Janet McCoy: The wife next door

"You go on, Emma. I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight. I've got things to think about."

When Emma came down to the kitchen the next morning, Harry was sitting at the table. There was no reading material in front of him. He smiled at Emma. It was a wistful smile. Emma smiled back.

"Good morning, Emma honey. Come here, will you?" She stood beside his chair as he hugged her waist. "I'm really sorry I didn't try harder to understand you, Emma."

She stroked his head, held it close to her. "I'm sorry, too, Harry. I guess we kind of forgot how to communicate with each other…"

"Let's start all over again, shall we? I stayed awake all night, and the only conclusion I could come to is that I want you. I really want you."

"I want you too, Harry. We can make it. I know we can."

It was the most intimate breakfast they had had in the whole span of their marriage. They talked and kissed and touched each other. Both knew they had been badly scared by their confrontation last night. Both wanted to bury that memory. They needed each other. They were home to each other.

By tacit agreement, the subject of sex and outside lovers was not mentioned. They talked only of themselves and their relationship. The other subject was too fraught with tension.

For the next week, they were on kind of a second honeymoon. They talked together often. They made love passionately, wherever and whenever the mood struck them. Emma thought she had never been so happy in her life.

After that first week, though, things gradually returned to normal. Harry returned to his old work habits, once he felt secure with Emma again. Emma began to long for some of her past adventures. She tried to bury her frustrations in alcohol. Drink helped her ignore the fact that Harry would never be her perfect lover.

Harry went off to another weekend conference. She was alone with a glass of scotch on Saturday morning when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Emma. This is Bob. How have you been? It's been a while."

The small amount of alcohol she had drunk made her feel sorry for herself. She suddenly realized how much she had missed Bob and their carefree times together. "I've been… okay, I guess. No, I haven't. I've been miserable. I've missed you, Bob."

"I've missed you, too. You're a great girl, Emma. Most exciting woman I've ever known."

"You're sweet to say so, Bob."

"You deserve it, Emma. Listen, a friend of mine is in town, and we'd like to come over and see you sometime, if it's convenient. Maybe you could invite Helen too."

The mention of her next-door neighbor automatically roused Emma's hostility. She still hadn't forgiven Helen for snitching on her to her husband. "Helen and I are having a fight right now," she said. "I wouldn't ask her over here if she were the last woman on earth."

"Oh… okay. Well, we'd still like to see you, Emma. If it's okay with you."

Emma's mind raced as she tried to deal with the possible repercussions of entertaining two men at once. The thought titillated her. But the prospect of discovery did not.

"I'd like to see you guys… but not here. I've got some nosy neighbors. They'd just love to tell my husband that I'd had two men over while he was gone."

"Okay… well, why don't you meet us at Dave's hotel? It's the Excelsior. Is this afternoon okay?"

"This afternoon would be just perfect."

"Okay… come and join us for lunch. Twelve-thirty in the lobby?"

"I'll be there."

Emma hung up the phone and gulped down the last of her drink. She knew more than ever before that what she was planning to do was wrong. It would violate the reconciliation between her and Harry. But there was no denying that she wanted to do it. She satisfied herself that there was no way Harry would ever find out. It would be so exciting to be with two men.

She arrived at the hotel at ten to one. She wanted them to have to wait for a bit. She didn't want to seem too eager. And their own appetites would be whetted by the delay.

Bob was the first to greet her. His friend followed close behind him. Emma was impressed by Dave's dark good looks. He was almost as tall as Bob, and even more well-muscled. He wore an attractive silk shirt that was open almost to his waist.

"Hi, Dave. It's a pleasure to meet you." She held out her hand to shake his. She was surprised and flattered when he raised it to his lips and kissed it gently.

"The pleasure is all mine, Emma, I assure you. Bob has told me many wonderful things about you."

The slight leer in his smile made Emma momentarily nervous. She wondered just what Bob had been saying about her. The thought left her mind as Bob put an arm gently to her shoulder and guided her toward the elevator.

"We've ordered lunch to be delivered to Dave's room. Shall we go up?"

Emma enjoyed the looks she got from other women as she walked through the lobby with her handsome escorts. She knew she looked good. And she figured there weren't many women who wouldn't enjoy being flanked by a couple of lookers like Bob and Dave.

They weren't in the room ten minutes before a bellhop came in with their lunch. It included a large crabmeat salad, mixed breads and cheeses and a couple of bottles of champagne. Emma was impressed. These men knew how to live.

"It's lovely!" she exclaimed. She had never experienced this kind of royal treatment before. Dave's room was large and comfortable. It included a small dining table with chairs. They sat down at once and ate hungrily. The glances that passed along the three of them during the meal betrayed their excitement. The champagne helped intensify the erotic mood.

Emma watched Dave chewing his bread and wondered how his full, sensitive lips would feel on her mouth, her pussy. The men's eyes ogled her half-naked tits in her sundress. She liked the attention. She looked forward to more. Her pussy was feeling hot and damp under her dress.

"Mmmm, what a wonderful lunch!" The young brunette felt so feminine with these two virile men. She felt appreciated and coveted. It was a kind of excitement she didn't get at home. An excitement she craved.

"Bob told me you liked salads and seafood. So that's what I ordered." Dave was undressing her with his eyes as he spoke.

"Why, how sweet of you!" Her eyes told him she knew what he was doing – and approved.

"You know, Emma, Bob has told me what a sexy woman you are. And I'm very anxious to be sexy with you. Are you in the mood?"

Emma liked the directness of his approach. It turned her on. "I'm in the mood," she told him. "Then why don't you take off your clothes! You're far too beautiful a woman to be shrouded in clothing."

Emma had had enough champagne to destroy any inhibitions she might have harbored about undressing in front of the two men. She rose to her feet, a little shakily. She stood on the carpet and began to slip her dress down over her ripe tits, her queen-bee waist, her full hips, her snug little pussy-triangle. The lustful looks on the faces of the men supported and fired her own arousal. They were enjoying what she was doing. She would give them more… show them just what a sexy woman she was.

She let the dress fall in a puddle at her feet. She stepped to one side and swept it delicately away with her toes. Then she started to do a slow erotic dance to the music from the stereo. She ran her hands over her lush tits, then down over her belly until she began to caress her clitoris.

"Mmmmmm, feels nice!" She watched the hunger in Dave's eyes. She moved closer to him and wriggled her ass against his arm. She straddled his lap and began to unbutton his shirt. "This is a beautiful shirt, but I'm more interested in what's under it." When his shirt was gone, she began to plant little kisses all over his tautly muscled, hairy chest. "Oooohh, soooo sexy! Your skin smells so sexy!"