Janet McCoy - The wife_s new pet

"I know you may not be the best person to tell this to, Wanda. After all, I hardly know you and you're a friend of Greg's. But I had to talk to someone. And you were so nice that night we spent here in town."

Wanda moved closer to the young blonde on the bed and patted her hand. The younger woman had been stroking Nugget anxiously, trying to avoid the redhead's eyes.

"This sure is a nice dog. You're lucky to have him for company."

"He's not mine. I'm looking after him for a friend."

For just a moment, Ellie had a disquieting thought. This looked an awful lot like the dog she had seen with the grizzled old prospector that day in the woods. Involuntarily, she shuddered and dismissed the idea. How could he be a friend of Wanda's? Impossible!

"You know, Ellie? I wouldn't worry about this infatuation thing if I were you. Greg's a good-looking man. Any woman would turn on to him. You're perfectly normal, if that's what you're worrying about."

Ellie's big blue eyes looked trustingly into Wanda's. "It's not just that, Wanda. I can't stand to be alone with him, not for a minute. I just don't think I can trust myself. Especially since Hank…" She surveyed the redhead closely to be sure it was all right to go ahead.

Wanda felt a passing surge of excitement at the mention of Hank's name. The young husband had been much in her thoughts and fantasies lately. "Since Hank what, honey?"

"Well, Hank's been working so hard here. He just doesn't have as much time for sex as he used to. That's one of the reasons why I feel so – anxious – I think."

Ah, the innocence of the young marrieds, Wanda thought as she went over to her dresser and poured out two plastic cupfuls of Scotch. "Here, honey, it'll make you feel better. You're shaking all over." This time, she sat close enough to the voluptuous blonde that she could smell her perfume. Her pretext was that she wanted to stroke the dog. Several times their hands touched. Each time, Ellie smiled shyly and pulled hers away. "You know, Ellie, marriage is like a roller coaster. There's ups and downs. You may as well face the fact right now. Your old man won't be fucking like a rabbit forever."

An image of Hank's strong ass-cheeks clenching to drive his cock deep into his wife's twat made Wanda quiver. She took a long swallow of her drink.

"Oh, I know. My mother told me about how things cool off with time and all that. But gee, Wanda, I'm not ready to cool off!" Frustration oozed from the lovely blonde's every pore. She drank deeply of the Scotch, relishing the immediate calming effect it had on her over-wrought nervous system.

"That's another fact of life, honey. Women, sometimes want it more than men do." Wanda laid a hand on Ellie's knee. She made sure her touch was firm enough that Ellie could not dislodge it without an obvious effort. The hand stayed where it was. "Some women, you know, can go on and on. It's a biological fact that men have to lay off and store up more of the juices." Her eyes twinkled. She held her glass up in toast and drained it.

Ellie imitated the older woman. Already she was feeling so much more capable. Her problems seemed to have faded to harmless vapor. "So what are women supposed to do?"

The hand on her knee was very much in Ellie's mind. There was something more there than a friendly gesture. She knew that intuitively. To her own surprise, the thought did not frighten her. She accepted Wanda's offer of a second drink and drained it quickly. Her head reeled with the intoxicating, liberating effects of the Scotch. She could feel the hand on her knee moving slightly, massaging her thigh. Though she giggled self-consciously, she did not protest Wanda's overtures.

The redhead sensed her young friend's waning self-control. Provoked herself by the alcohol she had consumed, Wanda decided to make her play. Boldly she took the blonde in her arms and forced her down flat on the bed. She covered Ellie's mouth in a long, deep, penetrating kiss.

"Mmmmppphhh! Mmmmmm!" Startled at first by the older woman's forceful maneuver, Ellie started to protest. But her distress quickly turned to inebriated passion as the redhead's tongue drove deep into her mouth and tangled with her own. Wanda's body was half straddling hers. The feel of Wanda's lush tits pressing down against her own breasts gave Ellie a perverse heady thrill such as she had never known before.

The blonde's momentary surrender was all the leeway Wanda needed to take full advantage of the situation. While the dog Nugget watched from bedside, Wanda overwhelmed her young friend with hot urgent kisses. She could feel Ellie's tits heaving in passion beneath her. With bold enthusiasm, she delved a hand into Ellie's blouse and caressed the full firm globe of a breast.

The blonde's nipple sprang up hard and insistent against Wanda's palm. At once, the redhead switched her attention to the other tit, eliciting the same raunchy response from the other susceptible nipple. To her seducer's delight, Ellie began to groan hungrily beneath her, to thrust her chest wantonly up in search of more of the stimulating caresses.

Wanda lost no time in giving the sensual young blonde exactly what she wanted: more of the same and a little something extra. With a dexterity born of experience, Wanda unfastened the fly of Ellie's jeans. Quickly, before the other woman could protest, she insinuated a hand into the waistband of Ellie's panties. To her surprise, instead of coarse crinkly hair, she discovered a downy triangle soft as angel-hair.

"Oooohh, Ellie, darling! You feel so wonderful! I've admired you so much, right from the first moment I saw you!"

The older woman's praise impressed the intoxicated blonde. She wriggled her pussy up against the probing hand, helping Wanda dig deeper into her pants. She could feel her pussy pulsing hotly, eager for direct erotic stimulation. Wanda was obviously eager to give it to her, and Ellie was in no position – or mood – to say no.

Never in her young life had Ellie ever considered making love to another woman. But, now that something was happening between her and Wanda, she realized where her admiration for the older woman had been leading. Not that Ellie would have initiated anything. She didn't even realize what was happening. But that hand on her knee. It had told Ellie something about herself she had never realized. Women could be exciting too!

To her drink-distorted brain, the redhead's tantalizing lovemaking seemed the perfect solution to Ellie's horny dilemma. Making love with Wanda was not infidelity the way it would be if she let Greg sink his cock into her pussy. Surely the amorous gropings between women were harmless enough. Nothing she would have to tell her husband about.

"Mmmmm, Wanda, that feels good!" Unconsciously Ellie was using the same little-girl voice that Hank liked to hear during lovemaking. She rotated her pussy wantonly in the air as Wanda pushed her jeans and panties down to her thighs. She moaned with the delicious stimulation of the cool air of the room wafting over her bare pussy.

The lazy sensuality of Wanda's tender caresses suddenly took on a new raw urgency. The redhead stabbed a finger deep up into the clenching hole of Ellie's twat. With reckless enthusiasm, she began to stroke the finger in and out, at the same time grazing the sensitized nub of Ellie's clitoris. Wanda's mouth bore down heavily on the blonde's, so the younger woman was experiencing the intense stimulation from both ends. She began to writhe furiously, jerking her pussy-mound up against Wanda's hand. Her brain seemed to reel with the sudden overwhelming erotic input. She was held in thrall to Wanda's expert, feverish lovemaking.

Satisfied that her quarry would not escape her now, Wanda dared to move more freely next to the sensuously squirming blonde. She no longer felt the need to hold Ellie down. Her young friend was not going anywhere, except maybe to paradise. She pulled open Ellie's blouse and covered the smooth round contours of Ellie's tits with quick inciting kisses. She began to pull on first one swollen nipple and then the other, gripping each nubbin with her lips, leaving them with a slick sheen of her saliva. As she sucked, her finger continued to work in and out of the blonde's tight pussy. Movement was easier now, as her passage flared with desire and her juices flowed.