Janet McCoy: Wife on the loose

Heather's mouth was still hanging open as she watched the three of them walk back to the house. Rita was in the middle, still naked.

As she lay sleepless that night, next to her snoring husband, Heather searched her mind for some explanation of the strange events she had just witnessed in her neighbors' garden.

But any explanation seemed even stranger than what she had seen.

Her curiosity would have to go unsatisfied, for now. But, maybe someday she would learn the truth.

When Monday morning came, Heather was still confused.

She had said nothing to Tom about the strange events she had witnessed the night of the party. And she had certainly said nothing about what she herself had done. He would not have approved of her playing with herself while she watched a couple fuck.

By Monday morning, Heather was ravenously horny once again. In the two days since she had seen Jake screw the young brunette, the scene had been much on her mind.

She remembered his cock – so long and thick and eager, and long-lasting.

She also remembered his saying her tits were the most beautiful he had ever seen. It might not be right to be flattered by the appreciation of an adulterer, but she was. It boosted her ego immensely.

For the first time, she was toying with thoughts of fucking a man other than her husband. She was imagining what it would be like to feel his hard prick inside her hot needing cunt. The thought turned her on.

She no longer felt guilty about betraying her friend. It seemed Linda didn't mind if Jake fucked other women. But she did feel a little guilty about her own husband.

If he had screwed her over the weekend, she might have buried the salacious thoughts deep inside. But he didn't.

The pretty redhead felt nervous about facing Linda for their planned breakfast. She knew she would be thinking about what she had seen the other night. But dare she say anything to Linda?

It was ten a.m. when she knocked on her girl friend's kitchen door.

"Hi, honey. Come on in! Jake just left." The blonde took the younger woman by the hand and led her into the kitchen. She poured them both a cup of coffee and sat opposite Heather at the kitchen table.

"I thought we'd talk for a while and then have a nice brunch. Heather, that is a lovely dress. Blue is your color, darling!" She reached out and stroked the soft puffed sleeve. She grabbed the redhead's hand. "And your nails! Heather! Blue fingernails?" She laughed. "On you, darling, it looks good!"

Heather grinned at her exuberant friend. "Why not? Anything for a kick!"

Linda looked at her with mock suspicion. "Anything? Oh, my dear, that opens so many possibilities!" She winked.

"Well, I don't have to ask if you had a good weekend. The answer is obvious. You're as cheerful as a spring chicken."

"Let's leave my private sex life out of it!" She laughed at her own weak joke. "Seriously, darling, I did have a wonderful weekend. You remember Rita from the party? Well, she and her husband stayed over on Friday night we all had a wonderful time."

Heather looked thoughtful for a moment. Things were beginning to fall into place. She thought she was beginning to understand why Linda hadn't come out and interrupted Jake and Rita the other night. Linda had had her own playmate inside.

The idea was shocking. But titillating.

"Hey, you've become awfully quiet all of a sudden. What's on that pretty mind of yours?"

Embarrassment turned Heather's checks a bright red. "Oh, I was just thinking…"

"About what?"

"Oh… about what you were saying, that's all." Linda grinned. "What I was saying wasn't all that thought provoking unless you're thinking dirty thoughts, that is." She giggled. "Well, I may as well tell you. You're my best friend and I don't like keeping secrets from you. I just wasn't sure how you'd take it since you seemed so devoted to Tom and all… Jake and I are into swapping…"

Heather's eyes grew wide and incredulous. Once the words were out in the open, it seemed more shocking than ever. And more intriguing…

Linda apparently wasn't sure how to take Heather's silence. "Uh… you know what it is, don't you, honey? Swapping, I mean?"

At last the redhead managed to speak. "Uuhhh… yes… I know what it is. I read a book about it once." She felt an intense need to unburden herself of her own secret. "Linda, there's something I've got to tell you," she said in one rapid gush of words. "I… I saw Jake and Rita in the garden the other night. And I saw you come out and take them inside. I was…" She blushed more furiously than ever. "I was peeking through a knothole in the fence." She didn't dare look at her friend. She hung her head, waiting far Linda's response.

The blonde reached out and clasped her hand. She giggled and looked at the younger woman affectionately. "Heather, you're beautiful. Don't feel embarrassed about it, darling. It's natural to be curious about what other people are doing. You were doing a very normal kind of thing." Her blue eyes lit up with curiosity. "Did it turn you on?"

Again, Heather couldn't look at her friend. "Mm-hmm. I… Oh, Linda, I… I played with myself. I got very excited."

Linda laughed softly. She continued to hold the redhead's hand. "That's wonderful, darling! I can bet that whatever they were doing, it was pretty damned exciting. I'd have done the same thing."

Heather looked at the older woman in deadly earnest. "Would you?"

"Of course I would!"

"But, Linda, I didn't know it was all right with you. I thought like was cheating on you!"

"Listen, honey, that's why I got into this swapping game. To keep him from running around and doing things behind my back. This way, I get my jollies, too. Tim, Rita's husband, is one hell of a lover, if you'll excuse my crudity."

Heather grinned sheepishly. "Sure… if you'll excuse my crudity… I thought Jake looked pretty interesting, too."

"That he is! Which reminds me. What was all that business between you and Tom the other night? It sounded to me like you've got some kind of a problem in the sack. Am I right?"

Heather ran her blue-tipped fingers nervously through her hair. She bit her lip and looked rueful. "You're right, Linda. Tom and I don't seem to be 'sexually compatible', as they say. I never seem to get enough. And Tom gets tired of my always wanting to make love."

"Oh, honey… you mean you can't cum? That's awful!"

"NO, I don't mean that. I can cum all right. It's just that Tom cums long before I'm ready."

"Well, maybe you could try some of the things they suggest. Get him to think about something else when he gets real excited. Stuff like that."

Heather looked dismal. "It's no good, Linda. He won't even talk about it, let alone do anything about it."

Linda stroked her friend's hand consolingly. "That's a shame, honey. It must be awful for you. I know if I don't get my sex regularly, I turn into a mean old bitch."

"Ye… Yessss…" Heather hadn't wanted it to happen, but she couldn't help herself. She started to cry.

Linda rose from her chair and rushed around the table to put her arms around the younger woman. "There, there, honey… don't feel bad. Come on into the living room. You'll be more comfortable in there."

Arm in arm, the two women sat on the couch. They talked quietly for some time, Heather pouring out the burden of her long frustration, Linda being the sympathetic listener. She stroked Heather's shoulders and hair, soothing her with soft, whispered words.

Eventually, Heather's sense of despair waned. She felt very comfortable in the other woman's arms, safe and secure, understood as no one had tried to understand her in a long time. She felt a curious little tingle down in her belly, some indefinable surge of affection that was part passion, part maternal closeness. It frightened her a little.