Janet McCoy: The wife next door

Emma's fear turned to bristling hatred. "How dare you talk to me like that? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm a man in love, Emma. I intend to marry a wonderful woman, as soon as you give me a divorce." He picked up his suitcase once again, and left the house. He closed the front door quietly behind him.

Emma finally found her voice. "Well, we'll just see how long she can put up with you!" She pounded her fists against the back of the door. Tears streamed from her eyes. It was over.

For several days, Emma saw no one, spoke to no one.

Gradually she pulled herself together. She had to face facts. Her husband was gone. He was not her husband any longer. It was frightening, the idea of having to build a new life, alone. But she could do it, if she had some help. She needed friends to boost her morale.

She summoned up all her courage, and went over to pay a visit to Helen Robbins. Helen was wary at first, but once she realized the other woman was hurt and lonely, she wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tight.

"I've missed you so much, Emma. It's horrible not to be able to drop in on your next-door neighbor for a cup of coffee. Sam has missed you too."

"I'm sorry I was so silly, Helen. I treated you badly."

"That's okay, honey. You were having troubles. You were in a bad marriage. You're out of it now. You'll have a chance to feel good about yourself again."

Emma spent that night with Sam and Helen. They began to introduce her to more of their friends – ones with lots of money and good stiff cocks. Emma was out almost every night, partying.

"I've never had so much fun in my life," she told Helen.

But underneath it all, she was still lonely. None of her new friends ever came to visit her just to sit and talk, to give her some moral support. When they came to visit her, it was because they wanted to fuck. Period. Many of them had wives and children at home. They could only afford to spend a few hours with Emma.

She was very pleased when she opened the front door one Friday afternoon and found Bob standing on the other side. It was the first time she had seen him since her separation. He had been on a sales trip to the East Coast. Now, his broad smiling face filled her with new hope.

Here was somebody who really cared for her, even if he did like to fuck other women. Here was a real friend!

"Oh Bob…! You don't know how glad I am to see you!"

"I'm glad to see you too, honey. I thought about you a lot when I was back east. Manys the night when I wished you were there with me."

"Bob! What a nice thing to say!"

He held her in his arms and they exchanged a long, lusty kiss. A kiss that reminded them both of the kind of ecstasy they enjoyed with the other's body. They began to strip.

"I thought of a new way we could do it, Emma!" He picked her straight up in the air and ordered her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did as she was told. He carried her over to the sturdy dining-room table and lay her upper body down on it. Then, spreading her knees wide, he grabbed his cock and stuffed her.

"Oooohhh! Bob! That's sooo good!" With his cock penetrating her cunt at a forty-five-degree angle, the penetration was incredible. She could scarcely believe the intense sensations that had grabbed hold of her body. Something wonderful was happening to her!

"Oooooohhh! I'm curtmmmm-ing-g-g!" No sooner had this orgasm passed, than a second swept over her. She seemed unusually open, unusually receptive tonight. She felt like she could keep or cumming forever and ever.

She didn't get the chance. Bob buried his cock deep in her cunt and grunted his own release. She could feel his prick jerking inside her, filling her pussy with boiling semen.

When the crisis was past, Bob lifted her up and set her back down on the floor. "That was great, doll!" He went back into the living room and started dressing. "I'm glad my rounds brought me to this neighborhood today."

Emma was surprised and disappointed. "But listen… why don't you stay for dinner? I'll make something special."

"Sorry, beautiful. I've got a date tonight."

Emma held out her cheek to be kissed as he was leaving. The passion was gone. She was not interested in being a drop-in fuck for someone who was going to go out and spend his money on someone else, who wasn't quite as "easy".

The episode with Bob started Emma thinking. She knew she didn't want a dull marriage and a monogamous existence, but she didn't want to be an old shoe for whatever cock wanted to drop by either. She needed to start picking and choosing her lovers.

Emma went out and found herself a job as secretary to a group of doctors. They were psychiatrists who specialized in sexual dysfunction's. Emma became interested in their work, and was eventually offered a job as a sex surrogate. She made love to men who thought their sexual performance unsatisfactory. She helped them to build confidence by teaching them how to relax with a woman, and how to get into better contact with their own bodies.

It was rewarding work. Emma had found a way to put her strong sex drive to good use. She found that the men she saw in a professional capacity became her ideal lovers.

After all, she had trained them to do exactly what turned her on.

In a matter of months, Emma received a proposal from one of the psychiatrists she had been dating for a while. He loved her, he said, because she was so unafraid of sex. Because she knew how to recognize her own needs, and to satisfy them. That was the kind of woman he wanted.

Emma was flattered and pleased, because she had found the kind of man she wanted. Together they could have an open relationship, and the security of finding each other at home at night. It sounded perfect.

Emma was looking forward to a whole new life as the doctor's wife.