Janet McCoy: The wife next door

Helen's first interest was admiring the big man's well muscled frame and handsome mustached face. What a hunk, she thought lasciviously. Her pussy-lips throbbed at the sight of his strong ass-muscles clenching and unclenching with his powerful fucking strokes.

"Mmmmmm, Emma… you've got such a nice twat, baby! I just love fucking you!"

His words seemed to stimulate Emma. She looked at her handsome lover in the mirror and smiled a slow, sultry smile. "Oh, Bob, you're so good! My pussy feels so wonderful!"

Helen had fallen to her knees outside the bedroom door, to avoid being seen. She looked carefully around the doorsill. The sight of Bob's long thick cock sliding in and out of Emma's cunt mesmerized her. Her own cunt ached. She wanted that turgid prick spreading her pussy-lips wide.

"Uuuuuhhh!" Bob's hands gripped Emma's ass firmly and pulled her hard back onto his swollen cock-shaft. He moved her faster and faster, the intensity of his rhythm betraying the intensity of his lust. "Shit, baby, your cunt grips me so tight! You feel just like a virgin!"

She smiled coyly at him in the mirror. "I was a virgin till I met you, Bob. At least, I didn't know till then how good my body could feel. You really do it to me, baby."

Helen was beginning to understand why Emma had been so reluctant to share Bob with her. He was a real he-man. It would be hard to settle for less than all of him. Helen suspected, from the way Emma looked at him, that the younger woman had a crush on Bob.

That's playing with fire, she thought. I'll be doing her and Harry a favor if I horn in a little on this cozy twosome. She was determined to, get in on the act in the bedroom. But delicacy demanded she wait until they had gotten their rocks off.

"Oh, Bob! Bob, darling! Fuck meeeee!" Emma's excitement was becoming visibly more intense. Her face in the mirror was distorted. Her eyes were wide and pleading, as though something was happening to her that she didn't quite understand. As though she were powerless to resist the erotic spasms in her half-clad body.

"Oh yeah! Yeah, I'll fuck you, baby! It feels so good! Uuuuuuhh!"

Bob's rhythm had become fitful, staccato-like. It was apparent he was somewhere on the plateau of ecstasy himself. To the watching Helen, it seemed his big cock had grown even bigger. She watched it glisten lewdly on every rough outstroke.

Goddamn it, you two… hurry up! she thought lustfully. She could hardly wait to join the party. When it came to getting what she wanted, Helen was ruthless. She wanted Bob, and nothing was going to keep her from him.

"Bob… Ohhh, Bob! You're making me cum, darling!" Emma's ass ground back against his loins as her orgasm swept over her. Her face was wreathed in a broad, relaxed grin. She had what she wanted.

"Uuuuhh, jeez! I can feel your cunt clenching… aahhhh, I'm cumming, Emma!" Bob slammed his loins against Emma's ass and held her fast while his cock spurted her full of jism.

Slowly the two lovers began to recover their senses. They both spotted the image in the minor at the same time.

"Helen! What are you doing here?" It was obvious Emma was annoyed.

Helen smiled confidently at the cum-streaked pair. "The back door was open and I thought I'd just let myself in. Besides, I've been wanting to meet your friend Bob for a long time." She walked up to the tall blond man and stroked his shoulder. "Hi, Bob. I'm Helen."

Bob grinned at the tall, attractive redhead. His face betrayed confusion, but it was obvious he was willing to play along with whatever was happening.

"Glad to meet you, Helen. You'll excuse my appearance, but we weren't expecting company." His smile melted Helen. She seemed unable to let go of his arm.

"Helen, I… I… what do you want?" Emma was in an uncomfortable position. She didn't welcome her girl friend's presence at the moment. She wanted to be alone with Bob. But she couldn't honestly scold Helen for spying on her, not after the way she had watched Helen with her friend Ken weeks ago. She decided to try to steer them all into the living room. She didn't want an orgy with Helen and Bob. He was hers! She was tempted to brush Helen's arm away from Bob's.

"Just some company, Emma. I'm your friend, remember?"

"Sure, Helen." Emma sighed and pulled down her robe. "Okay, why don't we all go out and have some coffee and cake?"

Helen's hands were becoming bolder now. She was stroking Bob's chest and back. He didn't know whether to encourage or discourage her. He didn't want to alienate Emma, but he was very attracted to the redhead. His cock was beginning to throb at the thought of stuffing her.

"You certainly are a handsome man, Bob. So strong. So much energy, too. I just saw that." Helen winked suggestively at the grinning man.

"You're very kind, Helen. May I say you are a very attractive woman. And any friend of Emma's is a friend of mine." He returned the wink covertly, with the eye Emma couldn't see.

"Hey, you two! Come on, let's go into the living room. I'm dying for a cup of coffee." Emma was rubbing her hands together nervously, like an ineffectual schoolmistress with an ornery class.

Helen was stroking Bob's ass muscles now. She bit her lip passionately as she squeezed them. "Mmmmm, nice. I've got a better idea, Emma." Her eyes never left Bob's face. "Why don't we all go to bed instead?"

Bob looked at Emma hopefully. His cock was getting stiffer by the minute. The idea of having both beauties in bed at once turned him on. He looked at Emma. "What do you say, honey? How's about it?"

The brunette felt powerless to resist the obvious enthusiasm in Bob's face. After all, she didn't own him. He was just someone who came by from time to time. She was angry with Helen, though. Never had the redhead's boldness been more initiating to her.

"Come on, Emma. It's not as if I've never shared with you."

Annoying as it was, Helen's argument had validity. Emma had enjoyed many exciting fucks with Helen and her husband. But that was different. Sam had actively sought her cunt. Bob would never have known Helen existed if she hadn't barged in like this. Emma would have seen to that.

"Okay, you guys. I'm not your keeper. Whatever turns you on…" She shrugged her shoulders and sat on her vanity bench. She hoped her obvious reluctance would cool the others' ardor.

It didn't work. Helen had her clothes off in a flash, and she and Bob collapsed full-length onto the bed together. Their mouths locked in a passionate lingual search.

"Mmmmm."

"God, you taste good."

They lay on their sides, pressed together, their hands hurriedly exploring each other. For just a moment, Bob looked down over the foot of the bed toward Emma. "Come on, Emma. You're part of this party too, baby."

Emma was dumbstruck. She had just been given a rude shock about her role in Bob's life. Somehow, though he was only a part-time entertainment for her, she expected to be the only woman in his life. Or, rather, wanted to be. Seeing him now wrapped passionately in the arms of another woman reminded her of the realities of their relationship. He came to see her because he liked to fuck her. That was that. What else could she have expected?

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but Emma couldn't deny the justice of it. She had built a little fantasy-world around their times together. It was time to break the spell.

She began to take more interest in what was going on on the bed. She had a clear view up between their legs as far as their genitals. She could see Bob's stiff cock prodding against Helen's cunt-slit.

"Oh God! Stick it in me! I'm so hot!" Helen's voice shook with excitement. She tried to reach down and take hold of his cock, but he stopped her. Obviously, he wanted to do the job himself. He guided his prick in between her cunt-lips and shoved hard.