Janet McCoy: Wife on the loose

She felt a sudden fierce surge of anger. Her whole evening was spoiled! And now, while everyone else was having fun, she was going to have to sit around listening to a drunk snore! She kicked her shoes across the room. They scattered and fell in opposite corners. She stripped off her dress and flung it into the clothes hamper in the closet. When she had removed her underwear and stockings, she admired her nakedness for a moment in the dresser mirror.

Ripe outthrust tits, tight waist, shapely hips, and long, lean legs. Jake was right – she was beautiful. And where was it getting her?

Nowhere! Sitting home with a dead drunk for company while the music from the party next door filtered in through the bedroom window.

She felt horrible. Lonely and neglected and frustrated.

The redhead slipped a bright-green kimono over her naked body and went downstairs to the kitchen. She had drunk only a small glass of wine at the party. But now she felt like a good stiff drink. She made herself a double gin and tonic and went out to the back patio.

It was a beautiful starlit night. She sat alone in a chaise lounge on the patio, in the dark, listening to the hum of voices and music next door. She took long gulps of the drink to ease the pain of dissatisfaction gnawing at her belly.

She was disappointed. She had hoped that the party would cheer up both Tom and herself. She had hoped they might have another go at fucking tonight. She needed it. It had been all she could do today to resist getting herself off with her own hand.

Lost in her own miserable thoughts, Heather was scarcely aware of the minutes and hours drifting by. Eventually she awoke from her daydreams and went in for another drink. As she downed it back on the patio, she realized the hum next door was fading. The party must be breaking up. That was good. Now she wouldn't have to think about what she was missing.

The pretty redhead was startled by a loud giggle that seemed very close. The giggle was followed by a low whisper, that was just barely audible, then another giggle.

Stealthily, Heather rose to her feet and went over to the tall cedar fence that separated her yard from the Whitcombs'. She found a knothole and peeked through it. Her eyes located the couple in the moonlight just as a woman's voice murmured: "Oh, Jake, stop it, you nasty man!" Another giggle.

Heather was shocked. There was no doubt that the man was her next-door neighbor. But the woman was not his blonde-headed wife. She was a shapely brunette that Heather remembered meeting at the party. Her name escaped her now. Rhonda? Rena?

"Rita, honey, you don't really expect me to quit now, do you? Not after you've been shaking these sensational tits of yours in my face all night?"

Jake was burrowing a hand in under her skimpy blouse. Impatient with his efforts, he pulled the blouse right over her head and threw it on the pass. The brunette's big lush tits bobbed enticingly on her chest. He bent down and began to suck one of her nipples, then the other. He looked like a greedy kid who couldn't decide which goodie he wanted to eat first.

Rita began to moan and squirm in his arms. They were standing under a big oak tree, near the shrubbery row at the back of the Whitcombs' garden. But Heather couldn't understand why they weren't being more careful. If Linda should come to the back door, she'd be bound to see them.

Poor Linda! the young redhead thought, wondering how long Jake has been pulling this kind of thing. She realized she should go back to the patio and ignore the sordid scene next door, but she was fascinated. She couldn't help herself. She wanted to see what would happen next.

The watching housewife stood transfixed by the fence as her next-door neighbor covered the young woman's tits with kisses.

"Ooooohh, Jake honey, you have the sweetest lips. You're making my titties feel so good!" Rita was running her fingers through the older man's hair, encouraging him in his lewd ministrations. "Aaaaabhh… it's heavenly, Jake darling!"

"Mmmm-hmmm! You betcha, Rita baby! You have got the most sensational tits I've even seen in my life. Except maybe for Heather Perkins next door. But she's definitely out of range… at the moment!"

Rita giggled. "Oh, you naughty man! You've no sooner caught one woman, than you're daydreaming about the next one."

"That's what keeps the old dick hard, baby!"

"Well, in that case, I won't complain. Suck my tits some more, Jake honey!"

Heather was dumfounded. To hear her own name brought up in the conversation left her flabbergasted. She had always thought of Jake Whitcomb as an attractive man, but that was where her speculations ended. After all, she was married and Jake was married.

What more was there to think?

But now it turned out that Jake was a philanderer. And that he had been having lustful thoughts about her! Poor Linda!

Before she could suppress them, Heather felt little titillating tingles running up and down her spine. She was horny, easy prey for thoughts of an attractive man. And Jake was definitely attractive.

She chastised herself mentally, telling herself she shouldn't think things like that. It was… it was bad!

Before her very eyes, Jake was working the young brunette's slacks down over her shapely hips. It seemed Rita wasn't wearing any underwear. When her slacks fell to the pound around her ankles, Heather could see the thick furry dark patch of her beaver.

"Oooohhh, Jake!" Again Rita giggled, like a willing but embarrassed schoolgirl. "What are you going to do?"

"It's a surprise, baby. But it's guaranteed to make you feel good!"

While Heather's mouth fell open with shock, the big man fell to his knees in front of the young woman. He reached up to her cunt and parted the hair-fringed lips. Then he extended his tongue and stabbed her cunt-slit.

"Aaaaiiiieeee! Jake, honey! Obhhh, Goddd, it's gooddd!" Rita cried, placing her hands on his shoulders for support and throwing her head back in erotic abandon.

The couple were no more than four yards away from Heather. So close she could almost have reached out and touched them. She couldn't take her eyes off the way her neighbor's tongue prodded and poked and teased Rita's pussy. It had been months since Tom had done anything like that for Heather.

She knew it was silly, but she felt jealous of the adulterous female in the next yard. Her own cunt was throbbing in memory of what a talented tongue well applied could feel like. For a moment the memory was almost real and Heather had to suppress a deep-throated groan. Her pussy wanted attention so badly.

And, wrong as it was, she was getting excited watching the couple next door.

Jake's head was pressed close in against Rita's pussy now, and Heather couldn't see exactly what he was doing. But the brunette's mewls and groans, plus the ecstatic expression on her face, told her all she needed to know. Jake's mouth was bringing the woman to wanton peaks of erotic abandon.

"Ohhhh! Eat my pussy like that, Jake darling! Aaaahh, shit, Goddd, I'm… I'm cummminggg!"

Once her climax seemed to have passed, Jake looked up at her and grinned. "Like that, baby?" he asked.

"Ooohhh, yes! Yessss, I like it!" Even now, Rita had obviously not caught her breath. She seemed to tremble. Her hands still clung to the big man's shoulders for support.

"Do you want to cum some more, Rita baby?" It was obvious he was teasing her. He seemed to enjoy her weak, fluttering excitement.

From her hiding place behind the fence, Heather watched and trembled herself. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips as she surveyed the brunette's lush naked figure and her look of ecstatic satisfaction.

For just a moment, she wished passionately that she was Rita. She wanted to feel that thrilling electric excitement in her own pussy!