J Watson: The wife_s wild urge

Lynn Nobles was surprised to find that her husband wasn't home when she came back from the market. She'd told him that she was going to make his favorite dinner for him, and then she was going to slip into something soft and slinky. She'd also told him that there were going to be no holds barred. They were going to have a night of lovemaking that he would remember for a long time. She'd do anything he wanted. Anything. Even if it was kinky. She was in that kind of mood.

But her husband's car was gone when she pulled into the driveway and that started that nagging worry again. Bill had been in a strange mood lately. Almost like he was angry with her. She had thought that it was pressures at work. That was why she had promised him such a fun evening.

She grew angry at him. He'd mined the mood. He wasn't going to get such a chance again.

She took her groceries into the house. It was only when she walked into the bedroom that she found the letter. She read it twice, with tears burning her eyes, before she believed it. Bill had left her. He had found himself a younger woman, and he'd simply left her. Lynn sat down on the edge of the bed. This was one thing she'd never even considered. She'd thought that Bill would always be around.

Lynn stretched out on the bed and sobbed into her pillow. She cried for a long time. She didn't know how long someone had been knocking on her door before she heard it.

She stood up and walked to the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Lynn?" a male voice asked. "It's me, John. Your next door neighbor. Trish asked me to stop by and pick up that ribbon she wanted to borrow."

"All right," she said.

She opened the door. Somehow ribbon didn't seem to be important to her anymore. Nothing was important. She left the door open as she went back into her bedroom and took the length of thick red ribbon off her sewing machine. She didn't realize John had followed her until she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"You've been crying?" he asked. "Is something wrong?"

She broke down. John put his arms around her and let her cry against his broad chest. He kept patting her shoulder in a comforting way as she poured out her troubles, to him. She didn't know why she picked John, but she had to tell her troubles to somebody. Maybe somebody would tell her that she was having a nightmare and that she would wake up pretty soon and Bill would be by her side.

"Oh," she said finally, still sniffling. "I guess I've been making a fool out of myself."

"Bill's the fool," John said, "for walking out on a petty woman like you."

She fooled at him with gratitude. What she needed most of all was a man thinking she was pretty. Though she knew she was an attractive, dark baked woman of thirty, she had suddenly started thinking of herself as ugly. Perhaps every woman got that feeling sometimes. Especially those women that had a husband who left them for a younger woman.

What she didn't know was that John had always thought she was a damn fine looking woman. He had watched her often when she was walking near her house. He especially liked the summer months when she and his wife would sunbathe in the back yard. He remembered a tiny black bikini that showed off her big thrusting tits to their best advantage. He had often wished he could bury his face in those sweet jugs.

Rut she was his wife's best friend and a married woman. In a way, she was no longer married and that made her fair game.

And she was ripe for it. He had the feeling that all it would take would be a little more comforting. She was melting like warm butter in his hands already.

"Do you really think I'm pretty?" Lynn asked him.

Lynn had no idea that she was courting trouble.

All she knew was that she needed a man to say nice things to her. Especially a big, husky man like John. John was twice the man that Bill had ever been, and his compliments made her feel better.

"I think you're absolutely gorgeous," John said, still stroking her shoulder. "I think Bill's probably the biggest Goddamned fool that ever lived."

"Thank you," she whispered. "Oh, thank you. I need to be told things like that. I just feel so miserable."

He kissed her. She didn't mind. The gentle pressure of his lips felt good. He took her hand in his and stroked her palm with his finger. There was something extremely sensuous about the gentle stroking of his finger. It made her feel like she had butterflies in her belly.

He kissed her soft cheeks and then put his lips against the curve of her neck. She shivered as she felt him sucking at her skin, just the way the boys tried to do on dates so that she'd go home with a hickey. But John wasn't trying to give her a hickey. He was nibbling at the soft flesh of her throat like she was some kind of feast.

He pushed her down on the bed and she dropped the piece of ribbon. She felt a little dazed as he put his strong arms around her and crushed her against his massive chest. Her husband had never been a strong man. Bill worked behind a desk most, of the time, and he was getting slightly flabby. She knew that John did some kind of construction work and there was nothing flabby about him. She'd never felt such strength in a man before. His muscles felt like fire, and she felt as helpless as a rag doll in his grasp.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she gasped, just as he put his lips back against hers. This time there was nothing gentle about his kisses. His lips felt hard and demanding. They took her breath away. She felt the probing of his tongue and she obediently opened her mouth. She felt his hard, burning tongue stabbing into her mouth. He seemed determined to drive his tongue deep into her throat.

He stopped stroking her hand and he put his hand on her thigh. She had worn a pair of shorts and a man's shirt to the market. Now she fell the burning heat of his fingers almost searing her bare flesh.

"Stop," she told him. "Stop this. Your wife is just next door. We can't do this."

At the time she was protesting she knew she didn't want him to stop. She'd never felt like this before. This was the way a cave woman must have felt when a cave man took her for his own. A woman could do nothing but obey a strong man like John.

She felt his hand squeezing her thigh, and sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She no longer protested. Instead she wiggled her own hot tongue into his mouth. It felt strange tongue-kissing a man who wasn't her husband. It was also exciting. Wiggling her tongue against his sent a powerful surge of need thin ugh her. She felt her nipples harden and get all tingly.

"You are a beautiful woman," John said. "The kind of woman that makes a man's mouth water. I used to get hard just looking at you."

"Did you really?" she asked.

"Yeah. I used to have a time hiding how I was feeling from my wife. Especially last summer when you had the skimpy black bikini. I used to walk around with a boner all day long."

She remembered that black bikini and she remembered how much of her creamy flesh she showed. She had almost been too ashamed to put it on. Now she was glad she had. She was glad she had tantalized this man with her body.

"Maybe I'll put it on for you again sometime," she said.

"You'd better," he said.

He slipped his hand up her body. He tugged at the shirt she had tucked into the shorts. She put her hand over his but she was too weak to stop him. He got the shirt out and he slipped his hand underneath. She shivered as she felt his broad, rough hand on her bare belly. His hand moving up until he had cupped her tit. He squeezed the round cone and pinched her nipple and she felt her tits filling up her bra a little more. She felt the heat of his fingers right through the material.