Robert Jenkins: Loose wife

The rest of the evening passed very pleasantly for Sue, lost in conversation with Pat. She found him very interesting to talk to. Several times she tried to figure out why she found him sexy. She finally decided it was because he so openly desired her, in such a boyish, innocent way. His whole being said, in a friendly voice, "I'd like to fuck you!" Her whole being shouted back, "Me, too!"

Finally it was time to go home. Jill saw Hal squeeze Sue's hand before he left her, on his way to his wife. Now it was Jill's turn to introduce Pat to her husband. The two men shook hands, friendly enough, but with that strange male reserve, like two dogs cautiously sniffing at one another's genitals. They bath knew there was a woman between them.

On the way home, Hal was quiet most of the trip. So was Jill. Her thoughts were full of Pat.

"That guy, Pat looks like a nice guy," Hal finally said.

"He is," Jill murmured absently.

"It seems to me you're really attracted to him." Jill's head jerked up. Such directness she hadn't expected. "No more than you are to that Sue!" she snapped.

Hal smiled wryly. He had expected that. It was true. He definitely was attracted to Sue. What a build, what a set of tits! And she had made it clear she was also attracted to him. That there was a good chance they might end up in bed together. The very thought of sinking his cock in Sue's golden body made Hal catch his breath.

But she had also made it clear to him she wasn't going to fuck him unless it was all right with his wife. "I'm no home wrecker, and I don't sneak around," Sue had said flatly. A woman who knew her own mind.

When Hal had noticed the attention Jill and Pat were paying to one another, an idea had slowly formed in her head. Why not let Jill sleep with Pat? Then she couldn't complain if he made it with Sue. He had a friend, Harry. Married to a good-looking wife, who went in for swapping. He'd told Hal all about it. At the time, Hal hadn't been able to imagine how he could control his natural jealousy enough to let someone else fuck his wife.

But his lust for Sue was making him willing to give and take. A lot. Also, it hadn't been lost on him that something had gone out of their marriage. Some of the excitement. Maybe a kinky situation like he was thinking of might make the difference.

"Don't get me wrong," he said to Jill. "I don't mind at all. I meant it when I said he was a nice guy. I liked seeing you with him." Which wasn't completely true. Hal still had a little residual jealousy.

Jill was confined. What the hell was Hal getting at? Having been caught in her open admiration of Pat, and still smarting over the way Hal had literally drooled all over Sue, Jill was feeling very defensive.

"What would you think…" Hal started to say, "what would you think if I said it was all right me if you… sleep with him?" There! He'd said it!

Jill's eyes opened wide. First with surprise, then with horror. Instant paranoia flooded through her. Hal was trying to get rid of her!

"I… I think that's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard!" she choked out. "You… you just want to get rid of me so you can sleep with that… that creature, Sue!" she gasped. "Hal, I don't know how you can be so crude!"

Vainly Hal tried to reassure his pretty young wife, toil her his feelings about the declining state of their marriage. Or at least their sex life. But Jill wouldn't even talk to him. They rode the rest of the way back to their house in tense silence. Jill made a big show of getting extra bedding and setting herself up on the couch. Hal begged her a couple of times to come to bed with him, but finally angrily stomped off alone into the bedroom.

Jill was so upset it was impossible for her to go to sleep. Besides, the couch was uncomfortable. More than once she nearly decided to give up her protest and join Hal in their big comfortable bed.

But she was genuinely horrified at what he had proposed. What particularly upset her was that his suggestion she go ahead and fuck Pat was exactly what she herself wanted to do. Her whole body ached for it, and now, her last reason not to, the faithfulness she owed to her husband, had been removed by her husband and herself.

She just couldn't accept what Hal had proposed. In her mind, if she did, then she would be liable to the same treatment. Hal could run right out and fuck Sue. For the fist time in a long time, Jill realized how much the unthinking stability of her marriage meant to her. And now it was being threatened by dangerous, unsettling innovations the house quieted down around Jill. From the bedroom she heard Hal's soft snoring. The bastard! Sleeping while she agonized on the couch!

In the silence, Jill's mind began to wander. Without any warning, she found herself thinking about Pat again, and his imagined cock. The cock she had never seen in real life. Now it was possible. There was no missing the open invitation in his eyes. All she had to do was let go, do what everyone else wanted her to do – Pat, her own husband, even Sue!

But she couldn't! It was all too new! Hal's casual suggestion threatened the whole pound of Jill's security!

Still, she couldn't stop thinking about Pat. And the more she thought about him, the hornier she got. A whole week with nothing up her cunt!

Jill was tempted to go into the bedroom and get Hal to fuck her. She could pretend it was Pat, like she'd done last time. But she'd be damned if she'd give Hal the satisfaction.

She thought about Pat again. About his sexy eyes. About the cock hidden inside his pants. Her cunt began to heat up, simmering like pudding on a stove. Damn! She had to do something!

She was hot, sweaty. Telling herself it was only to cool off, Jill wriggled out of her nightgown. She tried to relax under the thin sheet, but was too disturbingly aware of her sensitive cunt-lips rubbing together every time she moved.

What was worse, the sheet kept dragging across her nipples. They began to harden, poking up against the smooth material. Goose bumps broke out all over the nervous young wife's body. Oooohhh, her tits felt so sensitive!

She wondered how it would be to have Pat running his hands over their tender roundness, his fingers tweaking her hotly swollen nipples.

Without realizing she was doing it, Jill began to caress her own tits. "Mmmmm," she sighed as her palms glided over the tips of the erotically swollen globes. Her nipples throbbed with delight.

"Oooohhh, Pat," she sighed.

With a start, she realized she'd spoken out loud. Jill held her breath, wondering if Hal had heard. But his snores continued, peaceful and undisturbed. She remembered what a sound sleeper he was.

Jill's fingers began to dig into the soft flesh of her big tits. She no longer fought the intense feelings zinging through her body. Her thoughts of Pat became more vivid the harder she mauled her.

The sheet slipped lower as Jill writhed beneath it, until it was nearly down to her crotch. She felt the edge dragging across the upper fringes of her pussy hair, reminding Jill that her cunt needed attention, too. The more she aroused her throbbing tits, the hotter her pussy became.

"Ohhhhhh… damn!" Jill moaned.

She knew she couldn't fight it. She knew she was going to masturbate, right there on the living-room couch with her husband asleep in the other room. And every moment of it she was going to think about Pat!

Jill kept one hand working at her tit. The other stole lower, gliding over her trembling, naked belly, until it ran into the sheet. She pushed it onto the floor, totally baring her body. Then she reached down and pressed the tips of her fingers against her pussy-mound.

"Mmmmmnnnn," she sighed as a thrill of pleasure shot through her cunt.

For the next few minutes Jill stroked her outer pussy-lips, feeling the inner slit grow hotter and wetter. Only when she felt pussy juice gushing out of her cunt, running down onto the insides of her thighs, did she finally part her legs and work one fingertip up into her seething slit, her finger squishing through a sea of hot fragrant wetness.