Janet McCoy: The wife_s new lovers

The voices in the next room were getting clearer. At first Tim had thought he was hearing things. He knew now that he and the blonde were no longer alone in the cottage. He thought about stopping, but his hard cock didn't go for the idea. He kept right on fucking the older woman whose ass was squirming just as wantonly as ever. "Hey, Mrs. Kerr… do you hear anything?"

"Just voices. It doesn't matter, darling. We have a rigid to be doing what we're doing. For God's sake, don't stop now, Tim! You're getting me up there! I want you to make me cum, Tim!"

Knowing how much she needed him forced the teen to rally his concentration in the interests of the beautiful woman whose hot cunt was clinging to his cock. Each time he pulled put of her, her pussy-muscles seemed to reach out for his cock-head, trying to suck him back in to feed her hunger. The nibbling sensation on the tip of his cock drew him inward with feverish gusto. It was hard to be out of a haven so warm, so wet, so clinging. The teen was losing all awareness of anything but what was happening to his cock.

"Oh, Tim! It's good like that! You're screwing me so nice, darling!"

"Uuuuuhhh… Mrs. Baker! I don't know… I can't do this much longer!" Forgotten were the voices he had heard a while before. All he could think about was the hammering urge to let go that teased his cock-head, swelled his cock, threatened to take him over the brink.

"Harder… harder, Tim! Ooooohhh yessss! I'm cummm-ing-g-g-g!"

With a burst of relief, the teen let his juices spill into Mrs. Baker's greedy pussy. She had done it just in time. He had wanted to cum with her, just like this.

Watching the orgasmic squirming in the next room, listening to the cries of ecstasy, turned the coupling between Luke and Eileen into an abandoned grope for glow. His cock drove deep into her cunt. She wailed wantonly, not caring who heard her. Again and again, her ass slammed back at Luke's belly. She wanted him to cum with her. She wanted to know the thrill of taking his hot juices into her cunt just as she convulsed in orgasm. But then there came the moment when she couldn't wait any longer.

"Aaaaiiieee! Oh God, I'm cummmm-ing-g-g!"

The young waiter felt his balls glow red hot as her cunt-muscles squeezed his cock. His juices were boiling over! He was giving her a heavy pussy load of cum! "Jeez, Miss Kerr! Here it comes!"

"Oh good, Luke! It's sooooo fucking good in my cunt!"

Tim was close enough to rationality that he could no longer ignore the noises coming from somewhere. He strode naked into the kitchen and watched the top waiter, Luke, and Miss Kerr writhing out the last throes of passion. His cock lurched at the obscene sight. "Holy cow!" he muttered and went back into the living room. He sat on the couch and looked at the exhausted woman on the floor who was slowly struggling to her knees.

"Tim, you were wonderful!"

"What were they doing in the other room? Were they watching us?"

"They?"

"Luke and Miss Kerr!"

The teen seemed upset. Jean crawled forward on her knees and put her anus around him. "Who knows what they were doing out there, Luke? And what does it matter anyway? Hasn't it been special between us? No one has ever excited me the way you just did."

That single declaration seemed to wipe away all the teen's reservations. "Really?"

"Cross my heart." And she did. Though she did not tell the teen he had been her first virgin.

"Can we do it again later? I mean, when I get my strength back?" he grinned shyly. "Oh yes, Tim! Again and again!"

It was at this point that Eileen stuck her head in through the kitchen door. "Hey, anybody in here hungry?"

"Boy, am I!" Tim exploded, without thinking.

The two women started to giggle. "Aren't guys amazing, Jean? They're always ready to eat. What is it, do you suppose, that makes them so hungry?"

The women laughed uproariously. Tim was not sure what was so funny. He shrugged his shoulders and went into the bathroom, to wash off. Women were hard to figure, but he sure liked being around them. Now that he had developed a taste for their company, he couldn't imagine ever going without them again.

Jean had been sitting at the desk in the corner for some time. She seemed to be writing a letter, tough every time Eileen looked up from her book her friend was chewing on the end of her pen.

"Writing a letter?" Curiosity had gotten the better of her.

"Yeah. I'm writing Todd." Immediately Eileen's warning lights went on. She had begun to believe Jean had quit thinking about her husband entirely. The petite brunette swung her legs down off the couch and stood up. She walked casually over to the desk.

"You missing him?" she asked anxiously.

"Oh, no!" Eileen was relieved to see her friend looking so cheerful. It seemed it was Eileen who did the most worrying about Jean and Todd these days. "I just wanted him to know I was all right. Here, you can read the note if you want. I've had a heck of a time trying to figure out what, to say. Nothing that's been happening to me is anything I can tell anyone about. Anyone but you, that is."

Eileen read the note. "Dear Todd, having a fine quiet time. A time to think. Not even interested in men, it seems. I think it will be best if I stay here all summer."

Jean looked up at her friend anxiously. "Is it very awful of me to tell him a white lie like that?"

"You mean about the 'men'?"

"Heck no! Did he tell you about pink panties?"

"No. That's why I think… if we do get back together… I won't have to feel so bitter about him. I'll know I've had my free fun too."

"Sure. That makes sense. Do you think you'll go back to him then?"

"Probably not. But who knows? By the end of the summer, I may be tired of enjoying myself so much."

Eileen laughed. "Maybe you can be like me. Doctor Jekyll in the winter, Mr. Hyde in the summertime."

"Maybe I can. I'm beginning to think everyone should have a secret life, Eileen. It makes life kind of fun, you know?"

"You know something, Jean? I think I've been good for you. You're a hell of a lot more interesting person now than you were when you arrived here. Then, you were loveable. Now, you're downright intriguing. Do you think your husband would even be able to keep up with the new you?"

"Maybe not. But now that I've sprouted my own wings, it might be fun to find out."

Eileen put her arms around her girlfriend's shoulders. "Well, if I'm going to lose you, I want to start making up for future lost time. Let's go to bed."

Jean felt the familiar hot longing in her cunt. "Sure. Let's. I can finish my letter later. From now on, I'm not going to let anything be more important than the present."

"That's my girl!"

Arm in arm, the women who had been friends for so long retired to the bed where their friendship had scaled the limits.