Jane Allison - A hungry bride

She went over several stories that she could make up because she was expecting that he would hold an inquisition when he got home from work. She was wandering around the apartment in a panic when the telephone rang.

"Hi, Janie… it's Nancy."

Jane's heart sank. Was Nancy going to accuse her? Oh, God, how horrible, I could just die, she thought. How am I ever going to face seeing any of my neighbors again.

"Hi, Nancy," she said cautiously.

"You feeling okay today? What I'm calling for is to tell you that you left a gold bracelet over here last night.

"Oh, thank you very much, Nancy," she said relief flooding all over her.

"I understand you had a pretty wild night last night… welcome to the club!"

"You're not angry or anything, Nancy?" she asked hesitantly.

"Good God, no… I went off with our family doctor last night… I was serious when I told you yesterday that we do this all the time… I'm glad you got into it… maybe we can have a four-way one night with you and Matt..

"Frankly, Nancy, Matt doesn't know anything about it… he was home in bed while I was whoring around… I have no idea what I'm going to tell him. what if he wants a divorce????"

"Don't be so melodramatic… what makes you think he was home guarding the home fires anyway?"

"Well… where else would he be?"

"Janie… I'm not going to tell tales out of school but don't let him get self-righteous on you… or I'll tell you a thing or two..

"What are you talking about?"

"Listen, I'm sure at sometime, Matt is going to tell you exactly what occurred last night… it's none of my business… I just don't want you to worry or have any guilt feelings about what you did last night… I hope it was a satisfying experience for you

"It certainly was that… satisfying I mean…1 never knew anything could be so wonderful… oh, God… but how am I going to face Matt?

"I don't think… as I said before… that that's going to be any problem at all… just cool it… don't go making any dramatic confessions or anything like that… just let it come up naturally… he's not in any position to make accusations."

"Okay, Nancy, whatever you say, thanks for calling… I'm going to try and get myself together before he gets home from work… see you later, bye.."

Matt Lange's mind kept drifting back to last night with every spare moment at work. Mona. Allan had been just what the doctor ordered for Matt. There was an incredible, bursting energy to the woman plus an honest quality that told him she was only interested in having fun… sharing her bed for some casual sex… and nothing more.

Walking over to pick up some canvas for the sail he was working on, his mind raced over the events of the previous evening. One of his work mates asked for a tool and he passed it to him without looking up. He recalled how the exotic dark-haired Mona had seized his cock in her tiny little hand when she had pulled him into the swimming pool. And later in the Allan's bed in their apartment she had again held his cock tight and then drawn it to her lips, and sucked, and sucked until he thought he'd orgasm like a fire-hose into her pretty heart-shaped face. But he didn't… Christ, his old problem with Jane of getting so goddamn hot and bothered that he'd cum before he'd even begun to get his partner aroused seemed to have vanished… cured, either by the magically sucking sexy Mona, or by something mysterious within himself

Finally, she slid her sexy little body up on top of him; and had placed her dark haired pussy mound over his hotly swelling cock, rubbing the outer cuntal flanges against the underside of his pulsating prick. Then she'd lifted only slightly, and he'd felt his cock-head slipping in, furrowing through her wetly clasping pussy walls that drew around him with delectable warmth.

It had gone on and on, the miraculously purgative fucking drifting far into the night… until Jeff came upstairs from the party and joined them. The two men had taken turns with Mona until they were both spent and they'd all dozed off only to be woken up by an insistent knocking on the door which turned out to be a very disheveled Jane.

He had kept quiet and stayed in the Allan's room but then when Mona hadn't returned for some time he had crept down to the spare room where he heard muffled voices through the partially open door. His eyes had nearly popped out of their sockets at what he had seen.

Mona Allan was tongue-fucking his wife and Janie was loving it, writhing around like a woman possessed and then they had reversed positions. Jeff tried to imagine how another woman's tongue would feel snaking intimately through his wife's cunt. Of course, Mona was so experienced she could sexually excite a turnip. He and Jane had never indulged in any oral sex of any kind. She had been repelled by it, she said. He'd have to talk to her about that. She certainly didn't look too repelled by sucking insanely on his friend Jeff s big thick prick, either.

Last night, was some sort of a milestone for both of them, he thought. The only problem is how is it all going to come together. I don't know just how to approach this situation, he thought. I don't want her to feel embarrassed and yet I don't want to pretend last night never happened so that we go back to our same routine.

With Mona, all my anxieties were released and I was able to function…1 want Janie to know this and not be threatened in any way by Mona.

Maybe it would be a good idea to call and invite his wife out for dinner. a real date… sure… that's what he'd do.

He walked over from his work bench and dialed his home number. "Hello."

"Hi, Janie, it's Matt… listen I thought we might go to Lorenzo's in Sausalito for dinner… how does that sound to you?"

"Oh, Matt… it sounds just super, are you going to work late tonight?"

"No… I'll be through about 6:00 p.m. so I'll call and make reservations for 7:30 p.m… that okay with you?"

"Fine… I'll be ready… see you soon!"

The dinner at the Italian restaurant had gone very well. They had sipped their drinks and looked out over the bay at the moonlight shining on the still black water. No reference to the previous night had been made but it hung in the air with a pregnant urgency but both Jane and Matt continued to make polite small talk carefully avoiding any personal reference whatsoever.

They had a couple of cognacs after dinner and then Matt paid the bill and it was time to leave. All the way home in the car both were silent and then they were in the garage and on the way up in the elevator.

"Want some coffee, Matt?" Jane asked.

"No I'm just about coffeed out, today, thanks," he said standing very close to her. The close proximity of the deliciously wafting feminine odors of his young sun-dress clad wife were beginning to get to him.

"Come on," he said meaningfully, "let's go to bed."

Wordlessly Jane followed as Matt led her across the room to their bed. She felt shy and awkward, and a little unsure. After the events of last evening she didn't know what to say to him. She lay back on the bed, conscious of her young husband's gaze as he bent over her prone body. She found it difficult to look him in the eye because of the unspoken questions she could read there.

He continued to study her fragile features, the pert pose that always amused him, her full soft lips… the golden complexion. His eyes swept down from her face to her shoulders, where the thin straps of Jane's powder blue nightgown slipped down on either side, revealing a wide expanse of flesh down to the deep shadowy indentation between her full breasts. Beneath the thin cotton fabric of her gown, he could make out the complete outline of her body, from the full brown tips of her breasts, about the size of half dollars, to the splendid curve of her hips and thighs. Once more he thought how perfect her body was. Never had he seen a woman more beautiful than she! Mona was fabulous but nothing compared to the golden beauty of his own wife. He reproached himself mentally for not performing well in bed… for his selfishness… while he continued to stare at the lovely body of his wife. He realized that she was blushing and becoming self-conscious during his long silence but he decided he would explore every crevice of her body. Kneeling beside her, he slipped his hands beneath her nightgown, letting his fingers slide upward along the silken surface of her gently rounded belly, until he reached the round orbs of her firm white breasts. He clutched onto them, marveling at the feel of her large silken breasts in his hands while a mental image of Mona Allan sucking on these same breasts flared up in front of his mind's eye. he continued to massage them, feeling their softness in his hands and twiddling the thick rubber-like nipples until they became hard and stiff