings, she must have come out to turn on the light for him.
Shedding his jacket, tie, and shirt as he moved toward the kitchen to fix himself a drink, Guy noticed that the lights in the pool were on and lighting the living room. Then he heard the moan. Long and low, he knew immediately it was one of the noises his wife made when she was close to cumming. Interest piqued, Guy walked into the living room and surveyed the pool area beyond the french doors. His wife, naked and on her back on the couch, was being eaten out by a lithe platinum blond with an ass that looked eerily familiar.
Maybe today would not be one the worst days of his life.
Peeling off clothing as fast as he could, Guy caught his reflection in a mirror Alice had hung next to the french doors. Tall and dark, Guy was proud of keeping the weight off that so many of the other bank presidents seemed to acquire along with their titles. Already aroused, he opened the doors and approached the couch on the far side of the pool.
Alice saw him first and threw him a kiss as she writhed in pleasure. Clara, focused on the job at hand, did not know he was there until he pulled her dress up to her waist and spread her legs with his foot. Guy reached down and ran a finger from the blonde’s clit to her asshole. Wet did not begin to describe how aroused the young woman was. Not needing to waste any time on foreplay, Guy plunged his cock straight into Clara’s cunt from behind. Now Clara squealed in pleasure, but only for a moment before she went back licking Alice’s clit. Not for the first time, Guy and Alice wondered if cute Clara had cum just from his entering her.