Bill Randolph - Naked wife next door

As for Tina, Norma had to wonder if she realized her Clay, the father of their children, was fucking around on the sly. Norma felt like the spy who knew all the secrets, and the feeling was disturbing. These were her best friends, and she suddenly felt as if she didn't really know them at all.

The long lunch finally broke up when Tina had to dash off to pick up her children at school, Liz lingered for another glass of wine, then she too left, saying she had a beauty shop appointment to keep. Norma couldn't help wondering if Liz was really meeting Jerry. Or, perhaps, she was hurrying off to meet another man.

Finally, Norma was sitting all alone, gazing out at the busy traffic, her mind wandering. Was she depressed because Liz hadn't shared her secret love affair with her? After all, hadn't they always traded secrets? Why had Liz not told her about the affair with Clay Harris? The questions plagued Norma even after she accepted the fact that Liz obviously didn't trust her with such delicate information. Perhaps Liz was afraid Norma would tell Tina about it. Her mind reeled with the questions until a man's voice broke into her thoughts.

"May I join you?" the voice said.

Norma glanced up and saw a smiling, handsome man in his mid-thirties. He was wearing a conservative business suit. The trimmed mustache covering his upper lip matched the sandy-blond hair on his head, and his brown eyes twinkled with alert mischief as he openly appraised her.

"Why not?" Norma said.

"My name's Wayne," he said, puffing out a chair and sitting across the table from her. "Care for another bottle of wine?"

"No thanks. I'm already feeling the two gasses I had with lunch," Norma said. "I'm not used to downtown lunches and bottomless wine bottles. I'm Norma."

He extended his hand and winked at her. "Forgive me, but I don't usually table hop and offer to buy ladies bottles of wine. Of course, I don't usually see such a beautiful lady sitting alone and looking so sad."

Norma smiled. This guy was as smooth as his looks, she thought. And that wasn't so bad. She quickly decided there wouldn't be any harm in sharing some wine with him. He seemed like a pleasant man, and he certainly was handsome.

They chatted until the waitress brought more wine and another glass. Wayne told her he was a businessman from Tampa and had been admiring her from a nearby table.

"You and your friends were having a good time," he said. "I'm afraid I couldn't take my eyes off you."

"That's very flattering, but I'm sure you enjoyed watching my friends as much as anything. They are quite lovely."

"I hardly noticed them," he said. "You were the prettiest woman in the place. I couldn't believe my good luck when your friends left and you stayed. Sort of like destiny, you know?"

"I'm embarrassed," Norma said, sipping her wine.

"What I want to know is, are you about to rush off somewhere and shatter all my hopes of getting to know you better?" he said, moving his chair closer to Norma's.

"Now I'm really embarrassed," Norma said. "Don't be," Wayne said, "Unless, of course, you want to drive me even crazier."

"I don't understand."

"It's simple," he said. "You're the sexiest lady I've ever seen. And when you blush, you're even sexier."

She gazed down at her wine glass and bit her lip. "That's just because you're lonesome, away from home and you probably miss your wife."

"Hey, it sounds like you understand lots of things," he said. "I bet your husband travels in his business. That right?"

Norma nodded. "Yes, and I know what it's like to be alone most of the time."

He toyed with the stem of his wine glass and their fingers accidentally touched. "I'm not kidding about you," he said softly. "I think you're one gorgeous, sexy lady."

"My friends are just as pretty. You'd be saying that to one of them if I had left early."

"Not true," he said, taking her hand and turning it over to gaze at her palm.

She pulled her hand away. "I really must go now," she said.

"Not yet," he said, his voice insistent. "It's late," she said, pushing away from the table. She glanced around the cafe. There was only one other couple occupying a distant table.

Suddenly, Wayne grabbed her hand and held it tightly as she stared at him. "Reconsider," he said. "You won't be sorry."

"Listen, it's been nice, but I really do have to going."

"If you leave, I'll probably throw myself out into the sheet, right in front of a big, speeding truck," he said, his brown eyes dancing and twinkling with amusement. "Do you want that on your soul?"

She leaned back in her chair and giggled. "All right. You win," she said weakly.

He ordered more wine and by the time they finished it, Norma was feeling quite a buzz. This time when Wayne took her hand, he turned it palm up and kissed it.

"I'm really very turned on by you," he whispered.

"I'm glad," she smiled.

"I'm staying at a motel not far from here," he said, nibbling her fingertips with his lips.

"But I'm a married woman," she said as her heart pounded and her pulse raced.

"Congratulations," he chided. "I still think you're perfect."

"I don't know if I should," she breathed. "You're a stranger. I don't really know anything about you."

"If I told you I was a rapist who chopped up his victims, would you believe me?" he said, smiling and winking. "Listen, we've got the right to give each other a little pleasure. No one gets hurt, and we share a little happiness. What's the crime?"

His soft words made sense to her. Besides, wasn't this what she had in mind the day young Bobby Roberts sidetracked her? This was even better than she had expected. Wayne was handsome, charming and apparently very capable of soothing a passionate woman's needs. She found herself thinking he was right.

Everything became a blur after that…

The next thing she knew, they were in a motel room and Wayne was kissing her. His mouth and lips were covering her face and neck and his hands were busy exploring her back and shoulders.

"Please be gentle," she whispered as he held her tightly.

"I wouldn't dream of hurting you, honey," he said. "You're like a beautiful, delicate flower."

The familiar tingling in her pussy and tits began. She'd been turned on at the cafe, but now this man was making her blood boil as lust raged throughout her body.

"Let's get undressed," he murmured in her ear, releasing her from the intimate embrace.

Norma hesitated a moment. She would have preferred it if he had taken the lead and stripped her. That way she wouldn't have had the responsibility for what was sure to follow. She could always reason he had overpowered her and taken her. But when she gazed at him and saw how nice his body was, it didn't matter. She grazed her fingertips over his chest and felt herself tremble.

"You like what you see so far, don't you?" he said.

She smiled. "Sure of yourself, aren't you?" she retorted.

She slipped off her shoes. He placed his shirt neatly on a chair. He smiled at her, then leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. Sparks flew immediately and what began as a light kiss evolved into one of hot passion.

In a moment they were breathing hard and an urgency had engulfed them. Norma's lips parted and they kissed again and again. When they finally broke apart, Wayne gazed at her and licked his lips.

"I bet you do everything as well as you kiss," he said.

Norma's knees felt like jelly. "You inspire me to do my best," she said.

She quickly stripped and when she was stepping out of her panties, she heard the rustling of Wayne's clothes as he undressed.

Then, there was no more hesitation. They turned to each other and embraced. He grabbed her asscheeks in his hands and squeezed them as they French-kissed. Their tongues tangled and they panted with arousal.