Bill Randolph: Naked wife next door

Blonde, blue-eyed Norma Quincy brushed her long, soft hair and studied herself in the dresser mirror. She had a critical eye but, for a woman three months from turning thirty, she concluded that she was in great shape. She turned and gazed at her bare ass and the backs of her thighs, pleased by the image reflected in the mirror. Norma was proud of her body, and made no apology for it.

She had just stepped from the shower and finished toweling herself dry as she stood before the mirror naked. She dabbed perfume between her huge, shapely tits and smiled at her reflection.

Even with her husband, Paul, out of town on business, she liked to keep herself looking as good as when he was home. It was, she mused, a good habit to form. A woman should always take pains to make herself look as good as possible. It was a primary ingredient, she felt, for keeping a marriage solid and affectionate.

She took the opportunity to study her tits closely as she thought about Paul. He loved her tits. After six years of marriage, her husband still fondled and sucked them eagerly everytime they fucked.

Norma's grin broadened as she automatically dabbed perfume over her cunt-bush and between her legs. Just thinking about the wonderful, passionate fucking she enjoyed with Paul made her wish he was home. By perfuming her pussy, she acknowledged she was playing a little game of pretend. Since her wedding night, perfuming her cunt-patch and between her legs had become a ritual just before fucking with Paul. Old habits, she thought with a soft chuckle, certainly die hard.

Reluctantly, Norma snapped herself out of her daydreaming and slipped on a pair of black bikini panties and a lacy half bra. The bra lifted her tits and made them bulge. The tip of her nipples showed. And that was another thing Paul liked. He loved to see her nipples peep out from the black lace.

She tied a robe around herself and padded down to the kitchen. She put on a pot of coffee and squeezed fresh orange juice. She had no plans for the day except to phone her two best friends and neighbors, then to tackle some house-cleaning chores.

When the coffee was ready, she poured herself a cup and sat down at the table to drink it. As she sipped the coffee, the doorbell rang. Norma clutched her robe around her and stepped to the front door.

She peeked out the window and saw Jerry standing on the porch. Jerry lived across the street and was married to Liz, one of Norma's two best friends. Liz and Norma had been childhood friends and now that they were both married and living so close to each other, it was only natural that their husbands would also become friends.

Suddenly, she remembered that last night Jerry had promised to drop by and fix the garbage disposal. It was so typical of the neighborhood and her friends. Since Paul was the only husband in the group who was frequently out of town, the neighbors were generous in helping Norma with such household problems.

She opened the door and Jerry walked in. He planted a casual, neighborly kiss on her lips.

"Start the clock, lady," he said. "This repairman gets paid by the hour."

She smiled. "Coffee?" she said as he moved to the sink.

"Sure," he said, placing his tool kit on the floor. He glanced toward her and his eyes riveted on her tits.

Norma giggled as she clutched her robe more tightly around her. "I can see you're still in your party mood, Jerry. I thought that this morning your hangover would put a damper on your flirting."

"Ah, Norma, how many times do I have to tell you that if Paul hadn't married you first, I'd dump Liz tomorrow?" he said.

Norma laughed casually. Jerry was a notorious flirt, but she never took him seriously. He flirted with all the women in the neighborhood. Last night at the little dinner party he and Liz had hosted, Jerry had been in rare form. Not only had he made innocent-enough passes at Norma, but he had also leered more than once at Tina. Tina was Norma's other best friend. She and Tina and Liz had been an inseparable threesome throughout their school days and, as Jerry now joked, their three-way friendship was destined to extend to the pave.

Tina and her husband, Clay, lived three blocks away. Norma smiled as she recalled how she and Liz had spent weeks coaxing and persuading Clay to buy the house so nearby. When he did, the three olds friends were within walking distance of each other's home and, with their husbands, formed the core of a tight-knit neighborhood.

"What's the matter?" Jerry said, his voice cutting into her thoughts. "You starting to lust for my body?"

Norma giggled. "Oh, Jerry, you're nuts," she said. "I was thinking."

Jerry gazed at her and deliberately raked his eyes up and down her body. "Thinking is one thing a lady with your body should never have to do."

Norma blushed and tied her robe more tightly. "Cut it out," she laughed, pouring him a cup of coffee. "You're beginning to embarrass me."

Jerry finally turned his attention to the disposal, and Norma excused herself. She went into the living room and dusted the furniture. She was as particular about the appearance of her home as she was about herself. Liz and Tina chided her about her rigid cleaning schedule, but in fact, Norma hated housework. She just organized the chores and stuck with a regular routine. The result was that her home always looked spotless.

"Problem solved," Jerry said as he strolled into the room and sat down on the sofa. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Go ahead, Jerry, and sit on the sofa," she said wryly.

She sat beside him and reached for her coffee. "Are you taking the day off?" she said.

"Yeah, I've been hitting it pretty hard lately," he responded. "I'm taking some vacation time."

"Good. I wish Paul would do that."

Jerry nodded, then glanced at her. "Must be rough with the old man on the road so much," he commented.

Norma shrugged and sipped her coffee. "We make up for it when he's home," she said with a wink. "I was about to call Liz and see if she wanted to do some shopping. But, with you off today, I better not horn in on you two."

"She's out, sol just saved you a phone call," Jerry grinned.

"Oh?"

He nodded. "She's at the dentist." He continued to gaze at her, his eyes lingering on the bulge of her tits beneath the robe. "You sure are easy to locate."

Norma laughed deep in her throat. She knew she had a sexy voice. It was husky and brassy. Paul used to say it made his balls crawl when she laughed her standard guttural chuckle. She could tell from Jerry's expression now that her chuckle was having a similar effect on him. She crossed her legs and her robe opened enough to reveal her tanned thighs.

"You're just horny, Jerry," she said. "Liz must've been too tired last night after the party to give you any."

His expression didn't change and he made no effort to leave. She felt slightly uncomfortable when she saw that he was openly staring at her cleavage. He grinned when their eyes met.

"Yeah, I could look at you all day," he whispered, moving closer to her on the sofa.

"Now, Jerry, lighten up, will you?" she said with a breathless giggle. But she felt a tingle between her legs and she shifted her weight on the cushion.

It dawned on her that Jerry was crossing the line between his usual flirting manner and getting serious. It struck her like a blow when she realized for sure that he was indeed coming on to her. Her heart began to race and her pulse pumped as she nervously sipped her coffee. This was crazy, she told herself. She'd never cheated on Paul in all the years of their marriage. But if she ever did, it certainly wouldn't be with the husband of one of her best friends. Surely, she was misreading Jerry's expression and his actions. He had to be flirting, as usual. He had to be.