Chapter 3
When she was most bored, Helen had a friend she could go to who always cheered her up. The friend was Sandy, a cheerful neighborhood housewife who seemed more content with her lot than any woman Helen knew. The redhead had often wondered what made Sandy so happy. Sandy's husband, Joe, did not look like any bundle of energy. He was balding, getting kind of fat. When Helen made passing reference to how well Joe must be treating her, Sandy would only smile or giggle a little and change the subject.
Helen had spent much of the day thinking about her disturbing dream and fantasizing about how she could get herself a more satisfying sex life. All her idea intrigued her until she put them to the hard test of thinking about how she would actually go about finding a lover. Then she would get a bad case of cold feet and think about something else for a while.
She thought a cup of coffee with Sandy might snap her out of her cowardly indecision. She might even be able to figure out a way to get some advice from Sandy without giving away the fact that she was actually thinking of taking a lover.
The shortest way to Sandy's house was through an alley, then through the back gate. The backyard was surrounded by a high wooden fence. Sandy had confessed that she liked to sunbathe in the nude.
The yard was a riot of color. Joe had hired a gardener who came twice a week to keep the plants healthy and blooming. The vegetation hid the back windows from view until Helen was almost at the door.
What she saw made the redhead drop to her knees in the grassy path that led to the door. She had been stunned by the view within and it took her a couple of moments to gain the courage to have another look.
Helen's blonde-headed girl friend was wrapped in the arms of a man who was not her husband. While Joe was fair, balding and conservative, the man who was caressing Sandy's naked tits had a thick shock of black curly hair and was wearing a pair of skin-tight Levi's with a matching jacket.
Helen could scarcely believe her eyes. Suddenly she thought she knew what made Sandy such a contented woman. Her friend had a lover!
As Sandy began to undo the buttons of the man's shirt, Helen realized that the man was little more than a boy. He was well-developed with a strong rippling chest, but his face was still smooth and boyish-looking. His eyes bore no wrinkles, no signs of the care that comes with age. Helen thought he looked familiar. Then she realized he was the gardener, Jorge. Sandy had found her lover right close to home!
For a moment the redhead began to toy with the idea of talking Ray into hiring a gardener. She knew her husband would never go for it. He did not spend a penny he did not have to. Ray was saving for a bigger house in a fancier neighborhood, and he was willing to give up present luxuries for future comfort.
Her own dilemma lost significance in face of the erotic tension building inside the house. Sandy had removed the boy's jacket and shirt and was caressing his chest. She tried to slip a hand inside his jeans, but they were too tight. While she teased his nipple with her tongue, she began to work down his fly. The boy's mouth opened and closed in guppy-like excitement. With the first touch of his employer's hand on his cock, he uttered a long guttural groan. "Uuuuuuhhh ... Mrs. Price, you do that awful nice! Oh ... I like to feel your hand on my cock!"
His words seemed to inflame the older woman. Impatiently she pushed at his pants until they fell to his feet. She held his blood-bloated cock and stared at it with greedy glee. "Oh Jorge! It's so big and hard, sweetie! God...." Her hands ran up along his loins and back to clutch his cock. "You're beautiful! So beautiful!"
Helen had to agree with her girl friend. The boy was beautiful. She had not paid much attention to Jorge the couple of previous times she had seen him. He was quiet. Seemed rather surly. But with his clothes off and his face softened by lust, he was a gorgeous hunk of youthful manhood. Her first wave of guilt at watching her friend seduce the boy faded into wanton eagerness to see more. She kept her head carefully low to avoid discovery. But as time passed, it became clear that the couple within were noticing nothing but each other.
The redhead felt a vicarious lurch within her cunt as Sandy stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of the boy's bloated cock-head. Helen heard her friend's long sultry groan. Sandy was reveling in her servile position, kneeling in front of her young gardener, seducing him slowly with-her hands and mouth. She was abandoning herself totally to the gods of lust and loving it ... loving the erotic feel of the boy's hard muscles and swollen cock.
Ray's beer belly had been the only belly Helen had caressed in seven years of marriage. She felt an overwhelming longing to stroke the boy's lean hard-muscled frame. To feel his hard swaying cock-shaft. Her cunt gushed juice into her panties as she watched Sandy swirl her tongue round and round the head of Jorge's cock ... then grip it with her lips and slide them all the way down to the base of his cock! Sandy had her mouth full of the boy's impressive cock. Low burbles of satisfaction brewed in her throat.
Nervously, Helen ran her tongue over her parched lips. The aching in her cunt had grown intense. It was torture for her to watch Sandy make love to the handsome boy, to hear their moans of pleasure. She felt jealous toward her friend for the handsome young man who was fucking her. She admired Sandy for having the courage that she herself did not have. She needed the excitement Sandy was experiencing just as much as her friend evidently did. Yet she had hesitated for so long. Fear of betrayal of her marriage vows. Fear of being the one responsible for shattering the illusions of a passion that no longer existed. At least not for her.
Watching Sandy suck on the boy's fleshy cock made Helen wonder just what it was that had kept her from finding that kind of pleasure for herself. No excuse seemed significant enough to justify the self-denial she had indulged in for so long. There seemed to be no good reason for living without all the pleasure she could find. At the age of twenty-six, Helen was growing more aware of the fact that she would only be young once. She wanted to make the most of her youth. Sandy was three years older than Helen. The redhead wondered how long her friend had been tending to her needs outside her marriage.
While her lips slid back and forth along the boy's stiff cock, Sandy churned her shapely naked ass behind her. Helen realized the blonde must be tingling all over with excitement, just the way she was from watching Sandy's shameless surrender to adultery. Sandy's short blonde curls bounced as she assaulted Jorge's cock time after time. She took every inch of his cock deep into her throat and made him grunt with an almost incoherent demand for more.
"Jeezz ... you sure do that good, Mrs. Price! Oh yeah! Suck my cock, lady! Suck it!" He reached for her curls as if to steady himself in the weakness of his passion. He guided her head lustily back and forth over his cock. She seemed to enjoy his taking control of the situation. Helen watched Sandy's ass sway more erotically than ever. She heard her cries grow more shrill, more urgent.
"Mmmmmmm ... Jorge darling ... your cock tastes soooo sexy!" Before his hands could force her, her mouth went willingly back to his turgid cock. She teased at the sensitive underside of his cock. She ran a meandering path of saliva to the place where his kinky pubic hair grew around the base like stunted shrubbery around a great oak. Her tongue traced a new path back up to the cocktip, giving special nudges of attention to the joint between cock-head and shaft. She sucked the tip of his cock fiercely, hungrily, urging new groans from the boy's passion-tightened throat. They came out hoarse and thrilling. They made the blonde suck harder.
Just the way Helen knew she would have done if she had been in her girlfriend's place!
The pulsing in her cunt was almost more than Helen could stand. It was a rousing sight she was witnessing. Her friend Sandy was beautiful in her naked abandon. Helen felt strange surges of excitement attack her cunt as she watched Sandy's ass sway in time to her erotic endeavors. The way Sandy's lips pursed around the boy's cock-head spoke straight to the moist fluttering lips of Helen's cunt. She had to stop its throbbing before it drove her wild!
By the time Helen's hand reached under her skirt and up into her panties, she felt she had no choice but to relieve the hot longing in her cunt. It seemed depraved to be feeding off her friend's abandon ... to be finger-fucking herself while Sandy sucked the cock of her young gardener. Yet her very depravity drove her on. Helen felt heedless of thoughts of morality or of loyalty to a friend. What she was doing was right because she needed it. She had to have it right now!
Her fingers stroked the hardened tip of her clit. They slipped down to her cunt-opening and picked up a slick coating of juice with which to soften their assault on her clit. It felt even better to touch herself on her love button when her fingers were hot and slippery with her free-flowing juices. "Uuuuuhhh...." she moaned, then clapped the hand that held up her skirt over her mouth. She need not have bothered. Sandy and the boy Jorge were making too much noise of their own to let through the feeble mewls of Helen's frustrated passion.
Sandy's attack on the boy's hard upthrusting cock had grown frantic. Her blonde curls bobbled crazily around her face as she set up a tireless rhythm over Jorge's cock. The boy was tugging on her hair recklessly, his face a mask of abandoned excitement as he tossed back his head and let the woman have free rein over the fate of his spit-coated cock.
"Cripes ... oh, Mrs. Price ... yeah ... do it like that...."
Helen watched Sandy take the cock into first one cheek and then the other, then at a straight angle.
She varied the motion of her head a little each time, but her pace retained the same exciting rhythm. The one Helen could see was driving the boy to the brink of coming.
Watcling Sandy's ass gyrate and the boy's cock thrust into her friend's mouth, Helen worked her fingers more boldly over the pulsing peak of her clit. With each downward motion of her hand, she exerted more pressure against the yielding opening of her cunt. Her cunt was sopping wet, the way it had been the night before when she woke up from her erotic dream. What she was watching now was more than a dream. It was rousing reality, and the effect on Helen's libido was total and intense. She was immersed in Sandy's abandon, in Sandy's ceaseless rhythm. She expended the same energy on her own hot cunt that Sandy was devoting to the long cock that lunged again and again into the back of her throat.
"Uuuuuuhhh...." Helen let herself moan again to ease the building excitement to revel in it. She knew the others were worried about nothing beyond the point where Sandy's mouth linked up with Jorge's swelling cock.
Peeking over the top of the window sill, her hand buried in her panties, Helen could almost feel what Sandy must be experiencing. She could almost taste the zesty drops of cum juice that must be seeping from Jorge's bloated cock-tip. She could almost feel the rubbery texture of the cock surging in her cunt again and again in search of more liquid stimulation. She could feel the cunt-throbbing that made Sandy wriggle her ass behind her as she sucked. The blonde was filled with longing, passion and eagerness. So was Helen. She no longer felt that she was spying on her friend. Though Sandy knew nothing about it, she was sharing something with the older woman. She was testing the limits of her own sexuality. The sexuality she had vowed just the night before to satisfy.
Helen began to finger-fuck herself in deep steady strokes as Sandy worked her blonde head over the youth's cock. The redhead could feel her heated cunt-walls clinging to her fingers, milking them for the stimulation that they craved. The louder the boy's cries became, the more urgent grew the heat in Helen's cunt. She knew the gardener was about to come. She knew with a lusty certainty that she was going to be coming right along with him.
His big brown eyes grew wide and uncomprehending. That was the first sign Helen had that he was about to come. Then he began to rut his cock harder into Sandy's mouth. "Jeez, I'm coming ... I'm coming, Mrs. Price!"
Watching her girl friend's greedy efforts to swallow every drop of the boy's cum drove Helen over her own peak. She bent forward and clutched her cunt. Her chin rested on the window sill as she watched the boy yield the last of his load to the older woman's throat. Her cunt felt soft and wet in her hand. Her clit was no longer a hard button. It was as flaccid as the cock that Jorge pulled from Sandy's cum-streaked lips. Helen felt a last jolt of passion as Sandy sucked up the thread of cum that joined her mouth to Jorge's cock.
Pulling her hand from her panties, Helen ducked beneath the window when she heard her friend tell the boy that he had better be getting home. Her husband was due soon. In a sudden panic over what she had done, Helen scooted from Sandy's backyard and ran home. She poured herself a stiff drink and collapsed into an arm chair.
Before the drink was finished, she was entertaining fond memories of all she had just done and witnessed. With the element of danger gone, it did not seem so frightening any more. But it still seemed intensely exciting. It was not something she would soon forget.