David Crane: The wife_s wild ass

They assured each other that they were not lesbians.

They were merely normal, happily married, heterosexual girls – who just happened to enjoy sucking each other off.

And neither of them was troubled by morning frustrations now.

But this morning, although she was not frustrated because Jonathon had sucked her and fucked her, Caroline found herself thinking about Darleen. She was in the mood to do nice juicy things to the girl. She had been feeling restless, all at loose ends because her normal routine had been disrupted. Most mornings, unless she had arranged to meet Darleen, Caroline spent an hour or so frigging herself off and, feeling no need to do that today, she didn't know what to do with herself.

But she knew what she would like to do to Darleen.

She didn't feel like letting Darleen eat her out today, since her pussy had been very nicely licked, but she was in the mood to spend a long time giving Darleen some leisurely head. She thought that she might even keep her clothing on – well, her panties, at least – so that Darleen was not too tempted to respond in kind. Yes, she would give the girl a real treat! Maybe she would go around the world on her! The idea was tremendously appealing. She wanted to strip Darleen naked and spread her out on the bed and lick her all over!

She would start at Darleen's feet and work up her lovely legs – but she would bypass her crotch and move on up to her belly and tits. Then she would turn her over and repeat the tonguing process up and down the backs of her legs, her spine, across her graceful neck. Darleen would be really squirming now, pleading with her to eat her cunt. Caroline might tease her a bit longer, although she knew that she would be wild with hunger for that delectable snatch and unable to resist much longer.

Maybe she would slip her head in from the back and suck her off like that – the first time.

Naughty and exciting. Maybe she would tongue up the crack of her firm little ass and rim out her asshole, too! Caroline had never rimmed an asshole. But she liked the idea. It would make a lovely appetizer before she moved down to the main course.

Caroline, getting really worked up by her thoughts, jumped out of bed and hurried to the telephone.

It occurred to her that she and Darleen had not gotten together for over a week. They had never gone that long without sucking each other off since they started, and, now that she thought about it, she realized she had not even seen Darleen that week.

She hoped that Darleen had not tired of their lovemaking.

Frowning slightly at that disturbing idea, Caroline dialed Darleen's number and waited, but there was no answer.

That was strange. Where on earth could Darleen be at this early hour? Was she out of town for a few days? Why, surely she would have told Caroline that she was going away.

Caroline was very disappointed.

Having gotten herself worked up into the mood to suck cunt and tongue asshole as well, Caroline felt frustrated. Her pussy had been taken care of but her mouth felt empty.

She didn't know what to do with herself.

She even considered giving herself a finger-fucking after all. But it did seem kind of silly to frig herself off just to kill time, just out of boredom, when she didn't really feel like it.

She decided to wait a few minutes and then try to telephone Darleen again, in case the juicy-cunted neighbor had just stepped out of the house for a few minutes. She put the water on to make a cup of coffee. She grinned with the wry thought that a cup of coffee was a damned poor substitute for a pussy full of cuntjuice. Then she giggled when she thought that she might have a cream bun with it.

Thinking of cream, she remembered that she had not yet fetched the milk from the doorstep. She went on through to the front door. Because she was still naked, not having bothered to dress or don a robe, she opened the door only a crack and glanced out, to make sure that there was no one who might see her. No one saw her.

But Caroline saw Darleen.

Darleen had just gone past the front of the house. She must have left her own house only a moment before the telephone rang, Caroline figured. Caroline was about to call out to the girl and invite her in for coffee and all the other creamy elements of their usual breakfast.

But then Darleen turned in to the house next door.

Caroline scowled.

Her good friend Darleen was visiting the new neighbor – a sexy, red-headed divorcee.

Why?

Caroline didn't at all like what she was imagining. She gazed out and saw that there was a smile on Darleen's pretty face – that face belonged buried between Caroline's thighs, and no others! She saw the door open and Helen Ramsey stood there, looking as sexy as always, smiling back at Darleen in an intimate fashion.

It took a moment for Caroline to realize what the strange emotion was that was swelling up in her.

Then she recognized it.

Caroline was jealous!

She watched as Helen Ramsey drew the door open wider, so that Darleen could enter the house. As Darleen went in, moving past Helen, her head turned so that they continued to look at each other. Helen's sensual lips moved. Caroline could not hear what she was saying, but whatever it was it caused Darleen to giggle. The two, lusty redhead and lithe brunette, were still gazing at each other as the door closed behind them. They looked at each other – how? As if they were sharing a secret? Conspiratorially? Was there tenderness and affection there, or merely naughtiness? Caroline couldn't really tell. Then the door was closed and there was nothing more to see.

Caroline felt depressed about it.

She went back to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the table. She no longer felt like a cream bun and she drank her coffee black. She was trying her best to think logically but her emotions kept getting in the way. Each time she had a nice, reasonable concept, out jumped a green-eyed mountain lion of an emotion to pounce on it and savage it out of shape.

She recalled that she had seen a lot less of Darleen ever since the redhead had moved in. She hadn't really thought of it before. Their affair had never been constant or demanding, they just got together when they felt like it – but now that lessening frequency had taken on sinister overtones. Caroline felt sure that Darleen must be having an affair with the redhead. She wondered how it had started and when. She wondered which one had seduced the other to begin with. Had Darleen told the redhead about them, about she and Caroline? Caroline hoped not. Cuntsucking was fun, but she certainly didn't want to be known as a cuntsucker.

Still, if Helen Ramsey were a cuntsucker, too, it wouldn't really matter. She would understand these things and know that a girl did not have to be a lesbian to lap a pussy. It wasn't as if the president of the P.T.A. had heard the news, or the preacher, or her husband.

Caroline was calming down now.

It was ridiculous to be jealous, she told herself. Worse than ridiculous – it was down-right perverted! Caroline and Darleen had both enjoyed fooling around together on a strictly physical basis. There had never been any sort of emotional involvement, no tender words of love. There couldn't be, for that would have changed the nature of their affair from a harmless mutual pleasure-giving to one with true lesbian characteristics. And if there was no emotional love, how could there be jealousy?

A little envy, maybe.

The two were akin but not the same and Caroline reasoned it out. She did not care what Darleen did with another woman. It was just that, while Darleen was with someone else, Caroline was not getting her share. She decided that she wasn't jealous in the slightest. She was just greedy and selfish.