Janet McCoy: The wife_s new lovers

Eileen noticed that Jean did not seem to be comfortable with the friendliness she showed toward the teen. "Is there something you don't like about our waiter, Jean?"

"No, of course not. He seems very nice, and he does his job very well. It's just that… well, he reminds me of Todd; the way he was when I first met him. I don't think I could ever trust anyone like that again."

"Does that mean you're through with Todd?" Eileen asked. She realized she was probably acting just a little too excited at the prospect.

"I don't know, Eileen. I just don't know. But I wish you wouldn't be quite so friendly with… that guy. You almost act as if you… well, as if you think he's attractive."

"Of course he's attractive. All the guys they hire here are attractive. I try to be friendly with all the summer people. There's nothing weird about that, is there?" Eileen was feeling hostile. She didn't like the suggestion of criticism in Jean's voice.

Jean tried to soothe her friend. "I'm sorry, Eileen. I must be getting obnoxious. It's just that… I guess I'm missing Todd."

Eileen patted her friend's head. Since the time she had watched Jean playing with herself, it was impossible for Eileen to touch her without feeling a jolt of desire. She felt that now. It destroyed her anger. She saw Jean watching Luke move from one task to another. There was a wistful sadness on her face.

The brunette realized it would be foolhardy of her to confide her passion to Jean, at least at this time. The younger woman was too sensitive on the subject Eileen would have to keep he passion to herself.

But she was too horny to wait any longer for another rendezvous with Randy. Before they left the restaurant, she managed to slip the teen a note: "Come by the cottage at two tonight. Wait for me to let you in. Every minute will seem an eternity. Love, E."

As soon as they got back to her cottage, Eileen told Jean she was going to have to make an early night of it, Jean said she was tired too. They parted company for their own rooms.

As two o'clock approached, Eileen stole down to Jean's room, to make sure her friend was asleep. She didn't want any interruptions once Randy arrived. The light was off and Eileen could hear the reassuring sound of Jean's deep breathing. The door was open slightly and she could see the motionless form of her visitor's body under the covers. Satisfied with her precautions, she went to the front door to wait for Randy.

Jean was in that hazy place between sleeping and waking. She heard the tiptoeing sounds of her girlfriend out in the hall. At first the sound had alarmed her and she feigned sleep noises, to be sure any intruder would think she was unaware of his presence. When the tiptoeing receded back the way it had come, she realized it must have been Eileen. Perhaps her friend was having trouble sleeping and was looking for company.

The young blonde lay indecisive in the bed for several minutes. At times she was on the verge of falling asleep. Then she remembered about Eileen, restless and prowling the house alone. She should go talk to her friend. She wanted to explain about her moodiness at the restaurant. Eileen must think she was a ninny, picking at her for showing normal friendliness to a young waiter. The thought of Eileen turning against her panicked her. At the moment, Eileen was all she had in the world.

Determined now to make her pilgrimage across the cabin to Eileen's room, she slipped a robe over her thin nightie and padded down the hall in her fuzzy slippers. She half-expected to find Eileen in kitchen, making same warm milk, the way they had done when they were kids spending the night together.

But Eileen was not there. She was in her bedroom. The light shining under the door said she was up. The sound of voices stopped Jean's arm, just as she was about to knock.

"Randy darling. I'm so glad you could come. I've been so hungry for you. I couldn't have waited another minute. Mmmmmm…"

"Gee, Miss Kerr! That's fantastic… uuuuuhhh!"

A cold chill ran down Jean's spine. It had never occurred to her that Eileen might have a lover in the neighborhood. She was going to go away and leave them in peace, jealous that her friend was enjoying a pleasure denied to her.

Then she began to wonder. Why would her lover call Eileen "Miss Kerr"? The voice sounded very young, but surely it couldn't be…

"Uh jee-zuz, Miss Kerr! You sure know how to suck cock!"

At one and the same time, Jean experienced a thrill of shock in her spine, and a jolt of lust in her pussy. Eileen was sucking the cock of… someone.

The lewd question was too intriguing for Jean to pass up. She had to know exactly what was going on in there. She could hear Eileen quieting her visitor, warning him that he must be careful not to awaken her friend. Eileen was vigilant. Jean didn't dare open the door even a crack. Quickly she hastened from the cottage and around to Eileen's bedroom window. The thin curtains hid little.

There it was! The depravity Jean had expected, yet had been unable to believe.

Her friend Eileen was kneeling naked over her lover, his hard cock appearing from and disappearing into her mouth. Her lover too was naked. And from the looks of him, Jean was sure he couldn't be more than eighteen at the very most.

As he tossed his head passionately from side to side, Jean found herself thinking she knew him from somewhere. It seemed impossible. Whom did she know here? Then she remembered! The busboy who had cleared their table in the restaurant tonight!

"My God!" she whispered in a voice that trembled. Her own head moved up and down as she watched Eileen's head bob over the teen's turgid cock. She could almost imagine how that slender rubbery cock would feel, driving to the back of her throat. She could almost imagine it was her own tongue swirling round and round the bloated tip.

Suddenly the blonde shook her head violently, trying to shake herself free of the lusty thoughts and feelings that were rapidly taking over her senses. It seemed wrong to be spying on her best friend like this, no matter what kind of depravity her friend was indulging in.

But her moral qualms were only intellectual responses to the situation. Her physical responses were stronger and more compelling. Her cunt was throbbing under her nightclothes. Her whole body was shaking at the sheer lurid idea of seducing a teenager.

Jean could almost sense the exultant power Eileen was feeling as the older woman straddled her teen lover's loins and slowly wiggled her pussy down onto his upthrusting cock.

"Uuuuuuhhh!" Eileen's cries of pleasure sent hot jabs of sympathetic arousal throughout the watching blonde's belly. She felt her cunt-walls spasm as though to try to grab hold of the young cock that wasn't there. Jean was a woman with a powerful sex drive. Living with Todd had forced her to try to pace herself. She tried not to jack off too often. She didn't want to become a pervert.

The other night she had given herself a resounding orgasm by fingerfucking herself in the ass. She had been awed then by the force of her own depraved need. She had vowed she would not masturbate again for at least a week. But watching Eileen was making her so hot. Her cunt was crying for cock. Because she had no cock to give it, she could only offer the next best thing: her finger!

As Eileen rode up and clown the stiff shaft of the moaning teen's cock, Jean pulled up her night clothes and reached for the swollen button of her clitoris. The first contact of finger against the sensitized nubbin made Jean's knees begin to buckle. She grabbed at the windowsill for support, horrified that she might fall down and give away her presence outside the lovers window.

She managed to catch herself just in time. A jolt of shame shook her. She should go inside! What was she doing participating this way in her friend's debauchery?