Jane Allison - A hungry bride

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Jane Allison A hungry bride CHAPTER ONE Jane Lange glanced around the pool - фото 1

Jane Allison

A hungry bride

CHAPTER ONE

Jane Lange glanced around the pool. She was so incredibly horny today lying here in the chaise lounge in the hot sun that she had a lewd obscene urge to play with herself with her finger right in front of the other women. She was sure it would take less than two seconds, and there was something about Harriet's smugness that would give her a great kick to do it.

Jane Lange and the other women were sitting around the communal pool they all shared with their condominiums at the Bel Air Apartments in Greenbrae, California. The apartments also had many other amenities such as tennis courts, a sauna and exercise room, laundry facilities and a large game room with a pool table. It was great having all these facilities with your apartment but sometimes the disadvantages outweighed the advantages, like today.

Sure it was fine to have the pool but after all it wasn't yours alone and so you had to put up with people like Harriet Dunn. Harriet made everyone's business her own and would seize any crumb of information that came her way in order to pass it on. The trouble was by the time Harriet had finished with the crumb it was nearer an entire cake when she passed it on..

Harriet was a moderately attractive woman of about 40. Her body was still quite good but there was something in the set of her mouth that gave her a hard look. She had arrived at the pool at about 2:00 p.m.

She studied Jane, for a while, lying back in the chaise lounge, then said, "I hate to upset you, honey, but I think that Mona has the hots for your husband.

I've heard some stories… they're too raw to go into now… well, I just wouldn't want that woman operating around my husband."

Almost hating herself for it, Jane found herself asking the older woman, "Why, whatever do you mean, Harriet

I'm sure I can trust Matt… after all, Mona, Matt and I all went to high school together. It's not like they're complete strangers or anything. Of course, they talk but I'm sure that's all there is to it."

Privately, Jean didn't feel as confident about Mona Allan as she sounded to Harriet. She herself had heard stories about wild private parties that Mona and her husband Jeff Allan gave, and she had always discounted. Now that she thought about it, Mona Allan had been a slut when they were in high school together. It was common knowledge that Mona had had sexual adventures beyond the normal experiences of girls her age.

"Well, Jane, if you choose to close your eyes to it… I guess that's your business but if I were you I'd certainly keep an eye on Matt… he's only human you know and when that woman sets her sights on someone she doesn't rest until she's got another scalp to add to her string of conquests."

"Oh, surely you're exaggerating Harriet."

"Well, not really. I wasn't going to tell you… but… last night when I went down to get my John from the pool room I passed the laundry room and went in to pick some washing I'd left down there… and..," she paused, dramatically, "who do you think was in there?"

"I can't imagine… stop trying to stretch out this story, Harriet."

"Mona and Matt that's who… he asked her if she needed any help taking down her clothes and she informed him that he could take down more than that if he was so inclined."

"Oh, come on, Harriet, Mona was probably just trying to be funny."

"It was really funny, I agree, especially when she put her arms around him and kissed him… they broke apart when they saw me, of course

"I trust Matt and he was only trying to be helpful, I'm sure."

But inwardly, Jane was not so sure at all. Lately their relationship had been less than perfect. Jeff was having a lot of trouble with premature ejaculation and Jane was feeling horny and frustrated. Lately he'd been like a fucking rabbit in bed. Jane couldn't resist a slight twinge of anger when she thought about it. Last night he'd just whipped off right in the middle of her passionate climb, leaving her hanging in rapturous agony with her own climax mere seconds away. And then he'd dropped right off to sleep… She'd lain there beside him, her heart pumping anger intensified by feminine lust into her bloodstream. She hadn't touched herself and finished herself off but had tossed sleeplessly throughout the night in her excited unfulfilled arousal.

This morning had been another washout. After the previous night's big letdown, she'd popped her eyes open after two hours sleep with the same sensual coals still smoldering inside her. Instead of falling off during the night, her unsatiated need to have his long hard cock give her a climax seemed to have been stimulated by her restless tossing and turning. She'd awoken in the worst erotic needful desperation she'd been in since her pre-marriage days, when she'd been satisfied with her own hand stroking up between her thighs.

She should have known better than to entice him into a little morning's fuck when he was already half-dressed and on his way to work. But she'd persuaded Matt to take off his pants. Again the scene ran like a speeded-up motion picture. Like an Olympic athlete racing after a gold medal victory, he'd raced his lengthy swollen hardness in and out of her heated cuntal depths, quickly seeing to his own needs, then hopped off the bed while she lay there panting.

This repeated dud-fuck within eight hours had been almost more than she could bear… Only the fact that she knew he would be late for work if she made an issue out of it, had kept her from screaming at him how selfish he was.

"Sorry, honey, but I really got to move it," he'd weakly apologized as he moved toward the bathroom, wiping off his deflating prick with some toilet tissue. Then, from the bathroom, he'd called out to promise, "I'll make it up to you tonight,

Janie… I promise you… everything's going to be all right again."

Jane had had kept silent but inside she was a seething mass of hostility. She was sick and tired of his selfishness. Why the hell didn't he take care of her needs for a change?

Jane looked around the pool at the other women sunning themselves. She knew that the complex that the couples lived in was a veritable hive of couple swapping and until this moment she had never even considered it in her wildest dreams. But with this latest problem with Matt, maybe, just maybe, it was not such a bad idea after all.

The leaders of the bunch of swingers seemed to be Mona and Jeff Allan. Although they all had barbecues together and swam together and had other recreational activities in common, when the lights went out what occurred in the various apartments was quite different. Jane and Matt and Mona and Jeff had played tennis together, not often, but they had never been involved in any of their rumored sexual exploits. In point of fact, during the day when the women saw each other around the pool, or in the laundry room or anywhere around the sprawling apartment house complex, the subject was never mentioned… never even hinted at.

The whole thing was very strange. It seemed that everyone was aware of these sexual swaps with the different couples, but no one ever seemed to talk about it.

Jane sat up and growing bored with lying in the sun decided to go upstairs to her apartment. She picked up her large yellow beach towel and stretching, said, "See you ladies later… I've got some things to do."

"Bye, Janie… remember what I told you," Harriet called.

How the hell could I forget, Jane thought to herself She got the elevator up to the fourth floor and got out and fumbled in the pocket of her beach jacket for the key. Opening the door she stepped into the hallway. She stopped momentarily to examine herself in the full length mirror that hung in the hall. At twenty-two, she was an exceptionally lovely young woman with golden blonde hair that flowed softly around her shoulders in a straight style that she managed herself with a blow dryer. The golden hair framed the delicately molded features of her tanned face. She had hazel eyes that sparkled mischievously when she was amused or shot sparks of yellow when she was angry, a pert nose that turned up slightly and was covered with a light freckles and full sensual lips. From her time in the sun around the pool Jane's skin was tanned a deep golden color. She looked like a golden goddess.

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