Janet McCoy: The wife_s new lovers

Looking closely at the site where Eileen's black curly pussy-hair melded with the teen's belly, Jean noted that there were only a few stray strands of blond hair around the base of the teen's cock. This fascinating observation took her mind off the morality of what was going on. It brought a new throb to her cunt. It took her hand back to her stiff little clitoral bud.

For a moment, Jean knew exactly what Eileen was doing there. She knew what it must be like to be with someone who was so trusting, so faithful, so free from deceit and selfish arrogance. Todd had been that way once. He had told her again and again that there would never be anyone but her.

But Todd was a man now. He took from his woman what he wanted of her and went on to the next. He didn't look at his lover with awed gratitude, the way the teen was doing to Eileen.

A man took what he expected from a woman.

Her thoughts about what was happening fell quick prey to the compelling realities of the situation. The moans of the illicit lovers grew more abandoned. Eileen was no longer warning the teen to be quiet. She was making as much noise as he was. There was no doubt that she was lost in her own private dream world, where nothing mattered but the moment's consuming sensuality.

Faster and faster, Jean's finger swirled round and round the tip of her blood-engorged clitoris. The little membrane was vibrating with the thrill of a shared depravity. She was milking her own excitement from the abandoned coupling of woman and young man… without their permission, without their knowledge. Her cunt ached in loneliness as she hungrily watched the fiery passion that leapt from her friend to her teen lover and back again. Jean felt an overwhelming desire to be part of that electricity, but she didn't dare yield to its force.

What would Eileen think if she knew her visitor was spying on her, was playing with her clitoris as she watched her gyrate over her teen lover's cock? Would she hate her for not having the decency to acknowledge her presence, or to leave them in peaceful lust? Jean didn't want Eileen to know how low she had sunk this night… yet she could not bring herself to break away. She had to watch!

Jean had always known Eileen was a beautiful woman, with her long, lustrous black hair and her tiny, richly sculpted body. But she had never felt the compelling power of that beauty until just this minute. The way she wiggled her cunt down onto the teen's cock reminded Jean of some kind of serpent – a beautiful serpent that entangle its victims in its strong love tendrils. Her cries of passion were almost other-worldly. The wanton abandon with which she twisted her body this way and that was a strong erotic message. Jean could feel the contagion of Eileen's lust permeating the air around her. Her own body tinged, as if she had been touched by Eileen.

Yet Jean could not condemn her friend. She knew how far her own lust could take her, causing her to fingerfuck herself in the asshole just to experience a moment's forgetful release. Jean had had a "proper" relationship with a man, yet where had it gotten her? She was hurt and rejected by her own husband, forced to live thousands of miles from home just to try to recuperate from the awful disappointment she had suffered.

How could she blame Eileen for trying to grab hold of something that was young and untainted, that was purely for the enjoying? As she stoked her fingers in and out of her heated pussy, Jean could almost imagine herself doing the same thing, just to get rid of the frustration deep inside. She could almost feel that hard slender cock working in and out, in and out.

It was then that the activity on the bed reached a feverish pitch. Eileen threw back her head of long hair and stared victoriously at the ceiling. She pumped her loins with amazing speed up and down over the teen's cock. "Oooohhh, my-y God-d-d! I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!"

The teen's look was one of total surprise. "Jeez, Miss Kerr! Me too! I'm cuming too! Uuhhhh!"

As Jean watched the final throes of climax, she could imagine the teen's thick creamy juices shooting deep into Eileen's hungry cunt. The thought of it set off an intense spasm in her clitoris. Then Jean too was cumming. It was a silent explosion, though no less intense for her self-imposed silence. Somehow her orgasm seemed even more wrenching than usual. Keeping the cries of ecstasy all pent up inside filled her to the brim with joy.

She stayed a little while longer to watch the tender way Eileen bent over the teen's soft cock and licked it clean of their combined juices. Again the watching blonde felt a lurch in her cunt. It was all so exciting… but so wrong. She mustn't watch any more!

She ran off to her room, where her dreams were as raunchy and forbidden as the lurid love play she had watched that evening!

"I've got to go into town for supplies this morning, Jean. Why don't you come along? I'll take you out for lunch."

"Thanks, Eileen, but I've got my head set on some sunning and swimming. I want to be really lazy today. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not you have a good time, lazybones. I'll probably be back around three."

Jean was relieved to have some time on her own. She still had not recovered from the incredible scene she had witnessed two nights before. Eileen with a teen lover! To look at her pretty, competent friend, it hardly seemed possible. But Jean could not deny what she had seen with her own eyes. Maybe after a day alone in the hot sun she could make some sense of what she saw as Eileen's depravity… and of the sympathetic lust that she had felt when she had watched the brunette with her young man.

She listened for the sound of Eileen's Jeep starting up. But instead the back door opened and her friend reappeared. "I forgot to tell you. One of the teens from the hotel is coming by to chop some wood for me. Just tell him to do whatever he feels like. I'll pay him the next time I'm down at Misty Waters."

Before she could stop herself, Jean started to tremble. She could only hope that Eileen didn't notice. "Oh…"

"What's the matter? It doesn't bother you that Randy is coming by, does it?" Eileen munched hungrily on a cookie.

"No… I just thought I'd be alone, that's all."

"Don't worry about Randy. He's a very sweet guy. He'll be so quiet you won't even know he's here. Except for the chopping, that is." Eileen giggled and waved a gay good-bye from the door. "See you later, Jean."

"Yeah… see you later."

Jean listened to the Jeep's engine roar and fade away. She stood motionless in the kitchen for a long time, trying to fathom what was about to happen. That guy – she was sure it would be the same one she had watched Eileen screw – would be here, alone, with her. The blonde tried to rationalize why the prospect frightened her so much.

Jean realized she did not trust herself alone with the handsome youth. After all she had seen… Eileen sucking his cock… Eileen recklessly riding his cock to raging climax… how could she not think of those things every time she looked at him? She knew her frustrated pussy was her own worst enemy at the moment.

She thought about taking the row boat out by herself. She thought about walking down to Misty Waters. She found an argument against every alternative. It would look strange if she did anything ambitious after saying she wanted to laze all day. The guy might leave without chopping the wood, and Eileen might get upset.

They seemed feeble excuses but she clung to them. She knew that some part of her was intrigued with the idea of putting herself to the supreme test. Within a few hours she would know for sure whether she could resist the depravity that Eileen had yielded to. She would know which part of her was in charge: her intellect or her libido.