Gale Roman - Swinging wife

While they waited for their food, Sally tried hard not to stare, but it was difficult. Several girls were in the bar dancing with the men and each other. Sally wondered if she would get up in public and dance with Lisa and decided that if there was one place she would dare to do this, it would be on Fire Island.

When their food came, Sally wolfed her hamburger down so quickly, Ralph couldn't help but comment on how hungry she was.

"I should think you'd be filled up by now," he said slyly, and Sally felt a hot flash between her legs.

But it was no longer for Ralph. One thing, Sally decided, she couldn't stand to do was to repeat herself in the same day with the same man! She canvassed the floor for a new conquest.

Just as she spotted a tall, blond man nude to the waist, the doors swung open and the gang from the house came in. Lisa's face was flushed and happy and she greeted Sally with a big hug.

"I can only stay for a drink," she said. "And then I think we'd better go."

Sally didn't really want to leave right there and then, but as she was riding in Lisa's car, she had no choice. Ed and Mike went to the bar and got the drinks before sitting down at the table. Sally watched them carefully to see how they related to Lisa. They seemed in as high spirits as she was, and Sally was pleased that her friend had had a good time.

They left a few minutes later, with kisses all around and Ralph offering to walk them to the ferry. Once again, Sally repeated her invitation to Ralph and he promised he would take her up on it.

As he watched the two girls waving from the departing ferry, he even thought that he might. Sally was a really beautiful chick and she sure as shit was a great fuck!

"Why didn't you come into the bedroom with us?" Lisa asked as they drove along the Long Island Expressway.

"I was too busy on the porch," Sally admitted. But she was curious all the same, having never been to bed with more than one person at a time. "What was it like?" she wanted to know.

Lisa's face split into a wide grin. "It was fantastic," she said. "I really wished you were there!"

"Maybe next time," Sally said.

Lisa was driving faster than usual and Sally knew she was anxious to get the kids back from her mother's before her husband got home. As for herself, Sally felt positively luxurious with the absence of her Bill. She had several more days left in which to amuse herself, and she departed from Lisa with promises to get together shortly. Lisa kissed her fondly on the cheek and Sally got out of the car.

At first she didn't notice the light on in the kitchen, as the kitchen was in the back. But when she went to stick her key in the door, she looked through the window with astonishment. A man, with his back to her, was helping himself to something in the refrigerator. At first Sally thought Bill had come home, but when the man turned to put a piece of watermelon down on the counter, she realized he was a stranger.

Sally freaked. Who could it possibly be, and what on earth was he doing in the house? She glanced quickly at the doorknob to see if it had been broken into. Though the door was slightly afar, it showed no signs of illegal entry. She pushed the door open and walked into the kitchen. The man still had his back to her and was now carrying the watermelon to the kitchen table. Sally saw that he was about her husband's age, over six feet tall with blond hair.

"Hello!" Sally said, taking the bull by the horns.

The man whirled, startled.

"Oh!" he said. "Hello!" And his eyes raked her up and down.

"Who are you?" Sally asked. "And what are you doing in my home?"

The man's face spread into a broad grin. "Don't go getting your balls in an uproar," he cautioned. "I'm a friend of Bill's. An old Army buddy actually, and he told me I could stand here."

His eyes took on an imploring look that went straight to Sally's heart, but she still wasn't convinced he was on the up and up.

"Really?" she asked coldly. "And where did you see my husband?"

"In Ohio," the man replied. "I'm Jason Hedges," he added extending a broad palm in her direction.

Sally didn't take his hand. A long time ago someone had told her a woman offered her hand to a gentleman, not the other way around.

"Look," Jason said. "I'm not a common thief, so why can't we just talk and be friends?"

Sally edged her way closer to the table. "I'm surprised Bill didn't let me know you were coming," she said.

"I guess that's my fault," Jason admitted. "I'm kinda down on my luck and there's a possibility I might get a construction job in these parts, so Bill gave me an extra key and told me to nuke myself at borne."

It was odd, but had Sally met Jason under any other circumstances, she would have been highly pleased. But the fact that he was a friend of her husband's didn't sit too well on her conscience.

"How do you know my husband?" Sally demanded.

"Bill and I were in the Army together," Jason said, taking a bite of his watermelon.

There was nothing intimidating about his behavior at all, and despite her better judgment, Sally began to relax.

"Here," Jason said, jumping up from the table and pulling out another chair. "Have a seat. Do you want some watermelon?"

Sally wasn't too thrilled being offered her own food, and she shook her head no.

"Don't worry," Jason said. "I'm not a free-loader. I intend to pay for my room and board as long as I'm here."

"And how long might that be?" Sally asked, lighting a cigarette. She peered coolly over the smoke as she exhaled.

Jason gave a short laugh. "Hard to say," he admitted. "But as soon as this job comes though, I'll be able to get a place of my own."

Sally wondered why he wasn't married. He was about Bill's age, and though their occupations were very different, she could see Bill hanging around with someone like Jason very easily.

"Excuse me," Sally said. "I've just come back from the beach and I'd like to change and shower."

She felt full of sand as well as cum and wanted to face this new prospect refreshed and with her wits about her.

"Go ahead," Jason said warmly. "I won't get in your way!"

His cheerful insolence was getting on Sally's nerves. Upstairs, standing under the hot spray of her shower, Sally wondered if perhaps Bill hadn't sent Jason back here to spy on her activities while he was away. It was such a real possibility, Sally had to fight down all her natural attraction to the handsome lawn. This, too, didn't make her feel too swift. But come what might, Sally was confident she would be able to handle this fresh twist to her suburban life.

Fran and Bill were riding back on the plane from Ohio. Bill put his hand on her thigh and gave a warm squeeze.

"You were dynamite!" he told her. "Just fucking wonderful!"

Fran smiled. "You weren't too bad yourself!" she told her account executive.

It was hard to tell whether either one was talking about the client meeting or the time they spent in bed! Actually, both of them were referring to both encounters.

Although Bill had expected a long series of meetings to convince the client to promote their new product, their presentation the first day had been so overwhelming, there was no further need to stay in Ohio. Bill was aware that Sally wasn't expecting him back for a while. He planned on spending more time with Fran in New York, if that were possible.

As for Fran, she was thrilled that the meeting had gone so well. It was another feather in her creative cap and Fran was at the stage in her career where these things could mean big bucks to her later on. Having Bill in her corner was an asset not to be treated too lightly and she had no intention of doing so.

Though Fran wasn't too keen on having an affair with a married man, she remembered the night they had had dinner with an old Army buddy of Bill's. The way Bill had talked to this man made Fran wonder exactly what the hell kind of marriage he had with Sally.