Janet McCoy: The wife_s new lovers

Eileen thought she had never seen anything as rousing as the way the blonde's fingers sluiced in and out of her wet greedy cunt-hole. Jean's fingers gleamed with the erotic coating of her plentiful juices. Her red fingernails hovered tauntingly at the opening to her pussy before they surged up inside.

Every time Jean wailed out hot pleasure at each new entry, Eileen felt a sympathetic pang of lust inside her own moistening pussy. Automatically her hand reached for her pubic mound. She clutched it feverishly, and even through the heavy material of her jeans her clitoris responded to the stimulus. It throbbed and swelled to greedy arousal.

Though she longed to abandon herself to the heady atmosphere that oozed from Jean's bedroom, Eileen pulled her hand away. She was teasing herself forcing herself to wait, letting the excitement build in her hot pulsing cunt.

"Ok Todd, darling!" she heard her young friend say. Jean's voice sounded thick, and Eileen realized at least part of that thickness was from the wine they had shared at dinner. Jean was still under the influence of an alcoholic high, both mental and physical. The wine had knocked down her inhibitions and made her body hungry for the kind of depraved attention she was now heaping upon it.

Listening to Jean cry for her husband awakened a pang of jealousy in Eileen. Though she had never made love to a woman, she felt an intense unexpected attraction to the younger woman as she watched her writhing in helpless surrender to her forbidden need. It irked her that Jean should be calling for Todd, when obviously it was her and not Todd who really cared for the blonde in her hour of greatest need. If Todd had really cared, he would never have let Jean come out West. He would have convinced her that he needed her. That he couldn't live without her.

Eileen knew that, in her vulnerable state, Jean would have yielded easily to such dramatic pleadings of love.

But Todd had not made them. Jean had come here, to Eileen's home. It was Eileen who would take care of her now.

The pretty brunette felt a strange surge of passion for the lovely woman who ground her cunt so wantonly down onto her fingers, who parted her thighs so recklessly to suck in the stroking steaming pleasure. She watched Jean's round full breasts heave on her chest and she felt an almost overwhelming desire to touch them, to fondle them, to kiss them.

What's happening to me, the brunette wondered, but she didn't try to fight the feelings. They intrigued her. Suddenly she saw a whole new world of possibility… a new aspect of sexuality. If she couldn't see her teen lovers so often this summer, maybe it would not be such a tragedy. Not if she could satisfy her passion in the arms of the woman who was the best friend she had ever known.

It was a daring thought. Her cunt was throbbing more hotly than ever. Her whole body was growing more and more sensitized to the pleasure her girlfriend was experiencing. When Jean groaned, Eileen trembled. She felt the dampness gush from her pussy and soak the crotch of her jeans. She knew how excited Jean must have felt, because she was feeling the same way.

"Oh, God, I'm so hot! I feel so wonderful, darling!" Jean cried out. Eileen could only guess at the fantasy that must be running through Jean's mind at the moment. Obviously, the blonde was not alone in her head. She was engulfed in an erotic atmosphere, with someone to report her pleasure to. The thought of the depravity of what the young housewife was doing made Eileen wriggle in sympathetic lust. Her swollen clitoris rubbed against the rough material of her jeans, almost making her cry aloud. Eileen had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself. She knew she could not, put off the pleasure of touching herself any longer.

Carefully, she pulled down the zipper of her jeans. She did not want to make even the slightest sound that might give away her presence and put an end to the lewd show in the next room. Eileen did not want her friend to know she was watching her. It was too soon. With time, the brunette would learn how open-minded Jean was. She would discover what the limits were with her. She did not want to jump the gun now and spoil her chances for the future.

She need not have worried about alarming Jean, for the blonde, too, was doing some new erotic maneuvering. Jean turned over onto her tummy. Her belly squirmed down against the mattress. One hand was safely trapped underneath her. Eileen was sure she knew what the fingers were doing… tickling the taut bud of the aroused clitoris. Her visitor's other hand reached around behind her. She fondled lewdly the tempting slit between her buttocks. Eileen could see that she was teasing the puckered brown hole of her sphincter.

"Uuuuuuhhhh!" Jean's cry expressed the passion of both excited women.

Outside the door, Eileen had pulled her jeans down over her sleek ass-cheeks to give herself lots of room to work in the slit of her wet greedy pussy. Her fingers teased ha clitoris for just a moment, then two fingers rammed deep up into her heated cunt.

A sense of honor would have dictated that she to go her room and leave Jean to her lust. But a sense of honor was not going to get in the way of Eileen's zesty enjoyment.

She was thrilled by the wanton self-abasement that she and Jean were sharing, unknown to Jean. The tiny brunette could not remember ever being so excited. The pleasure was soaring unchecked through her obscenely exposed belly. She writhed her ass round and round in large exaggerated motions, driving her cunt deeper onto her fingers, wrenching every ounce of satisfaction from the forbidden moment.

She watched fascinated as Jean's finger disappeared deep up into her clasping anus. The finger reappeared quickly. It gleamed with juices, and Eileen realized it was one of the fingers that Jean had had stuffed into her pussy a short while ago. A tremor ran through her as she realized the premeditation in her girlfriend's wanton scheme. She had even found a way to lubricate her asshole for the lascivious invasion!

As Eileen watched, Jean's finger moved more and more quickly. Her ass wriggled more and more impatiently. Eileen matched her own pace to the greedy blonde's. The harder she stroked her fingers into her cunt, keeping up with Jean, the more insistent grew the passion deep in her cunt. She was getting close to orgasm. The fires were burning high. But she wanted to satisfy an unnatural desire to wait for Jean.

Her cunt throbbed with remembered bliss as she finally fell asleep.

At the breakfast table the next morning, Eileen asked Jean if she had slept well.

"Like a baby, Eileen. I hope my snores didn't keep you awake. Todd tells me I snore when I drink."

Todd again. Eileen didn't want to hear about him. She told her friend that she too had slept like a log. No snoring had kept her awake.

She didn't let on what had.

Sunday night, Eileen took Jean to dinner at the Misty Waters Resort. She greeted Randy cordially when he came to clear their table, but she gave no indication of the special relationship that had developed between her and the teen. The teen was cool, too, though a couple of times Jean caught his big blue eyes looking at her. She knew he was asking when they would see each other again. As Jean was absorbed in her menu, Eileen smiled reassuringly at the teen and winked.

Their waiter was an older teen named Luke. Luke was not the kind of guy Eileen would ever invite to her cottage. He was confident with women. He didn't blush when she gave him a generous glimpse down her cleavage. But he was a good-looking guy, and Eileen enjoyed flirting with him, discreetly of course. He was still young enough to awaken pangs of longing in the brunette's lusty breast. Each time Luke returned to their table, Eileen found something to say to him. It was obvious that Luke found her very attractive. He gave the women excellent service. He visited their table to check on them whenever he had a free moment.