Janet McCoy - The wife next door

"Oooooohhhh! Ooooooooh Gaw-w-w-d! It's wonderful!" Her pussy pushed forward, swallowing all of his rigid hardness it could get. They began to move back and forth in opposing rhythm. His cock glistened with her juices, formed a lewd bridge between them on each outstroke.

The sigh had a pronounced effect on Emma. Her hostility and disappointment forgotten, she got up from the bench and crawled up onto the end of the bed, to get a closer look at their energetic fucking.

It was incredibly thrilling to watch a man she had been intimate with fucking somebody else. She watched his ass clench and thrust forward, and she remembered how it felt when he rammed his cock into her. She could almost pretend he was fucking her, while she was able to watch the whole thing from a distance. She noticed Helen and Bob glancing at her, to see if she was disturbed by what was happening. She searched herself to be sure she wasn't. She found nothing but erotic excitement inside. The battle against her own jealousy had been fought and won.

"Fuck her, Bob! It looks so sexy, darling! Fuck her good! Show her what a good man you are!"

The couple seemed to be more comfortable once they knew Emma was not jealous. Their movements became more frantic. Helen's moans grew wilder, louder.

"Oooooohhh! Jee-zuz! God, I'm cumming!"

"Look out! Me too!"

Emma's cum-soaked cunt flared with new arousal as she watched her girl friend and her lover climaxing together. Now, more than anything she wanted Bob's cock inside her again. She realized she would have to wait. Cocks weren't like balloons. They needed some rest in between inflation's. In the meantime, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. As Bob and Helen drew apart, Emma forced her way in between them. She sat on Bob's shoulders and bent her head toward his flaccid cock. She began to lick it, then she took the whole thing into her mouth and sucked. The taste of the mingled juices on his soft prick was like an aphrodisiac to Emma. She wriggled her ass suggestively backward. It wasn't long before Bob got the idea.

"Aaaggghhhh! Oh yes, lick my pussy for me!" While the big man ran his tongue up and down over her pussy-slit, Emma sucked and licked his cock. She loved the feel of its soft texture in her mouth.

"God, you two are incredible!" Helen was kneeling on all fours now, her head bobbing from side to side as she drank in the lewd sixty-nine before her. "Ohhh, it's so sexy, darlings!"

Emma smiled to herself as she recalled the day she had spied on Helen while she performed sixty-nine with her boyfriend Ken. She got a lewd tingle out of listening to the redhead getting turned on by her promiscuity.

"I love the taste of your cunt, Emma!" Bob exclaimed. He was also enjoying the pungent-flavor of his cum on her pussy. There was something wonderfully depraved about sucking on his own cum.

"Oooohhh, lick my clit, Bobby!" Emma squirmed her cunt down against the salesman's face while she made liquid love to his cock. Already her handiwork was yielding results. His penis was growing steadily inside her mouth, so that now it was an effort for her to get all of it inside. "Mmmmmmphh!"

Bob's mouth felt awfully good on her cunt, but what Emma really wanted right now was his cock. It was a matter of proprietary rights, she knew. It was getting her own back from Helen. She pulled her cunt away from his mouth and lowered it onto his stiffening prick. She was riding him, facing his feet. The position was new and titillating to her. "God, your cock feels good up in here, baby!" she told him obscenely. She was ready to ride him for all he was worth now.

"Hey, Emma honey! That's sexy!" Helen approved totally of what Emma was doing. Her friend had made room for Helen to join the fun. She knelt astride Bob's head, facing Emma's back. "Lick my pussy, baby!" she coaxed the big man.

Emma looked back over her shoulder at the lust-inspiring sight of the naked Helen riding Bob's tongue. This was a new kind of lascivious teamwork. She wondered how Bob was enjoying the thrill of satisfying two women at once.

"Mmmmmm! Uuuuhhh!" was all the sound that escaped the man's lips. Helen was working her cunt so energetically over his mouth he didn't have room or time for more coherent words.

Bob's full-swollen cock was massaging the inside of Emma's clasping cunt with devastating effect. Her eyes were half closed. Her entire body was quivering with excitement. She could see herself and Helen in the dresser mirror in front of her. They made a lewd tandem, riding their man built for two.

"Hhnnnhhh! My cunt's on fire!" she moaned. Before she knew what was happening, she was cumming for the second time that day. It took Helen and Bob a little longer, but they followed close behind her.

"Uuuuuuhhh!"

"Bob! Oh, Bob! Lick my clit! AAAggghhhh!" All three felt better about what was happening between them once they had enjoyed their three-way climax. It was a game now, for all of them. It was fun.

They enjoyed it so well, they played another round and another…

"If only Harry would get interested in some other women, then I could quit worrying about him."

Helen and Emma were having morning coffee in Helen's kitchen. Emma had seemed preoccupied, and Helen had goaded her into letting go of what was bothering her.

"What makes you think you have to worry about Harry anyway, honey? He's got his work, which he's crazy about. You've always complained he spends most of his time thinking about that, anyway."

"I know, Helen. But he's been different lately. He's been trying extra hard to be nice to me. I think he senses that I don't need him as much as I used to, and it worries him."

"That's not really your problem, you know, Emma. You've become the kind of wife he wanted. If he can't handle it, he'll just have to work it out."

"That's easy to say if you're on the outside looking in. But I love Harry. Really I do. He depends on me so much… for sex, for instance."

"Ah-hah! Now we get down to it!"

"Well… I've just been so busy lately. I don't always feel like Harry's jump-on, jump-off when he feels like me."

"Maybe you've just outgrown each other."

"Don't say that, Helen. It's scary."

"I know, honey. You've never been out on your own. The idea is kind of scary. But you shouldn't stay with someone just out of fear of the unknown."

"You're right, Helen. I'm going to have to give it some serious thought."

The next afternoon, Helen drove Emma to the bus station. The younger woman was off to spend a long overdue visit with her mother.

"No sex for a whole week, Helen! I don't know how I'll stand it!"

"Maybe you can sneak somebody in the back way when you mom's asleep."

"No way! My mother has the sharpest senses in six counties! That's one of the main reasons why I was a virgin till I was eighteen."

"Well, honey, just remember how good it'll feel when you get back to it."

"Yeah… it might be fun to get really horny again for a change." Her smile faded. "I just hope Harry will be all right by himself. He'll be away at a conference till Tuesday. But I won't be back till Friday. Three whole days by himself and I don't think he knows how to boil water or unwrap his own pack of toilet paper."

"Don't worry, honey. Sam and I will keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't starve to death or get a dirty bottom." She giggled. "Have a good trip, Emma."

Intriguing thoughts floated through Helen's mind during the next few days. She recalled the conversation with Emma. Her friend was concerned about her husband because he was totally reliant on her for his sex life, while Emma had no desire to be monogamous, now that she had discovered more titillating pastimes.

Helen was beginning to see where she could help her friends and amuse herself at the same time. She had always found Harry Tate attractive. And she knew that Harry was attracted to her, though he gave only very subtle indications of it.