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---===**I**===---
RP or REV? Thanks to Mike Ink's excellent work, this post of
the Good Wife University (GWU) story contains far fewer annoying
errors than the first post in early 1999. Since the story is
the same, I chose to call this a repost even though Mike found
and corrected lots of errors.
The original posting of GWU was interrupted when Eli's a.s.s.m.
went down. The final chapters were posted only to a.s.s. This
is the first post of the complete Good Wife University (GWU)
story to a.s.s.m., a prelude to the first part of the GWU Alumni
stories. In addition, a 'Prologue & Table of Contents' with a
list of all the GWU characters will be added to this post.
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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo
Chapter Thirty-five
Independent Study II
"I'm going to take your dad some lunch," Darlene called to
Jennifer. "I'll probably be gone about an hour."
"OK, mom. Can Chrissie come over?"
"Sure. Page me if you need anything."
"We need milk."
"OK." Dressed in sweat pants and a T-shirt, Darlene jumped in
her old car with Dwayne's sandwiches and a quart of orange juice
in a paper sack. The other sack held her black 'fuck me' pumps.
She parked at the shop, close to the first bay door, which was
standing open. Big electric fans moved the humid late summer air
but did little to cool the shop.
Still nervous about showing off her body, Darlene peeled off the
sweat pants, leaving her in stretch short shorts meant for
someone a size smaller to wear in a gym. It took a deep breath
and a moment of contemplation before she pulled the T-shirt off
over her head. She had to reposition her big boobs in the tiny
and thin halter-top, because they had pushed out the bottom of
the little garment that hid almost nothing. Then she kicked off
her sneakers and slipped on the pumps. Taking another deep
breath and releasing it, she stepped out and strutted into the
garage.
She heard a wolf whistle. The sound sent a shiver up her back.
Slut was a new role for her. She enjoyed it. The shiver ended
up concentrated in her pussy. She knew Dwayne wanted more than
food. "Hi, Carl," she smiled. "Where's my hubby?"
"Taurus at the other end," he said, eyeing her body.
"Thanks. I brought him lunch," she smiled, holding up the bag
and intentionally walking down the yellow-striped path at the
back of the garage so she had to pass by every bay. She felt
the eyes of every one of Dwayne's co-workers on her backside as
she walked to the last bay. She felt excited, aroused by their
attention and her own wantonness. 'I wonder if this is how
strippers feel?'
"Ready for some lunch?" she asked the body leaning under the hood
of the Ford at the end.
"If it includes you," Dwayne grinned, looking up.
"Whatever you want, lover."
"You look fantastic."
"I hope you don't mind that I gave the guys a show," she
whispered.
"I love showing you off."
"Are you an exhibitionist?"
"No. But I hope you are," he smiled.
"I think I might be," she giggled bashfully. "When Carl, I think
it was Carl, but when one of the guys whistled at me, it got my
juices flowing. Are you going to fuck me?"
"As soon as you're out of those shorts," he smiled, opening the
Taurus's door and sitting her on the driver's seat so he could
peel off the shorts.
"Won't... Aren't you worried that somebody will come?"
"I know I will and I'm hoping you will," he leered down at her as
she lay back on the seat.
"I mean, somebody could see us."
"Would that turn you on even more?"
"Gawd, everything seems to turn me on these days," she panted,
stroking her already wet and puffy pussy. "Especially you." It
was a little white lie. Boost his ego, she figured. It was the
situation, the danger of being caught, having sex in daylight in
a relatively public place. The bay door was even standing wide
open. There was only one line where someone could see exactly
what was going on, and Dwayne could see if anyone was watching,
but it was so naughty, and Darlene was learning how much being
naughty turned her on.
"Keep frigging yourself if you want to come," Dwayne told her,
unzipping his coveralls. "This will have to be quick."
"Yes, lover," Darlene panted. "Fuck me!"
No preliminaries. No foreplay. Just raw fucking. And a wild
finger. But the foreplay had started last night when Dwayne
asked for lunch and Darlene's mind started working. Putting on
the revealing halter and the too small 'Daisy Dukes' had heated
things up between her legs. And the wolf whistle. And the
crotch seam rubbing as her hips swiveled because of the heels as
she walked down the marked path through the shop. Those things
and everything else had her so ready that thirty seconds after
Dwayne's first thrust, Darlene was thrusting back, crying, "Oh,
yes! Fuck! Gawd, I'm comiiiiing!"
Dwayne had been close until his wife blew her top. He had to
hold on tight and concentrate to keep his cock buried inside her
sopping cunt when she was bucking and thrashing through her
orgasm. He cooled just a bit as he held on, then started going
again as she panted, "Oh, yes, lover. Do me. Fuck me good. You
want my ass? No, come in my mouth."
Still excited, she dropped to her knees on the cool concrete,
oblivious to anyone who might be watching. She sucked hard,
pumping with her hand as well as her head. Dwayne couldn't hold
out, grimacing, panting out, "Oh, Darlene. Yeah! Suck it.
Swallow my come. Here it comes! Oh, shit!"
She drank spurt after spurt from the pulsing flesh in her mouth,
swallowing quickly, loving the taste and the naughtiness, getting
turned on all over again.
"Lover, please," Dwayne begged. "I've got to eat and get back to
work."
"Darn," she pouted. "I know, but I can't wait."
"You'll have to," he told her. "I'll try not to be late
tonight."
"I'll be ready. What would you like for supper?"
"You," Dwayne grinned.
"For dessert, maybe. We'll grill burgers."
"I was going to invite Steve and his wife over," Dwayne told her.
"OK," she agreed, a little disappointed that they wouldn't be
alone, but then imagining an orgy of four. Except for the kids.
"I guess I better get home to the kids before they get in
trouble. And don't forget David's T-ball game."
"Oh, yeah. So what time will we eat?" he asked as he watched
Darlene wiggle her hips tantalizingly as she wiggled into the
too-small shorts.
"Sevenish?"
"OK."
Dwayne watched and whistled softly as he watched his wife's butt
cheeks rock up and down as she walked back to her car. He smiled
as he saw his co-workers come out of their bays to stare down the
walkway looking after her. He felt pride in her, that he was
able to catch her and hold her and love her, and that she loved
him. There was no way he was going to disappoint her. He ate
his sandwich with one hand, while ratcheting in spark plugs with
the other, so he would be done in time for David's game.
Darlene wore short-shorts to the game, but not quite as tight as
those she wore to the shop. She didn't want to scandalize the
whole town; not completely, anyway. The tank-top sans bra
brought plenty of looks and a couple of soft whistles from Dwayne
and some of the other men.
David's team won. David even made a hit and scored a run, as
well as catching a pop fly to end the game. A bar-b-que was the
perfect celebration.
Steve, the new guy at the shop, was nice. His wife, Tammy, was a
little stuck up and snobbish, a pretty blond with a big chest and
even bigger butt. Darlene decided to try to make some peace with
the stuck up blond, asking, "Did Steve tell you I brought lunch
to my hubby today?"
"No," Tammy replied, sounding bored.
"Dwayne wanted a nooner," Darlene grinned. "I love him so much,
I'll do whatever he wants. And what he wanted was to show this
old lady off to the rest of the guys and make them jealous. Did
you like my show, Steve?" Steve sputtered, almost choking on his
beer. "I wasn't always a slut," Darlene tried to explain to
Tammy, wanting a friend rather than an enemy. "I have to
suppress my nature sometimes to play good mommy, but Dwayne likes
it when I act that way, so I do it. It turns me on, too."
"What kind of show?" Tammy asked, curious.
"I wore short shorts and high heels," Darlene giggled. "Really
tight shorts."
"And no panties," Dwayne smiled lecherously.
"I knew you didn't just want lunch," Darlene laughed.
"Let's go," Tammy snapped out. "It's getting late."
"Loosen up a little," Darlene told her seriously but keeping a
smile on her face. "You'll have to play some games to keep your
man around one of these day, too. Us older women know."
Tammy shot daggers at Darlene with her eyes as she got up.
Darlene just sighed as they left. "Too much, huh?" she asked
Dwayne.
"No," he replied. "Steve was hoping she'd learn something.
They've been having problems, money problems, sex problems, you
name it. He says he loves her and doesn't want to lose her but,
well, they're like we were a year or two ago."
"I like it better now."
"Me, too," he smiled.
"Wanna fuck?" she asked in a whisper so the kids wouldn't hear.
"You've fucked me out," he replied with a smile. "But I'd be
glad to eat some pussy."
"How about if I just do myself with my toys?"
"If I can watch."
"Please do," Darlene grinned, gathering up the used paper cups
and plates. Dwayne helped pick up, then played Frisbee with the
boys while Jennifer helped finish wiping the picnic table. While
they worked, Darlene thought about what toys she would use to
turn on her husband when they got back home.
--==*==--
Role-playing with a house full of kids was challenging. After
slut, teen cheerleader slut, and vamp, she ran out of ideas, so
she sat down at the computer and e-mailed GWU. Her classmates
sent back a list of ideas but Darlene had to confess that she
missed a day of being a different person.
"You have to spank me," Darlene told her husband at bedtime. "I
failed to become a different person today."
"Then become my naughty little girl and stand in the corner with
your panties around your knees," he laughed. "That'll be a new
role and I won't have to spank you."
"Spanking kind of turns me on sometimes," she whispered to him.
And the sex after the spanking was spectacular.
--==*==--
The family couldn't really afford the trip to the amusement park
to end the summer, but they went anyway. It was another chance
for Darlene to wear naughty outfits in public while the whole
family enjoyed the day. Besides, it was cheaper on a weekday.
"So, you pick my outfit," Darlene told Dwayne.
"I wish the kids weren't coming along," he grinned.
"The trip is for the kids," she reminded him. "They're our first
priority. Everything else is gravy. So, what kind of gravy
would you like today, master?"
"Let's see what we can find."
"Remember that they don't allow thongs. 'King's Dominion' is
family oriented.' You'll have to cool it a little."
"But not much. OK, let's start with your new bikini."
"All right." It was pretty revealing and the bright yellow color
would certainly attract lots of attention. The underwired top
supported her well. It made her feel good about her body when
she wore it, because it lifted and emphasized her bust. Darlene
believed that her breasts were her best physical feature, even if
they did sag a bit. Dwayne had clipped out the top's lining long
ago. Darlene didn't mind. While the bottom covered most of her
butt, it was cut high on the sides, giving an illusion of length
to her legs. She laid the bikini on the dresser.
"And these," Dwayne grinned, holding up her 'fuck me' pumps.
"My poor feet would never survive a whole day walking around in
those. How about the cork wedges? They'll give me the wiggle
you like and shape my calves, too, but they won't completely kill
my feet. OK?"
"If you insist," he sighed good-naturedly. "And these shorts?"
"Sure," she grinned. They were white linen with flared leg
openings in the fifties style. She knew from experience that she
would be showing off the bikini in them, especially if she got
wet, which was a certainty.
"And one of my tank undershirts."
"Maybe my bikini top will chafe and I'll have to take it off,"
she teased wickedly.
"I can only hope," Dwayne laughed, pulling her to him. "Let's
take a walk."
"We're going to be walking all day tomorrow. Let's get some
sleep."
"I'm horny."
"How 'bout a quick blow job?"
"What about you?"
"I'm saving up my horniness for a huge explosion tomorrow night."
"We'll both be tired then."
"Guess I'll frig myself while I suck your cock."
"Want the vibrator?"
"Yeah. The one that plugs in the wall. Yeah. O... mmmf."
While sucking on her husband's throbbing prick, Darlene wondered
how she had managed to stay married. Why hadn't she discovered
the fulfillment of quickies on her own? They needed sleep but
they were both horny. Logic dictated maximum stimulation. For
him, that was his wife on her knees as he fucked her face. For
her, it was powerful vibrations. Oh, leisurely cunnilingus was
nice, but never quick. A year ago they would have argued and
gone to bed horny, neither getting the sleep they needed and
probably spoiling the family outing.
Not this time, Darlene knew as her arousal rose quickly from the
strong hum of the machine. Dwayne was already scrunching his
eyes closed. This wasn't going to last long thanks to her skill.
He couldn't tell, but Darlene was smiling around his member,
loving that she could pleasure him so efficiently while... Oh,
damn, that vibrator's... Shit!
Everything happened at once. All Darlene's muscles tensed at the
same time as she reached her peak. At that moment, Dwayne thrust
into her mouth and held on with his hands, blasting his first
burst of semen into her throat. She gargled it as she groaned
through her own orgasm, bucking on the head of her vibrator as
she pursed her lips around Dwayne's cock to receive the rest of
his load.
Four minutes and forty seconds, she smiled in satisfaction as
Dwayne collapsed on the bed and she crawled in beside him.
Perfect. They were asleep in seconds.
--==*==--
Everyone was up at six to get ready for their day at the
amusement park. Thanks to laying out clothes and supplies the
night before, they were packed and on their way in record time.
The kids were excited, especially when the family minivan arrived
at the gate just as the first cars were admitted.
They were stuck on Main Street until the rest of the park opened
at nine, milling around, browsing the shops. The kids were
getting bored -- all the kids in the park, not just Darlene and
Dwayne's.
Since her training at GWU, Darlene was much more open and
confident about everything. That included approaching strangers.
"Jennifer, Donald," she called to her two oldest as she
approached a couple about her age who had four kids in tow.
Darlene guessed the ages as early teens, then a big break to
three and five or six.
"Hi," she smiled at the obviously harried couple. "I'm Darlene
and this is Jennifer and that's Donald. They think it would be
absolutely horrible to be stuck with their parents and the little
kids all day, but I don't want them going alone, and they won't
stay together as just a pair because they're brother and sister.
Would you guys join up with them for the day? We can arrange to
meet occasionally so we mothers don't get too paranoid. Would
that be all right with you?"
The couple was momentarily stunned by Darlene's forwardness.
"They're pretty good kids. And your boy has had his eye on my
incredibly cute daughter since you first saw her, haven't you?"
Darlene laughed. "That's OK. She doesn't realize she's cute
yet, and you're young enough to know she's cute but too bashful
to ever just come over and introduce yourself, so I'll do it for
you. This is Jennifer. Say 'hi', Jennifer."
"Mo-om!" Jennifer sighed, rolling her eyes and wishing she could
shrivel up into herself to hide after being totally humiliated by
her mother in front of a really cute guy.
"How old are you guys?"
"Fifteen," the boy beamed.
"Almost," his mother laughed. "In October." Now it was the
boy's turn to blush. "And his brother's twelve."
"Girls don't tell their ages or weights," Darlene whispered with
a smile. "But I think you're close enough. If you guys promise
to stay together and meet, let's see, at the Eiffel Tower on the
Main Street side at one for lunch, you don't have to hang around
with your parents. Is that OK with you, mom and dad?"
"They'll certainly be happier. Well, let me introduce my boys,
Jeremy and Peter."
"Jerry," the oldest muttered.
"Take care of my daughter, Jerry," Dwayne said sternly, joining
the group. "And both of you watch out for your younger
brothers."
"OK," both Jerry and Jennifer agreed, shyly glancing at each
other.
"I'm Darlene. I was hoping to find a way to give my older two
some free rein without having to worry too much about them. I
guess mothers always worry some. I know I do."
"Me, too. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Janet and this is my husband Ron."
After receiving their instructions, the four older kids took off
as soon as the gates were opened to the rides, saying something
about being first in line for 'The Outer Limits Flight of Fear'.
With Darlene leading the way, the adults and younger kids began
to wander at a more leisurely pace. Janet and Darlene enjoyed
talking while their husbands absorbed the sights, especially
their wives' bottoms and legs although Ron couldn't help noticing
Darlene's chest.
"Ron always wants me to wear less," Janet confided in Darlene.
Their men had half the kids on the Scooby Doo roller coaster
while they watched their littlest offspring circle a water tank
in boats, bells ringing continuously.
"Guys are so visual," Darlene chuckled. "I let Dwayne dress me
today. He has this plan to get my top off after we get out of
the Water Park."
"You're not going to do it, are you?" Janet's eyes were big,
opened wide, emphasizing the question.
"Yes, I am. Are you worried that Ron might enjoy the show?"
"But how can you? I'd be humiliated! Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to be judgmental."
"Go ahead and judge," Darlene grinned. "I'm Dwayne's slut for
the day. I can become just mommy again on Monday."
"Ron'd die if I went like that in public."
"So kill him with kindness."
"No, I mean really. He gets jealous when men look at me."
"Dwayne gets excited. He says I make him proud."
"You're beautiful," Janet said.
"For my age, maybe, but time is making it harder to keep
everything in the right places."
"I know what you mean. Aerobics three times a week doesn't seem
to be enough any more."
"I alternate with weight training," Darlene told her. "And I'm
doing aerobics every day. It's tough but it's working. I lost
almost thirty pounds since early spring."
"I can barely hold my own," Janet sighed, taking the hand of her
youngest who wanted to go through Yogi's cave again.
The two families ate lunch together before splitting up again.
The next meeting was to be at three in the Hurricane Reef Water
Park. Everyone figured the heat would be unbearable by then. It
was.
"You're coming in," Darlene told Janet.
"I'll just take the little ones to Splat City."
"No way. You're supposed to be doing this as a family."
"I didn't bring my suit," Janet told Darlene.
"I have something you can wear," Darlene told her, fishing down
into the backpack she had carried all day.
"I'm too fat."
"Bull shit. You're just a female human who's over thirty. We
all get a bit of spread."
"I have more than a bit."
The argument continued for a few more minutes. "Ron will love
looking at you. Guys are like that."
"I'm embarrassed." Janet had finally slipped into the exercise
shorts that Darlene had brought to wear home. Then she looked at
the top. "This isn't even lined."
"I cut the lining out so my nipples would show for Dwayne."
"I can't wear this!"
"Come on. Let's give the guys a show," Darlene snickered.
"I just don't want to give the whole world a show."
"Screw the world. You're only married to Ron, I'm hitched to
Dwayne, and they deserve us. We deserve them. So what if your
nipples get hard and push out? Janet, you're cute. Let it
show."
After more cajoling, Janet finally pulled the stretchy top on and
bashfully tiptoed out of the changing room without wetting
herself in the showers. Darlene showed Janet that her top was
also minus its lining after wetting herself under the tepid
shower. Two minutes after leaving the changing room, both
mothers were soaked and showing off their erect nipples. Neither
cared. They were having fun with their kids.
"Your mom's sexy," Jerry told Jennifer as they waited for their
next turn on the water slide.
"So's your mom."
"I didn't think she brought a suit."
"That's my mom's," Jennifer grinned.
"You're sexy, too."
"Yeah!" Peter chimed in.
"How would you know, squirt?"
Jennifer hated admitting that her mother was pretty cool. Jerry
was sweet and just the right age and kind of cute. It was a lot
more fun on the rides with him than with her dad. Her mom
wouldn't go on most of the roller coasters.
After a couple of hours in the water, both families found their
skin shriveled from the constant soaking. Darlene was surprised
when Janet agreed to stay in the skin tight exercise outfit. As
she had agreed, Darlene stripped off her wet bikini and pulled on
the white men's tank undershirt, a white thong panty, and her
white shorts. The guys got quite a show when they took the
little kids through the showers in Splat City. So did anyone
else who looked.
"I can't believe I'm showing off my nipples like this," Janet
whispered.
"Ron's loving it."
"So is Dwayne."
"Guys," Darlene laughed. Sitting under a rocking bucket with
Crystal as it spilled water onto them, she looked over at the
guys and laughed again. Their eyes kept shifting from her chest
to Janet's and back as if they were watching a tennis game. It
didn't even bother her when their eyes strayed to glance at some
other displays of female anatomy. 'He belongs to me,' Darlene
thought. 'And I love him.'
The families stayed at the amusement park until closing time. It
was too early for the older kids, but their parents were pooped
and the younger kids were cranky with fatigue. Crystal was
asleep on her father's shoulder as they sat on benches near the
exits to let the majority of the crowd leave. Jerry and Jennifer
sat as far away from their parents as possible, holding hands,
each trying to get up the courage to kiss the other.
"I guess it's time," Ron sighed. The crowds had thinned. The
last of their money was gone, spent on glowing plastic necklaces.
"It was fun. I hope we see you guys again," Darlene told Janet.
"Can I get your address? And do you have e-mail?" She found a
pen and wrote the information on the back of a brochure. Then
she gave Janet a hug and whispered, "Keep the outfit. It's a
cheap K-Mart thing. And now I'm going to stick my tongue down
your husband's throat so he'll be all horny for you."
Janet was shocked by the words. She was more shocked when
Darlene plastered herself against Ron and ground her body into
him as she Frenched him.
Jerry was holding Jennifer, facing her. They glanced over to see
if their parents were ready and saw the kiss. Jerry hurried to
press his lips against Jennifer's before he lost his nerve.
Jennifer let her tongue slip into his open mouth, her first
tongue kiss. She liked it. So did he.
--==*==--
Dwayne worked extra late on Saturday fixing a motor home for a
family that was passing through. Without his work, the family
would have been stranded for the weekend in the middle of their
vacation. "You understand, don't you?" Dwayne asked Darlene.
"If you weren't so nice, I wouldn't love you so much," she told
him, although a specially prepared candle light dinner was
ruined. With her oldest daughter's help, the rest of the family
had turned the evening into a special time. He ate rewarmed
leftovers. Then Darlene treated him to a blow job in bed. She
didn't even mind when he immediately fell asleep. Not this time.
There would be others.
--==*==--
Shopping for school clothes and supplies was especially fun with
the new openness between Darlene and her oldest daughter. They
laughed and kidded and teased as they shopped for bargains and
bought special gifts for dad.
Luck was with Darlene when she went to register Crystal for
pre-school. The school needed teachers as well as people to help
with the before and after school programs. The administrator
practically begged Darlene to come to work for them. Crystal got
to attend pre-school free of charge. The hours allowed Darlene
to be around for all the kids and earn a little extra money as
well.
Darlene attended the graduation ceremonies with her GWU class, a
story within itself. Once her kids started school, the extra
money from her job helped. A lot. She budgeted it carefully.
She deposited her paycheck into a separate checking account, then
set aside a little from each paycheck in a self-directed IRA.
She put some in savings for emergencies, and set aside some for
special things like holidays. It took discipline, but they
continued to live on Dwayne's pay. Life was good.
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