Janet McCoy - The wife next door

She felt an overwhelming joy to know her true education had begun!

The rhythmic rocking of Helen's hips was driving both women over the hump to forgetfulness. They were both immersed in the spell of their contagious eroticism. Both felt an incredible greed. They wanted to grasp hold of it – that promise that lurked just in front of them. That elusive thunderbolt.

It struck both of them simultaneously. Their pussies seemed to make just the right connection. Their clits exploded with sensation.

"Oooooohhh! I'm cumming, Helen!"

"Uuuuhh, Jee-zuz! So am I, darling! Ohh, it's soo good, soooo good!"

Sam couldn't believe his eyes. The sheer erotic spectacle of watching two women make each other cum was overwhelming. He had to fuck! His cock was swollen with passion!

Gently, he rolled his wife over onto her back, so she lay side by side with Emma. Then he poised himself, missionary-style, between Emma's legs and shoved forward. His cock found her cunt with no trouble.

"Mmmmm… aaaaaaiiieeeee! Uh, uh, uh!" Emma felt that she had lost all control over her sexual responses. Never in her life had she been anywhere near this excited. It was like an overload of prurient inspiration. First to cum from fucking a girl. Now to have a hard thick cock shoved up into her pussy before she had even had a chance to bounce back from her orgasm.

She didn't know what was happening to her body. But she knew she liked it. If there was a heaven for fuckers, Emma had just arrived.

"Oohh, Sam honey! You're fucking her so good!" Sam looked over at his wife's eyes, glazed with lust. She was watching his cock drive in and out of Emma's cunt with unconcealed envy. Sam had no trouble deciding what to do about that. He pulled out of Emma. "Be right back, baby." He shoved his cock deep into Helen's waiting pussy-hole and gave her several long, hard thrusts of his pulsing cock. Before Emma had even had a chance to miss him, he was back inside her pussy.

The maneuver involved a lot of exercise for Sam, but he felt the results were well worth the labor. It was intensely exciting to be fucking two beautiful women at once. Especially when both were so appreciative. Both wailed like coyotes while he was fucking them, then looked on with undisguised lust while her friend was getting his cock.

"Ooooohhh! Sam darling, your cock is so good in me. Jee-zuz, you're making me cum, Sammy!" Helen was never able to resist her husband for long when he screwed her with this kind of energy. She just seemed to cum and cum and cum. Her pussy became a bottomless pit of need.

When next Sam penetrated Emma, she too came. "Uuuuuuhhh! God, Sam, you're good! Uuuuuuhh… ooohhhh, I'm cummmmm-ing-g-g!" Emma was reveling in the unabashed depravity of lying side by side with her friend, taking their mutual sexual pleasure from her friend's husband's penis. Her body was pure greedy response. She loved Sam and Helen. And more than anything, she plain loved to fuck.

At last the exertion of satisfying the two women became too much for Sam. He spilled his load deep into Emma's craving pussy. "Hhnnhh, it's good in there, baby!"

All three of the orgiasts cuddled up in a close ball while they recovered for the fury of their coupling. Helen was the first to get up and fetch them a fresh bottle of wine from the refrigerator.

"More wine?" Emma exclaimed.

"The fun's only beginning, baby! We've got to keep our strength up!"

Emma looked skeptically at Sam. Then her cunt began to tingle in response to the promise in his eyes. Sam wasn't kidding.

The two women stroked him while they all three made themselves comfortable, relaxing between rounds.

"Why don't you tell us about that cute salesman who was at your house on Thursday?" Helen suggested.

Emma blushed. She hadn't realized anyone would catch on to the car in front of her house for five hours. "There's nothing really to say."

"Hey, you're hedging. If I was alone with a hunk of meat like that all afternoon there's no way he'd get away unscathed."

"Go easy on the girl, Helen. Obviously she doesn't want to talk about it."

"Why not? I'm sharing my man with her, aren't I?"

"Helen! Stop being a cunt!"

The redhead softened, patted Emma on the ass. "He's right! I'm being a real shit, honey! Forgive me!"

"Sure, Helen."

It took a while, but Emma did forget about the other woman's display of peevishness. Her memory of it died in the heat of theft next round of lovemaking.

Harry's breakfast was on the table when he came down. Emma was in a hurry to get him out of the house. She was expecting company, and she wanted to have lots of time to get ready for it. She wanted to look her best.

Harry sat down at the table with his briefcase next to him. Emma was surprised to find him actually looking at her over his meal. It was unusual to see him at breakfast without his nose buried in a book or some papers.

"Anything wrong, Harry?" she asked.

"No, nothing's wrong, Emma. Not that I could put my finger on, anyway. It's just that you've been kind of different lately."

"Different? How?"

"Oh, I don't know. Happier. Less grouchy. More self-sufficient, I guess. You haven't bugged me about anything for weeks now."

Emma's eyebrows arched in amusement. "Is that bad, Harry?"

"No… no, of course, it's not bad, honey. I was just wondering what had caused it, that's all."

"Well, Harry… I just took a good long look at myself. And I decided I'd been putting too many heavy expectations on you. I'm a grown woman. I can amuse myself, without depending on you to be with me all the time. I don't even mind if you read at the table any more."

"Did you take up a hobby or sign up for a course, like I suggested?"

"No, not exactly, Harry. I just decided to get out of the house more I've been spending a lot of time with Helen next door. She's a lot of fun."

Harry looked a little uncomfortable, but he said nothing more. He finished his breakfast and gathered up his raincoat and briefcase. His good-bye kiss to his wife was unusually fervent.

"Good-bye, honey."

"Good-bye, Harry."

He noticed with a touch of sadness that she didn't watch his car pull out of the drive the way she used to do.

Helen Robbins did watch his car pull out of the driveway. Sam had already left for work, and Helen was drinking her morning coffee in front of the picture window. She thought Harry looked even more preoccupied than usual as he fumbled in his pockets for his car keys.

"Poor Harry," she murmured. In the last few weeks, she had watched Harry's wife break out of her shell, while Harry remained blindly unaware of Emma's promiscuity. Emma had made Helen her confidante, so Helen knew all about the drycleaner's deliveryman and the lawyer Emma had met in an elevator. And Bob Cranach, who remained Emma's favorite.

Emma still had not offered to share Bob with Helen, often as she had been with Helen's husband. Helen was a bit miffed about that.

Helen went back to the kitchen to pour herself a third cup of coffee. When she returned, there was a change in front of the Tate house. The bright blue sedan with H.H.H. boldly printed on the side was back. Helen's mind started working furiously. "This time I think I'll go right in and demand my share," she said vehemently to the empty room. Singing to herself, she went into the bathroom to take a shower.

By the time Helen was ready to strike, a half-hour had passed. She went out the back door and passed through the alley to the Tates' backyard. To her delight, she found the door unlatched. Feeling naughty as a schoolgirl, she tiptoed into the house and followed her ears to the bedroom.

"Mmmmmm! Oooooohh, Bob!" Emma was wearing a long robe pushed up to her waist to bare her ass. She was standing facing the dresser mirror, head forward, ass up. Bob Cranach's slick cock was sawing steadily in and out of her upturned pussy. He was naked.