Janet McCoy: The wife_s new lovers

The sheer energy of their fucking seemed to have taken Todd higher than Jean had seen him in a long time. He had braced himself on either side of her head, and he was stroking his cock into her cunt in long fervent powerful lunges. Jean looked up into his handsome face. His features were distorted with the intensity of his lust. She could see the tension as he eased himself up toward the peak. The blonde felt a surge of love for her hard-working husband. He was trying so hard to he a good provider for both of them… and now he was trying so hard to bring her sexual satisfaction. She wished he could slow down and enjoy it a little more. He didn't have to work at pleasing her. More than anything, she wanted him to know how wonderful she thought he was. She wanted him to know he was great, even when he was not working at it!

"Oh Todd… I love you, darling! Your cock feel's so good inside me! Screw me, lover! Uuuuuuhhh… oooohhhh, Todd!"

Her cries of abandon made him stroke into her deeper at a more furious pace. His breath was coming in quick gasps like those of a man climbing a steep hill. The top was in sight. Just a little more effort… one more burst of energy… and he knew his world would explode into climactic bliss!

Jean felt Todd's cock swelling to awesome proportions inside her clutching cunt. The extra stretching of her sensitized pussy-walls was all she need to push her over the edge into her sweet ride. "Uuuuhhh… Todd, darling! I'm cummmmming-g-g-g! Mmmmmmm!"

Her words thrilled him. They came at just the right moment to give him the go-ahead for his own climax. "Uh shit, Jeannie, baby! Here I cum!" He could feel his hard cock swelling and spurting its hot load deep into her greedily clasping pussy. He continued to stroke his cock back and forth, more slowly now, until the last of his juices were safely stowed in her steaming cunt. When he let himself roll off her onto his own side of the bed. Lulled by the dreamy mood of release, he fell quickly into a deep and restful sleep.

Jean reached for his wet sticky cock and clutched it happily, the way a child holds onto a favorite toy. She felt so close to her husband tonight, closer than she had for a long time. With optimistic conviction she sensed that everything would be all right now. She would never have to feel lonely and neglected again. Todd still loved her. She had his hot cum seeping from her cunt-hole to prove it. As long as she knew that, she could take anything.

She was on the very verge of letting herself drift into sleep when in the dim light from the bedside lamp she spied Todd's clothes strewn in a heap on the floor. Usually Todd was very careful with his clothes. He took care of them himself, hanging them up, deciding which ones should go to the laundry and taking them there himself. Jean was spared that part of a housewife's task.

Something about the careless way he had left his clothes, in his hot pursuit of her body, made Jean love him all the more. She wanted to do one last little thing for him tonight. Like a good wife, she would pick up after him.

His suit was an expensive beige Swedish knit. She picked up the jacket and felt the pockets for handkerchiefs and loose change. The suit was ready for the cleaners.

Instead of Todd's familiar white linen handkerchief, she pulled out a lace-trimmed pair of pink panties. Jean was so shocked by her discovery that her jaw fell open and both jacket and panties fell from her hands at the same time. Her confused mind searched recklessly for an explanation. There was only one that even began to make sense. Todd had a lover, one who wore pink lacy panties.

Suddenly her shock was replaced with an overwhelming fury. So that was why he was too tired most of the time to make love to her! She understood it all now! He had made love to her tonight to keep her from suspecting, or because he had gotten so turned on by his date with his girlfriend that even his wife looked good tonight! Tears welled from her eyes as she stared at the peacefully sleeping figure on the bed. How stupid she had been! Not once had she ever had any suspicions about Todd's long evenings at work! She had believed her husband when he said he was at the office! Why shouldn't she? Why should she think that Todd would ever lie to her? "Stupid, blind fool!" she cried aloud. Suddenly no words were fierce or vile enough to express her own naivete or the incredible frustration that gnawed at her heart. Not physical frustration this time. But the frustration of being in an ugly situation and not wanting to be there… and seeing no way out.

She jumped onto the bed and began to pound her husband with her small fists. Why should he sleep when she was going through this hell?

"You bastard! You bastard! You cheating coward!"

At first Todd just tired to squirm away from her. But at last he was forced to wake up. "Huh…? What…?"

"What are you doing with pink panties in your jacket pocket?" she demanded in a tone of voice that was close to hysteria. "How dare you come home and make love to me when you've been with another woman!"

The guilty look on Todd's face calmed her down. She realized that a part of her had been hoping for a reasonable explanation, some proof that her jealous suspicions were all wrong. She knew now that she was facing a cold reality. Her husband had a lover. Like water down a drain, all the fight went out of her. She had never felt so miserable in her life.

She pulled the top blanket off the bed and headed for the door.

"Jean… where are you going?" Todd sounded nervous and anxious. It was small consolation. "Let's sit down and talk about this like a couple of adults. After all, we've been married for five years. It's not as if the news should be all that shocking. Things like this happen. Couples work them out."

His explanation horrified her. It had come to that, had it? It was just something that a housewife was supposed to expect? She was supposed to sit down and chat about it and pat him on the head? Poor guy! All that he must have been through! She wasn't going to dignify his protests with a response.

"I'll be spending the night on the couch. Tomorrow I'm going to wire my old friend Eileen. If she'll have me, I'm going to go and stay with her, until I get this all straight in my head."

"Jean… for God's sake, come back here!"

She closed the door behind her and made herself a bed on the couch. She was a little disappointed that Todd didn't follow her. In the most terrible moment of her young life, she needed a warm hug and sympathy. It seemed stupid to look for them from the very person who had hurt her. But who else was there? She had very few friends in the city. Most of them were more Todd's friends than hers. She couldn't expect anything more than token sympathy from any of them.

Eileen was her only hope. They had been schoolgirls together. They hadn't seen each other since Jean's wedding, but they kept in touch by phone and letter. Eileen lived all the way on the other side of the country. Maybe, far from Todd, Jean could learn to forgive him. If she decided to forgive him at all.

Eileen was almost three years older than Jean. She was single, a teacher, an independent woman. Maybe Eileen could tell her what she should do. The blonde lay awake on the couch until, exhausted from her weeping, she fell into a restless sleep.

Eileen had been spending her summers at her cottage by the lake for three years now. Summers were the best part of the year for the lively petite brunette. It was in the summer that she allowed herself to indulge all her vices and her fantasies. In the fall, she went back to being a very proper and very competent teacher. It was a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde existence. A little dangerous, but very satisfying.

Her cottage was secluded. She knew very few of her neighbors on a close basis. Her affairs were discreet and her supply of guys was plentiful. There was a resort hotel on the other side of the lake, which employed senior high school guys as waiters and busboys, hunters and guides. Each summer, she chose a couple of the most appealing guys and carried on affairs with them. The guys never knew about each other. For fear of losing the lady's favors, they kept their mouths shut. Each summer brought a new batch of guys for Eileen to choose from. She couldn't have imagined a situation more suited to her needs.