"Wife on the loose" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCoy Janet)

CHAPTER TWO

The Whitcombs' party was already in full swing when Tom and Heather arrived.

Linda and Jake Whitcomb were Heather and Tom's next-door neighbors and best friends. They would have been very hurt if Heather and Tom had not shown up at the party.

Otherwise, the younger couple would never have come. They were not in a party mood. They hadn't even spoken to each other all day.

Heather hadn't meant what she said the night before about looking for someone at the party to take her mind off her troubles. She had always been a faithful wife, had never even dreamed about looking for sex with other men.

But despite herself, this evening Heather was enjoying the usual fawning attention she got from men at parties. The pretty redhead was a good dresser. She looked stunning in a low-cut black sheath dress and black heels. She wore bright-red lipstick and nail polish that finished off her appearance, made her look like a high-fashion model or a movie star. While one man lit her cigarette, another fetched her a drink. Another lavished her with compliments.

For a long time, she paid no attention to her husband who was sitting in a corner quietly getting drunk. This was one time Tom was not enjoying the attentions other men paid to his wife. As he downed one Scotch after another, though, the world looked gradually rosier, until he was feeling on top of the world. Until he decided to share his good feelings with the gathering.

"Hey, everybody…" he called out in a drunken slur. "What's say we put some life in this here party?"

He climbed up on the coffee table and took off his suit jacket, while he struggled to perform some kind of hip-grinding dance. He wasn't far into the routine when the force of his weight collapsed the coffee table. Tom was catapulted forward. He slammed into the bar, upsetting several gasses and a couple of liquor bottles.

Heather was horror-struck by her husband's performance. She had had no idea he was that drunk. She had never seen him act like this before, in all the five years of their marriage.

She rushed to his side and helped him to his feet. She guided him to a chair and pushed him down into it. He sat sullenly, not looking at her.

"They don't make anything like they used to," he muttered.

Blushing with embarrassment, Heather bent down to help her hostess pick up the shattered glass and mop up the spilled liquor. "Linda, I'm so sorry. I don't know what got into Tom. He's not himself tonight."

Linda, a pretty blonde in her early thirties, smiled reassuringly at her friend. "Don't worry, honey. We all have our off days." She grimaced. "It's just my bad luck that Tom had to have his at my party."

Heather looked on the verge of tears. The older woman reached over and tilted her chin up. Her blue eyes looked frankly into Heather's green ones.

"Look, honey. I'm not going to pretend I'm not pissed off, because I am. But it's not your fault, so don't worry. I'm sure I'd feel better as soon as we get this mess cleaned up."

When the damage was swept away, Heather gathered up her coat and Tom's jacket and prepared to leave. Linda tried to talk her into staying.

"Don't go yet, honey. You were having a good time. Tom's just going to fall asleep. Why don't you let him do it here, while you enjoy yourself?" They looked over at Heather's husband who was dozing in his chair.

"No… no, I couldn't stay now, Linda." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Things aren't very good between Tom and me right now. We shouldn't have come and spoiled your good time. Come on, Tom. We're going now."

She tried to pull him to his feet. He was a dead weight. He was awake now, but he wasn't looking at Heather.

"Tom… come on, honey. We're going home now." She tugged his arm harder. He pulled abruptly away.

"What'cha think you're doing to me, bitch? I know what'cha want. Ya wanna get me home so you can try'ta fuck me again, don'tcha? Well, I won't do it! Why don't cha get one of your pretty boys to do yer stud service for a while?"

The redhead was mortified. She stood helplessly in front of her husband, her head hanging, her eyes filling with tears. Linda put an arm around her shoulder.

"Don't pay any attention, honey. It's just drunk talk."

Heather snuck a glance at the other guests. They had stopped staring now. Obviously they were trying to give her a little privacy. She was grateful.

"I wish that's all it was!" she said, looking hopelessly at her friend.

Jake came over and joined them. He was a big man, and it took little effort for him to haul Tom to his feet. "I'll take him home for you, Heather. I don't think he could make it on his own two feet."

Heather smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Jake." She waved at the guests from the doorway. "I'll be seeing you, Linda."

The blonde took both her friend's hands. "I want you to come over for breakfast Monday morning. We can have a good long talk when we've got the men out of our hair."

The younger woman squeezed Linda's hands. "Okay. See you Monday." She hurried after Jake and her stumbling husband. The big man took Tom all the way up to the bedroom and stretched him out on the bed.

"Anything else I can do for you, Heather?"

"No thanks, Jake. You've been a big help. Thanks a million. I'm sorry we spoiled your party."

Jake grinned at her. He was a handsome man, with steely gray just starting around his temples.

"What do you mean, we? Let Tom take responsibility for his own fuck-ups. You were the hit of the party. There wasn't a man there who wasn't sorry to see you go."

She smiled ruefully. "Thanks, Jake. I needed the ego boost."

He reached out and gave her shoulder a brotherly squeeze. "See you later, beautiful."

"See you, Jake."

When her neighbor was gone, Heather stared ruefully at her husband who was snoring peacefully on the bed. He had passed out the minute Jake laid him down.

She felt a sudden fierce surge of anger. Her whole evening was spoiled! And now, while everyone else was having fun, she was going to have to sit around listening to a drunk snore! She kicked her shoes across the room. They scattered and fell in opposite corners. She stripped off her dress and flung it into the clothes hamper in the closet. When she had removed her underwear and stockings, she admired her nakedness for a moment in the dresser mirror.

Ripe out thrust tits; tight waist; shapely hips; long, lean legs. Jake was right she was beautiful. And where was it getting her?

Nowhere! Sitting home with a dead drunk for company while the music from the party next door filtered in through the bedroom window.

She felt horrible. Lonely and neglected and frustrated.

The redhead slipped a bright-green kimono over her naked body and went downstairs to the kitchen. She had drunk only a small glass of wine at the party. But now she felt like a good stiff drink. She made herself a double gin and tonic and went out to the back patio.

It was a beautiful starlit night. She sat alone in a chaise longue on the patio, in the dark, listening to the hum of voices and music next door. She took long gulps of the drink to ease the pain of dissatisfaction gnawing at her belly.

She was disappointed. She had hoped that the party would cheer up both Tom and herself. She had hoped they might have another go at fucking tonight. She needed it. It had been all she could do today to resist getting herself off with her own hand.

Lost in her own miserable thoughts, Heather was scarcely aware of the minutes and hours drifting by. Eventually she awoke from her daydreams and went in for another drink. As she downed it back on the patio, she realized the hum next door was fading. The party must be breaking up. That was good. Now she wouldn't have to think about what she was missing.

The pretty redhead was startled by a loud giggle that seemed very close. The giggle was followed by a low whisper, that was just barely audible, then another giggle.

Stealthily, Heather rose to her feet and went over to the tall cedar fence that separated her yard from the Whitcombs'. She found a knothole and peeked through it. Her eyes located the couple in the moonlight just as a woman's voice murmured: "Oh, Jake, stop it, you nasty man!" Another giggle.

Heather was shocked. There was no doubt that the man was her next-door neighbor. But the woman was not his blonde-headed wife. She was a shapely brunette that Heather remembered meeting at the party. Her name escaped her now. Rhonda? Rena?

"Rita, honey, you don't really expect me to quit now, do you? Not after you've been shaking these sensational tits of yours in my face all night?"

Jake was burrowing a hand in under her skimpy blouse. Impatient with his efforts, he pulled the blouse right over her head and threw it on the grass. The brunette's big lush tits bobbed enticingly on her chest. He bent down and began to suck one of her nipples, then the other. He looked like a greedy kid who couldn't decide which goodie he wanted to eat first.

Rita began to moan and squirm in his arms. They were standing under a big oak tree, near the shrubbery row at the back of the Whitcombs' garden. But Heather couldn't understand why they weren't being more careful. If Linda should come to the back door, she'd be bound to see them.

Poor Linda! the young redhead thought, wondering how long Jake has been pulling this kind of thing. She realized she should go back to the patio and ignore the sordid scene next door, but she was fascinated. She couldn't help herself. She wanted to see what would happen next.

The watching housewife stood transfixed by the fence as her next-door neighbor covered the young woman's tits with kisses.

"Ooooohh, Jake honey, you have the sweetest lips. You're making my titties feel so good!" Rita was running her fingers through the older man's hair, encouraging him in his lewd ministrations. "Aaaaahhh… it's heavenly, Jake darling."

"Mmmm-hmmm! You betcha, Rita baby! You have got the most sensational tits I've even seen in my life. Except maybe for Heather Perkins next door. But she's definitely out of range… at the moment!"

Rita giggled. "Oh, you naughty man! You've no sooner caught one woman, than you're daydreaming about the next one."

"That's what keeps the old dick hard, baby!"

"Well, in that case, I won't complain. Suck my tits some more, Jake honey!"

Heather was dumfounded. To hear her own name brought up in the conversation left her flabbergasted. She had always thought of Jake Whitcomb as an attractive man, but that was where her speculations ended. After all, she was married… and Jake was married.

What more was there to think?

But now it turned out that Jake was a philanderer. And that he had been having lustful thoughts about her! Poor Linda!

Before she could suppress them, Heather felt little titillating tingles running up and down her spine. She was horny, easy prey for thoughts of an attractive man. And Jake was definitely attractive…

She chastised herself mentally, telling herself she shouldn't think things like that. It was… it was bad!

Before her very eyes, Jake was working the young brunette's slacks down over her shapely hips. It seemed Rita wasn't wearing any underwear. When her slacks fell to the ground around her ankles, Heather could see the thick furry dark patch of her beaver.

"Oooohhh, Jake!" Again Rita giggled, like a willing but embarrassed schoolgirl. "What are you going to do?"

"It's a surprise, baby. But it's guaranteed to make you feel good!"

While Heather's mouth fell open with shock, the big man fell to his knees in front of the young woman. He reached up to her cunt and parted the hair-fringed lips. Then he extended his tongue and stabbed her cunt-slit.

"Aaaaiiiieeee! Jake honey! Ohhhh, Goddd, it's gooddd!" Rita cried, placing her hands on his shoulders for support and throwing her head back in erotic abandon.

The couple were no mote than four yards away from Heather. So close she could almost have reached out and touched them. She couldn't take her eyes off the way her neighbor's tongue prodded and poked and teased Rita's pussy. It had been months since Tom had done anything like that for Heather.

She knew it was silly, but she felt jealous of the adulterous female in the next yard. Her own cunt was throbbing in memory of what a talented tongue well applied could feel like. For a moment the memory was almost real and Heather had to suppress a deep-throated groan. Her pussy wanted attention so badly.

And, wrong as it was, she was getting excited watching the couple next door.

Jake's head was pressed close in against Rita's pussy now, and Heather couldn't see exactly what he was doing. But the brunette's mewls and groans, plus the ecstatic expression on her face, told her all she needed to know. Jake's mouth was bringing the woman to wanton peaks of erotic abandon.

"Ohhhh! Eat my pussy like that, Jake darling! Aaaahh, shit, Goddd, I'm… I'm cummminggg!"

Once her climax seemed to have passed, Jake looked up at her and grinned. "Like that, baby?" he asked.

"Ooohhh, yesss! Yessss, I like it!" Even now, Rita had obviously not caught her breath. She seemed to tremble. Her hands still clung to the big man's shoulders for support.

"Do you want to cum some more, Rita baby?" It was obvious he was teasing her. He seemed to enjoy her weak, fluttering excitement.

From her hiding place behind the fence, Heather watched and trembled herself. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips as she surveyed the brunette's lush naked figure and her look of ecstatic satisfaction.

For just a moment, she wished passionately that she was Rita. She wanted to feel that thrilling electric excitement in her own pussy!

Heather felt a little rush of disappointment as she watched Jake rise to his feet. They would be going inside now. She would see no more.

But no! Instead of covering the woman's nakedness, Jake was pulling down his fly. It looked like he was going to fuck her!

The watching redhead held her breath as the big man's thick ready cock leaped from his trousers. He closed in on Rita and wound his arms around her. They exchanged a long ardent embrace.

Heather felt faint as she imagined what that hard rod must feel like, pressed against Rita's naked belly. Her own cunt walls were throbbing with excitement, pulsing in vicarious anticipation.

He was going to fuck her!

Heather felt as aroused as though it were she herself who was about to be fucked. Her cunt palpitated urgently underneath her robe. As though to quell the fire raging there, she reached down and slipped her hand inside her kimono. Her fingertips grazed her swollen clitoris.

"Aaaahhh!" she sighed, before she could stop herself.

"What was that?" Rita asked. She seemed only vaguely interested. What was absorbing her more were the quick darting kisses Jake was planting over her face and neck and shoulders.

"Just the wind," he told her. "It's starting to pick up a little. Mmmm, baby, your pussy's so nice and wet. Is it hungry for something special, Rita doll?" His hand was stroking lewdly between her thighs. Her hips gyrated in fervent response. There was no doubt she was liking what his fingers were doing.

Heather's heart had been beating like a sledgehammer, in fear of discovery. But even with that crisis passed, another loomed. Her clitoris was throbbing heatedly, responding to the soft caresses of her trembling hand. Her heart still beat fast, but not with fear. With hunger.

"Uuuuh… God, Jake, I need you so bad. Yesss, baby… I'm hungry for you. For your nice big fat cock. I want you to stick it in me, Jake!" Her voice had risen to a wail.

Heather expected Linda to come rushing out into the garden any minute, but the back door remained closed. The couple themselves seemed not the least bit worried about discovery.

Jake was panting like a rutting animal. "Shit baby, I can hardly wait to get inside this soft cunt of yours! I'm going to stick it in you, baby, you bet your sweet ass!"

He half carried, half dragged the petite brunette back until she was leaning against the oak tree. Then he took hold of his cock and slipped it in between her thighs. He shoved forward, apparently unsuccessfully.

"Ohhhh, Goddd! Get it in me, Jake!" The woman was out of control with lust now.

"Don't worry, beautiful! I want it as much as you do!"

Heather was hurt to hear him call her "beautiful". She had been flattered when he used that term with her earlier in the evening. Now she realized that was the way he talked to every woman that he was attracted to.

She didn't have long to dwell on it, though. Things were getting heavy next door. Jake reached down and grasped Rita under the thighs and buttocks. He lifted her up so her legs were wrapped around his hips, her back resting against the tree. Holding the woman firmly with one arm, he reached under and slipped his cock home.

"Aaaaaaaagghhh! That's it! Jee-zuz, Jake! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"

Obeying the woman's urgent cry, the big man began to rock his hips back and forth, sending his cock deep into her cunt on every in stroke. Heather couldn't catch more than a glimpse of his cock on the out stroke, but she knew from the look on Rita's face that the hard, tool was hitting its mark.

"Hhhhnnhhh! Oooohhh, Jake!"

The redhead had never seen or heard another woman make love before. She was glad to discover she wasn't the only woman who made noises during lovemaking. The way Tom had teased her about it in the past made the young housewife think she might be some kind of a freak. But Rita was at least as loud, if not louder than Heather herself.

And still there was no sign of Linda!

Rita's cries of passion made Heather's cunt pulse more urgently under her robe. Her finger teasing her clitoris was no longer enough satisfaction. She needed something more. Spreading her thighs obscenely wide, she slipped a finger deep into her pussy. Her rubbery cunt-wall juicing greedily to the slender digit. She began to work the finger in and out, timing it to Jake's fuck-strokes.

The redhead couldn't get over the lewd picture Rita and Jake made. Jake, still dressed, working the woman back and forth along his cock as though she were no heavier than a puppet. The illusion was broken by Rita's unending cries and moans. There was no doubt that she was very much alive… and lovin every minute of it.

"Christ, Jake, your cock feels so damned good in my pussy! I wanted you so bad, Jake! All evening… I couldn't get you off my mind. Aaaahhhh!"

"All evening, I couldn't get my eyes off your tits, baby!" He looked greedily down to where her breasts bobbed and quivered on her chest. "Sensational! Just sensational, baby!"

His fuck-strokes had acquired a long, deep hard rhythm that made the girl's whole body tremble on each in stroke. There was a certain wild depravity about fucking up against a tree the way they were. Both of them seemed to have caught the fever, the passion, of pure unadulterated lust.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meee!" Rita's unending chants filled the silent evening. Made it heavy with sensuality.

Heedless of everything now but the abandoned scene before her, Heather stroked two fingers rhythmically in and out of her greedy pussy, in time to Jake's ceaseless drubbing beat. She could feel the insidious tingles of wanton lust teasing at her insides. She was becoming more and more excited, more and more eager for release.

The redhead reached down and undid the tie of her robe, letting it fall open. She looked down to where her carefully painted fingers were working over her pussy, stroking inside, tickling her clitoris… and she groaned softly. It was perverted, but she was so damned excited!

Her fingers flew in and out of her pussy as the passion-tingles became more and more overpowering. Her orgasm hung just a few seconds away, waiting for just the right touch.

"Aaagghhh! Jee-zuz, Jake honey! I'm cumming again! I'm cummminggg!"

The brunette ground her ass energetically down against his hips with as much abandon as his firm grip would allow her. The clinging spasms of her cunt seemed to be more than Jake could take. He couldn't hold on any longer.

"Ahh, shittt! Me, too! Baby, I'm cumming!" He thrust his powerful loins up against her until the last drops of his sperm were deposited far inside her cunt.

Watching the others cum so rousingly was the final straw for Heather. She was cumming, too. Her robe flapping carelessly about her, she writhed out her orgasm on her fingers. She hung her head in unseeing ecstasy for a moment, then she took another peek through the fence. Jake set Rita back down on the ground and held her in his arms for a long quiet rest from their mutual ecstasy. He hadn't even had time to put his cock back in his pants when the back door opened and Linda came out into the yard.

Heather's heart leaped to her throat as she watched the blonde approach the adulterous couple. She felt she shared their guilt. After all, she had cum, too, watching them enjoy their illicit fuck. She felt she had betrayed her best friend.

Much to her surprise, Linda did not seem the least bit perturbed. Instead of shouting threats and accusations, instead of bursting into tears, she threw an arm around her husband and his lover and kissed each of them on the cheek.

"We thought you guys would never finish out here." Her voice was cheerful. She was definitely not upset.

"Well, you know Rita and I always get a little carried away."

Linda reached up and ruffled her husband's hair playfully. "Well, why don't you come inside and get carried away? We need your inspiration."

Heather's mouth was still hanging open as she watched the three of them walk back to the house. Rita was in the middle, still naked.

As she lay sleepless that night, next to her snoring husband, Heather searched her mind for some explanation of the strange events she had just witnessed in her neighbors' garden.

But any explanation seemed even stranger than what she had seen.

Her curiosity would have to go unsatisfied, for now. But, maybe someday she would learn the truth.