Janet McCoy: The wife next door

Emma giggled like a girl. Her cunt throbbed expectantly against the cool leather of the chair. There was more she wanted to find out about herself this afternoon – like just how much she could take.

They fucked twice more before Bob left. By then it was five o'clock. Harry was expected home in a half hour.

Emma sang to herself as she showered and dressed in preparation for her husband's homecoming. She had found out what she wanted to know.

She could take a lot. She could have taken more, if it hadn't been for Harry. She didn't want him to know she had a lover. Not yet, anyway.

She masturbated herself to sleep that night, thinking of Bob and what he had taught her.

Helen and Sam lay side by side in bed. They had just made love and both were feeling flushed and refreshed. Sam was drawing luxuriously on a wine-dipped cigarillo. His redheaded wife lay with his cock in her hand, watching his face.

"Nothing like a good smoke after a good fuck. There's no one like you, baby."

"You either, Sam honey. I love your cock. I even get a tinge inside just from feeling it in the palm of my hand."

"Keep that up, girl, and you'll end up with a wet hand."

Suddenly Helen sat up in bed.

"What the hell's the matter with you?"

"I just remembered… the big news I was going to tell you when you got home."

"Jeez, it must be big. You look like the cat that just swallowed the canary."

"Not yet I haven't. But I'm hot on the trail. There was a big, good-looking salesman at Emma Tate's place this afternoon."

"So?"

"So he was there better than five hours. He could have shown her everything in Spiegel's for the last ten years in that amount of time!"

Sam's eyes narrowed with calculating comprehension. "So you think there was some funny business going on."

"Can't be sure, Sam. But when I dropped over there just before Harry got home, she looked like the cat that just swallowed the canary. And she had just had a shower."

"There's no law against showering in the afternoon, Helen. Inconclusive evidence."

"All I know is, if you want to keep a secret from your husband, you definitely have to shower in the afternoon."

"You should know about that. I noticed you never told me a thing about Ken Blake being here the other afternoon."

She looked astonished. "You know about that?"

"I came home early. But I discreetly left when I saw the car in the drive. Didn't want to interrupt anything."

She snuggled up against her husband and kissed his shoulder. "That was sweet of you, darling."

"Yeah, I know. I'm a great guy."

"You're not jealous, Sam?"

"Why would I be jealous? All I know is it's time I got some strange stuff of my own. It's been more than a week."

"My heart bleeds for you. Anyway, what do you think I've been telling you about Emma for? It looks like she may not be the little goody-goody we thought she was. Maybe we can make her a joint project. I've always loved her fat little ass myself."

Sam looked down at his wife and grinned. "It's not fat, baby. No, sir! It's just right!"

"I suppose you're going to say next I'm too scrawny for you!"

"Oh no, baby. She's the work horse. You're my thoroughbred."

Helen giggled. "Okay, Sam. Shall we make a plan?"

"On one condition."

"What's that?"

"First you have to suck my cock… for being a bad girl and not telling me about Ken."

"It's a fate worse than death, but I'll force myself."

Her mouth attacked his half-erect penis with relish. It was some time before they got down to making plans.

The chance to put their plan into action came on Saturday morning. Sam was out in the front yard pulling weeds when Harry came out to his car.

"Lucky stiff!" Harry called. "You get to enjoy yourself in your garden while I have to work!"

"On Saturday?"

"Yeah! I've got a meeting with my research group. I'll probably be lucky if I get home by midnight."

"Hey, that's tough luck, Harry old pal. But I know you. You'll love every minute of it."

"Once I get there, I probably will. But I'd have liked to spend the day with Emma. She gets lonely, I think, Sam."

"Don't worry, Harry. Helen and I will keep an eye on her."

"Thanks, Sam. You're a friend."

"See you later, Harry."

As Harry drove off, Sam rushed into the house to tell Helen the good news. "Break out the wine and get your twat wet, baby! There'll be a hot time in the old house today."

"What makes you think she'll even come?"

"Seriously, baby… Could any woman resist me when I lay on the charm?"

She smiled and threw her arms around him. "You're right, Sam. I'll make us a nice lunch while you're fetching her. And no taking samples before the main course!" She winked at him. He slapped her on the ass as she headed for the kitchen.

"Be right back, baby."

There was no answer the first time Sam rang the Tates' front doorbell. He waited impatiently for several minutes, then rang again, more insistently this time. At last he heard a fumbling on the latch.

"Why Sam… it's you." Emma looked flustered. She had a robe wrapped tightly around her. Automatically, she stepped aside to let Sam into the house.

"Emma, you look different. What the hell is it? I know! You're wearing makeup. Hey, it looks good! Damned good!"

Emma's cheeks flushed pink. "Why, thank you, Sam. I'm afraid I'm not quite together yet this morning." She looked apologetically down at her bathrobe.

"Emma baby, on you a dishrag would look good. In fact I'd love to see you in a dishrag."

Emma laughed. She liked Sam, although he sometimes made her nervous. He was so cocksure of himself.

"I'll probably thinking I just came over to ogle your tits. In fact, I have a mission, less interesting but more socially acceptable. How would you like to have lunch with Helen and me? I saw Harry and he said he'd be away all day. We'd love to have your company."

Emma looked indecisive. He reached out and tilted her chin so she was looking into his eyes. "Please come. Pretty please?" His boyish good looks, his dark shock of curls, made him look very appealing. If it hadn't been for his mustache, Sam could have passed for ten years younger than he was. With the mustache, he settled for five.

"Okay, Sam. That's really nice of you. I'll be over as soon as I get dressed."

"I'll wait for milady and escort her safely to the manor house."

"You don't have to…" Emma looked distressed, but she relented. "I'll be ready in five minutes."

Emma sighed as she changed her clothes in the bedroom. She had just been getting ready to give herself a nice orgasm. Now she would have to wait until after lunch. She consoled herself with the prospect of company. She had not been looking forward to another endless day alone.

"Phew!" Sam's whistle was appreciative as Emma emerged in a peek-a-boo halter top and a pair of clinging white duck slacks.

"Why thank you, m'Lord!" Emma was getting into the spirit of Sam's good humor. She pirouetted in front of him. "You like?" Her eyes looked boldly into his. She had never been able to do that with Sam before. It occurred to her she was becoming more comfortable with her newfound sexuality.

"I like." Their eyes locked, and they knew. Each knew their sexual interest was reciprocated in the other. Both experienced little tingles in their bellies.

Emma broke the spell. Helen was expecting them. This was no time to be playing goo-goo eyes. "Let's get going. I'm starving."

Sam followed her out the door. He watched the tight sway of her ass inside her pants. He realized it would be hard to concentrate on lunch with dessert staring him right in the face.

Lunch was fun for all of them. Sam kept the wine flowing. The women chatted like schoolgirls, with only occasional interruptions of wry humor from Sam. He was too busy watching and assessing to waste time talking.