Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Heat Wave
Part: 16 of 25
Universe: The Heat Wave
Summary: Meet Cletus Putnam: landlord, entrepreneur, opportunist, sometime
Dom.  It's hotter than Hell and he has the only swimming pool and central
air conditioning in his little lower middle-class neighborhood -- and he's
not above taking advantage of that fact.
Content: exhib humil

Chapter 16

	The council of war lasted another fifteen minutes or so; I called in
Amy for the last five, because she was more of an ally than an enemy, despite
her sex.  We ran some ideas past her to see what the expected reaction would
be, which tickled her on multiple occasions.  Then Ed toddled off to deliver
the good word.  I gathered the 'family' in the living room and delivered
marching orders...

	"Okay, it's like this -- the nosy neighbor who has threatened to sic
the police on me for things that go on here has the guts to ask if she can
come over and get away from the heat here.  Undoubtedly, she figures she'll
get some dirt on me in the process.  In discussions with her hubby, it
becomes clear that this is a 'sour grapes' situation -- meaning that she
isn't having fun and we are, so we should be punished.  I aim to defuse this
situation."

	Nobody said anything.  I swept my eyes over the group and continued,
"We're gonna play dirty; I figure that if we give her enough rope in the way
of temptation, she'll hang herself.  That being the case, we're gonna tempt
the living crap out of her.  I'm going to ask some of you to try certain
things, and if she proves vulnerable, I want you to carry things through to a
conclusion.  Since she's female, I'm not asking anyone -- male or female --
to do anything they haven't already done before -- with the possible
exception of making a fuss over her old man..."

	"What was that?" Jean raised her hand.

	"Simply put, we figured she might be a little looser if she was a
little pissed and had revenge on her mind," I explained, "That being the
case, Ed is gonna drool on the carpet some over you girls -- and I'd like for
some of you at least to flirt and tease him a little.  We're not talking
about fucking him; if I need someone for that, I have a volunteer.  On the
other hand, if you LIKE Ed and you WANT to do him, that's another matter..."

	Jean frowned, so I added, "With the exceptions of Kate and Pete, who
live here, you don't have to participate if you don't want to -- but I don't
want you messing with the program, either.  You can always opt out and toddle
on home..."

	Amy rolled her eyes, "Like I'm gonna do THAT!"

	"Kate and Pete, you can just stay out of sight if that's how you want
to handle it -- but I'm counting on some help -- she IS a threat to us, after
all..." I insisted.  Jean was giving me a look, so I confronted her directly.
"The difference between her and you is that while you were content to do what
you were doing and at worst leave us alone, she wants to hassle us all
actively.  I think that's totally hypocritical and she deserves what she's
gonna get."

	"What IS she gonna get?" Pete asked.

	"Laid, probably," I grinned.  "Would you like to handle it?  That
would simplify things a lot.  If she has sex with you or Michael, she's
screwed if she bothers us.  I'll only wave the stick if I have to -- she'll
probably figure out the fact that she's screwed all by herself.  Same thing
if she sticks her tongue in one of you girls -- or vice-versa."

	"It's entrapment!" Jean erupted.

	"So is a prostitution sting," I replied.  "It sucks in guys who might
or might not take advantage of a hooker just because the undercover cop is
out there on display.  They not only screw the guys who are actively hunting,
but they suck in guys who weren't, but had the bait waved in front of them.
Oh, and by the way, I'm FOR prostitution as a way to keep guys who can't get
a woman for one reason or another from going nuts and raping or killing some
chick on a bad day."

	"They STILL succumbed to temptation," Jean argued.

	"Clearly, you don't understand men," I retorted.  "Besides, Cindy has
the same chance -- or better.  If she doesn't succumb, we have nothing --
just like the cops.  If she does, she deserves to be caught."  I gave Jean a
look that said, 'So there!'  She rolled her eyes, but shut up.

	"What do we do?" Michael asked.

	"Nothing obvious," I told him.  "Be within reach periodically.  Play
it by ear.  See if you can come up with a game that will get her involved --
preferably in a touchy-feely way.  We're going to move to full nudity indoors
after seven, just because it will raise her blood pressure and get her juices
flowing.  The official line is that being naked does not promote being
promiscuous -- that's a separate thing -- but we're promiscuous, anyway -- or
some of us are."  I looked at Jean.  "If some of you don't want to play, you
can be the proof of the official line by acting totally above reproach -- but
don't screw the pooch for the rest of us."

	Jean rolled her eyes again.  "When?"

	I looked at my watch.  "Now, in case they come back tonight.  Cindy
apparently has it bad due to the heat.  It's pool time, anyway."  I wiggled a
finger and everyone got busy stripping -- some faster than others.  I got out
of my shit quickly and directed, "Put your stuff away somewhere -- we don't
want it to look like we just dropped our drawers because she rang the bell."
Then I headed back toward my bedroom to put my own shit away.

	Pete followed -- and Michael trailed him.  "She's old, isn't she?"

	I thought about it.  "Well, yes, she is, Stud.  Hell, she's got a
couple of years on me, I think.  But, you know, I bet her pussy isn't old,
and she's got bigger hooters than Amy or your mother -- AND she probably
knows things about fucking that you need to learn!  Older women tend to want
dick more -- that's a freebie from me that you can add to your knowledge
base."

	"Why?" Michael asked.

	"Well, for one thing, they know what they're doing and what to expect
-- and how good it feels," I related.  "That's half the battle.  Young stuff
has romantic notions, but they don't KNOW shit -- and they're scared.  Older
women aren't scared -- they've been there.  They have nothing to fear and
everything to look forward to."

	Michael nodded.  "What should we do?"

	I shrugged.  "Tell her you want to have an underwater swimming
competition and want to use her as a marker or something -- and you have to
swim between her legs..."

	"Yeah..." Michael's eyes glowed as he saw the possibilities.

	I chuckled.  "Make up stuff as you go along -- you've got
imaginations.  You can probably get help from Amy -- definitely from Ed and
I."  The look on my face told him what I figured we would get in cooperation
from the other two.  I chuckled.  "If you can get your mother to come out
adamantly against something, your sister might pitch in."

	Michael snorted.  Pete grinned, saying, "Let's take our stuff
downstairs."  They toddled off.  I wondered vaguely how much longer it was
going to be before Pete asked me to open up that round little ass of his for
business...

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	Just about everyone was ready when the doorbell rang.  Amy stood on
tiptoe to peer through the peephole and yelled, "Cletus!  You've got
company!"

	I ambled into the living room and cracked open the door to peer
around it.  "Oh, hi, Ed, Cindy.  Damned hot, isn't it?"  They were standing
there in swimsuits, Cindy's a demure one-piece in navy blue it seems like
every woman has to have.

	"Yep."  Ed nodded.  I knew from his poker face that he was enjoying
himself already.

	I made a point of noticing the paper clutched in Cindy's hand.  "I
see you have the release.  Did you sign it?"

	"Only one of us has to," Cindy countered.

	"But that one ought to be you, don't you think?" I retorted.  "Ed's
not likely to complain about it."

	She stood there sweating and looking frazzled and wanted to get
snappy until she realized that it would fuck her up.  "I guess.  Do you have
a pen?"

	"I'll get one."  I closed the door in her face, grinning.  Play games
with ME, would she?  I collected a pen in something under twenty seconds --
and stood there for a minute and a half letting her enjoy the crushing heat
of the evening sun before I opened back up and passed it to her.  "Any
questions?"

	Cindy put the paper up against the siding and scratched her name on
it.  "What do you wear indoors?"

	"Depends upon what's going on and what time it is," I replied, taking
the paper and stepping back to open the door and reveal my state.  "Come on
in -- you're letting the air out."

Cindy was busy gasping and covering her face.  Ed stepped inside and turned
back to her.  "Coming?"

"Oh, my..."  Cindy's eyes glued themselves to my meatsicle -- which obliged
her by expanding under the attention.  She pulled them away and said faintly,
"Already?"

"It's after seven," I noted blandly.  "This is Amy -- she's a friend of
Heather Cantrell's..."  Amy sat demurely on the couch with her legs crossed
until the Grovers were in fairly close, then stood to shake hands.  Ed ogled
her openly -- and she deliberately turned to give him a different angle on
her tits as she shook Cindy's hand.

None of this was lost on Cindy, and she was preparing to attempt a behavior
modification when I joggled her elbow, "You really need to get with the
program so the rest of us are comfortable -- but since this is your first
time, we have some customary methods of reducing the shock and
embarrassment."

Cindy swallowed.  "Like what?"

"Well, you'll be more comfortable once the sweat is off, and we find that
things are a bit easier the first time if you get down to the required
minimums in the pool.  Of course, if this is all just too much..."  I looked
back at the door.

"No, no," she muttered.  "Come on, Ed, let's take in the pool."

I led her into the kitchen and stopped them in front of the slider,
muttering, "One moment..." then went over to the basement stairwell and
yelled, "Boys!  Adult swim!"

"Yippee!"  The pair came thundering up the stairs and hit the slider in front
of a dazed Cindy; being the age they were, they had stiff dicks bobbing in
front of them.  Michael turned to confront Cindy, "Aren't you going to
undress?"

"In the pool," I covered for her, "She's shy."

"Well.  All right..."  Michael contrived to look miffed.  Cindy stood there
staring with her hand over her cleavage -- something I found ironic.  I waved
her through ahead of me; Ed followed, grinning.  I felt a hand on my ass and
looked back at Amy, who grinned, knowing I couldn't say much.  I stepped back
and gave her a peck on the cheek and waved her through.

I'd wondered where the other three females were; it turned out that Heather
and Kate were in the pool, and Jean was lounging, absorbing the late day sun
-- properly nude.  Ed took his shot, sweeping past Jean and taking care to
get an eyeful -- and get caught.  I watched Cindy frown; THAT was going as
planned...  "Ed, we're not here to stare," she admonished, flicking me a
glance.  She knew and I knew that she'd been just as guilty -- but, hey, that
was the purpose of the exercise...

I led them to the edge of the pool.  "Okay.  I've found that some people just
feel more comfortable doffing their suits from inside the pool.  Personally,
I feel like you're getting the suit wet for nothing, but I've noted that it
makes women happy, in particular..."

Ed shrugged, on cue.  "You don't have to, though, right?"

"Nope."

"Fine."  Ed bent and shucked out of his suit.  The girls applauded graciously
and with some restraint -- but it freaked Cindy, anyway.  Ed headed slowly
down the ladder for a couple of steps, exclaimed, "Huh!  It's like bath
water!" and moved on down the ladder confidently.  He then added his stare to
the rest of us as we put pressure on Cindy.

"I'll...  do it... inside..." Cindy stammered, and made for the ladder.

"Fine.  By convention, you have, what..." I started.

"Ninety seconds," Amy piped up.  Cindy gave her a flustered glance and backed
down the ladder.  She backed away toward the center of the pool, watching me
-- but I wasn't the threat; instead, Michael and Pete came thrashing up.

Cindy turned toward them, sputtering, "W-why...?"

"We're here to help," Michael announced, grinning maliciously.

"Do you want your hair to get wet?" Amy pressed, from behind them.

"N-no..."

"How are you gonna get that suit off without it?" Amy asked rhetorically.
"Pull your arms out of the shoulder straps and the guys will skin you out.
THEY don't care if their hair gets wet..."  She eyed Cindy for a moment, then
glanced at her watch, "Forty-five seconds..."

Cindy was WAY out of her depth; everybody in sight was the enemy and she knew
it.  She turned away from me and began to drag at the shoulders of her suit
-- but the boys circled with her, so while I might not get the first view,
they certainly would.

"Thirty seconds," Amy intoned.

Cindy's breasts cleared the suit -- not that I could see it -- and Michael
opened his mouth to give a whoop, but I waved him to silence, so he limited
himself to "Let's do it, Pete!"  Cindy stood there nervously as each boy took
a side of her suit and shucked her, ducking under water to do it.  I watched
her make the movements that were the visible indication that she was stepping
out of the suit, then the boys broke the surface, Michael waving the suit and
Pete yelling, "Hey, cool, you're REALLY a blonde!"

Michael yelled, "No shit?" and they both disappeared beneath the surface
again.  Cindy, looking horrified, spun toward me while obviously moving both
hands to her crotch.  "Cletus!"

I would be remiss if I didn't do a little bit of description at this point.
Cindy was forty-five or so and matronly -- or perhaps Rubenesque.  She had
that shelving belly that comes to older women -- especially those who have
borne children -- and softly fleshed limbs.  She wore glasses and had thick
blonde hair streaked with silver and grey, currently pulled back in a bushy
ponytail.  The face wasn't hard to look at if a little myopic behind the
eyeglasses.  The hands and feet were delicate, but she had thick ankles, one
of which sported a gold ankle bracelet.  Now that she'd turned to face me and
was concerned over the boys seeing her pubes, that left a couple of melon-
sized breasts topped with brownish-pink soda can-sized areolas and pinky-tip
sized nipples exposed.  What I'd seen of her butt in the suit was a bit
blocky, too, but not horrendous or anything.  Since I was supposed to be
performing the duties of a gracious host, I clapped my hands and yelled,
"Boys!  That's rude!  Apologize to Mrs. Grover!" when they again surfaced,
quelling their enthusiasm.  The ploy had done its job, anyway; Cindy was
thoroughly demoralized -- much more so than any plan I would have come up
with would have caused.  I had to give Amy and the boys credit.  As it was,
the boys were now in her face delivering abject (and not terribly believable)
apologies...

"Gee, Mrs. Grover, we're sorry," Michael piped, "It's just, well, you know
how it usually is with blondes..."

"Yes, well..." Cindy honestly didn't know what to say.

"While it is admirable that Mrs. Grover's carpet matches her curtains, boys,
it really isn't polite to comment on it.  Give her a little space -- she's
freaked out, I think," I admonished, climbing into the pool myself.

"I'm sure she'll be all right, won't you, Cindy?" Jean's calm voice sounded
from behind me.  I turned to see her standing beside the pool, fully exposed.
"May I call you Cindy?"

"Um, yes, certainly..."  Cindy took in Jean's dark, Asiatic beauty in it's
entirely. "And you are...?"

"Jean Cantrell.  I live next door..."  Jean came down the ladder and advanced
on Cindy, putting out her hand.  I found it sort of amazing that they'd never
bothered to introduce themselves to each other, but it happens...  Cindy took
it, bemused, and the girls took that as their cue to descend upon Cindy for
further introductions -- except for Amy, who turned her attention on Ed.
When Cindy surfaced from the social graces forty-five seconds later, Amy was
visibly busy vamping Ed and Ed was just as visibly enjoying it.

The kids were operating as a well-oiled machine without any direction from me
at all.  Pete picked up on Cindy's expression of displeasure with Ed and
waded right in to apparently wrap his legs around Cindy's left, pressing a
hot teenage cock to her hip while he said, "Sorry for before -- my name is
Pete!  Kate is my sister.  Can I call you Cindy, or do I have to call you
Mrs. Grover?  That sounds old..."  Talk about ingenuous...  I was amazed!
More than that, it opened up a chance for Michael to duplicate his position
against her RIGHT hip and deliver HIS 'introduction.'  While Cindy allowed
them the use of her first name, the rest of the womenfolk moved to surround
Ed -- who appreciated it thoroughly.  I was afraid he was going overboard; if
we didn't crack Cindy tonight and they went home after this with her virtue
intact, he was gonna catch Hell...

Well, I could bust that up or I could distract Cindy -- so I chose the
latter.  Wading in closer, I said, "Boys!  Cindy, I hope they aren't
bothering you too much.  You know how it is, guys their age think with their
gonads.  Every new woman is a source of wild excitement.  That's the benefit
of the naturist thing, they get exposed to a few female bodies and get some
experience which helps them maintain some kind of equilibrium later."

"Aw, Cletus!  We're being good!" Michael whined, tossing me Cindy's bathing
suit.  "She's just new and different, you know?  We're not hurting her!
We're not bothering you, are we, Cindy?"  He was rubbing her back, I was
pretty sure.

"Well, as long as you don't upset her," I admonished as I turned and tossed
her balled up swimsuit fifteen feet onto the pool deck.  "She's new and very
concerned about the whole nudity thing..."  I turned back to catch her
working her way through the realization that she was NOT going to be able to
recover that suit without getting out of the pool.

"I'm... fine..." she muttered.  She looked off toward her husband and the
women surrounding him.  I followed her gaze; things were thinning, but that
minx Amy LOOKED like she was reaching for his cock underwater...  They were
DEFINITELY ahead of the curve and it could backfire for Ed.  I decided I
needed to head over there -- but as I turned, I heard Pete say, "Wow!  You've
got HUGE hooters, Cindy!"

Cindy's response was somewhat bemused.  "Breasts, Peter.  Hooters is, well,
vulgar.  Yes, they're somewhat large...  I..."

I figured I'd better take a look at what was going on, so I turned back
around.  Pete was palming Cindy's left breast while she watched him, somewhat
dazed.  Here we go again...  "Pete!" I admonished, "Did you ask Cindy for
permission before you started groping her breasts?"

"Well, no," he admitted, "I was just..."

"It's... all right..." Cindy came to his rescue as the rest of us had all
hoped she would.  "He's just a little...impetuous..."

"Well, if you're sure," I replied.  "You boys take it easy -- Cindy isn't a
toy."  I turned away to hide my grin; maybe Ed would be okay, after all.
Given how the boys were rolling over Cindy, things might flow very quickly.
I headed over to Ed, anyway.  As I pulled in close, I muttered, "Take it
easy, Amy -- we don't want any clear indictments of Ed for Cindy to use on
him.  The boys are going like gangbusters, but until one of them sticks a
dick in her somewhere we don't want Ed guilty of much more than ogling."

Ed chuckled, looking over at his wife.  "If they keep mauling her breasts,
the water is gonna start boiling around her pussy."  I glanced back over at
Cindy; both boys were hanging off her like limpets, mauling her titties.  She
gave me a little guilty look and turned the three of them so she didn't have
to face anybody.  With her back to us, it was clear that she was holding the
boys by their asses and they were bracing their upper bodies by holding each
other's elbows behind her back.  Ed waited until she was facing away before
chuckling.  "Us looking didn't keep her from letting them play..."

"How close are we?" I asked quietly.

"Close," Ed confirmed.  "I'd have never guessed that they would get in under
the radar so quickly."

"Well, you know she thinks this is a sexual situation in the first place..."
I mused.

"And it isn't?" Ed chuckled.  Michael's head disappeared from view and Cindy
threw hers back.  "Somebody is teething a nipple.  She's done for, in my
experience -- she LOVES having her nipples chewed.  She'll be ready to fuck
-- if she isn't already -- and she'll probably take the lead soon."

"Really?"  I was amazed.  "It's going to be that easy?"

"When we were dating, it was back in the drive-in movie days.  We would
double with other couples -- which was supposed to be safe," Ed related.
"But if I got Cindy's titties out of her bra, NOBODY was safe.  My buddy and
I deliberately set things up so the girl he was dating was a slut, because
once Cindy got going, stopping with me might not be enough.  Most times she
would just watch, or maybe reach in and play with the girl's tit or maybe
jerk the guy off a little, but there were a couple of notable exceptions."
He shook his head.  "Like I told you -- we've been doing the same old thing
for years -- she slowed down once we were married and had kids, so we never
swung or anything, and you know how it is -- once they get control of things,
they tend to shove sex to the back of the bus.  But she's been obsessing over
what's going on over here for a while and there's no doubt she's charged up
-- and that look takes me back, oh, twenty-five years.  The last time I saw
that look she had her hand on an acquaintance of mine's cock -- she'd leaned
over the seat while I pounded her ass from the rear.  She sucked him -- and
when I got done, she turned around and fucked him.  The other girl got mad
and left and I ended up watching."

"What happened?" I asked.

"She went back and forth, apologizing and trying to minimize the whole thing,
then calling herself a slut and begging forgiveness and promising it would
never happen again," he said.  "For the record, it didn't."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I took advantage of it.  I forgave her, but I didn't minimize it and I
rubbed her nose in it some.  It seemed like the smart thing to do."

I chuckled.  "What did you REALLY think about it?"

"I thought it was hot.  I thought SHE was hot.  That little incident more or
less put her competition on the street and I married her," Ed replied, "but
since I handled it the way I did, there were no repeats."

"What have you done?" I asked.

"Just about everything," Ed admitted.  "I was a jock -- basketball -- and
pretty popular.  I had a variety of chicks and more than one at a time and
even gang bangs -- even after I was dating Cindy seriously.  You know how it
is -- a guy doesn't pass it up in the first place, and I had a reputation to
uphold."

"Yeah," I nodded.  While this might have seemed to be a detailed confession,
my antennae were quivering.  For one thing, you never tell all -- everybody
has sexual secrets.  Some people keep secrets from their spouses their entire
life...  "So, if she plays?"

"I'd be tempted to use it against her like the first time, but if it meant we
could spice things up by swinging a little, that might be smarter," Ed said
thoughtfully.

I shrugged.  "So you don't care, really..."

"Nah.  It's kind of hot.  Actually, it's REAL hot!"

"Well," I opined, "it seems to me that if you drag your feet just a little
bit you can probably have your cake and eat it, too."

Ed nodded, eyeing the collection of bodies that contained his wife.  "Yeah,
probably."

"The boys are kicking ass and taking names, so why don't we see how far they
get?" I suggested.  "I'm gonna get a little closer in case they need any
coaching; you watch from here.  Don't start anything with Amy yet..."

"Sure," Ed chuckled.  "Like THAT's gonna happen."

"Oh, it's gonna happen, all right," Amy murmured so the other females in the
vicinity couldn't hear.  "I'm gonna get a big kick out of giving you a blow
job while your wife watches.  Ever had anal sex?"

"Yeah..."  Ed choked out, his eyebrows nearly in his hairline from surprise.
"Yeah..."  I chuckled and moved off toward Cindy, leaving Amy and Ed and Ed's
imagination to play.

I moved silently, so Cindy wouldn't know I was there.  At one point, she
flicked a glance back over her shoulder at Ed, but she wasn't counting noses
or anything, just locating her spouse.  Since Ed was talking to Amy and not
apparently paying any attention, she didn't waste any time watching him.
Cindy's exposed neck and shoulders held a distinctly pinkish tinge -- and I
knew it didn't come from sunburn.  "Oooh, that's nice," she moaned.  Michael
picked me up over her shoulder during a momentary pause in his attack on her
nipple and grinned, then went back to what he was doing.  Cindy wasn't
holding the boys up any more -- but she was holding something and I knew what
without looking.  "I can't believe how long and hard you both are!" she
breathed.  I wish I could see them..."

"Why can't you?" Pete countered, "Everybody's naked.  It's what we're doing!"

"I don't know..." Cindy muttered.

"We can sit on the edge of the pool and you can..." Pete began.

"No, I don't think so," Cindy backed away from the precipice.  Blowing the
boys in plain sight of everyone in the pool was going a bit far.

I got Michael's attention and waved and pointed back off over the deck toward
the hot tub -- and, by extension, toward the slider.  Michael got it.  "We
can get out and go off over there somewhere," he offered.  "Then we can all
explore without the water being in the way.  Heck, we could even go
inside..."  He went back to suckling.

"Yeah, great idea!" Pete enthused.

"Yessss...  Okay!" Cindy hissed.  Obviously, she was over the peak and into
the fantasy zone.  Despite the fact that just about anyone -- herself
included -- would characterize her as a child molester upon sober reflection
over what she was CLEARLY anticipating, she wasn't to be deterred; they
wanted it, she wanted it -- it was going to happen.  I didn't have to read
her mind; the way she headed for the ladder said it all.  My radar said she
was going to look around, so I waved my finger at the others and turned my
back; three seconds later, I heard Pete clear the ladder and turned back to
watch Cindy's somewhat blocky ass sway up the ladder behind him.  I nodded at
him and he nodded back, then shifted his attention back to Cindy.  I drifted
off to the side in anticipation of Cindy's next check; the boys didn't need
me -- they had it ALL under control!

They didn't stop outside; I watched Michael lead the trio right to the slider
and into the house.  I held off just a bit -- until the slider closed -- then
followed; as I padded across the deck, I looked back to see Ed on the ladder
and Amy waiting behind.  The boys had taken towels, but hadn't been in any
hurry to use them; I wrapped one around my waist after a quick swipe, waiting
for the others, then led them quietly inside.  Cindy and the boys were in the
TV room; I waved at Ed and Amy and we tiptoed past to my office.  The pair of
them was mildly confused until I fired up the surveillance gear -- then the
light dawned.