Chapter 4
Jenny Thomas lay naked on the shag carpeting watching television. The soft fibers of the rug caressed her stomach and thighs, and the warm, afternoon sun shining through the window, reflected off her golden hair. Her husband, Alan, lay beside her, asleep.
"Honey," she said, are you awake?" She reached over and squeezed his cock, which caused him to stir. "Let's make love again, Alan. I want you to fuck me again." She continued fondling his soft cock until he was wide awake.
"I can't, Jenny," he said, irritated. "We just did it a few minutes ago. I'm not Superman." He rose and walked into the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" she asked, disappointed.
"I'm going to get dressed and walk down to the drugstore to get some cigarettes. Do you want anything?" he asked.
"No thank you," she said. She rolled over onto her back and placed her hand on her cunt, caressing the soft, blonde hair. Her marriage was not going well, she thought. She could not quite put her finger on the problem. Perhaps, they were bored with each other. Perhaps, they were just bored with the everyday routines of living together-waking up in the morning, eating breakfast, Alan going to work, coming home from work, eating dinner, going to bed, getting up again in the morning. Even the sex was not as much fun as it was when they were first married. There was no longer any mystery or excitement in it. Alan often left her unfulfilled, which caused her to look for sex, more and more often, outside of her marriage.
"Honey," Alan called to her, interrupting her thoughts, "I'm down to my last clean shirt. Could you take the dirty ones down to the washer while I'm gone?"
"All right, I will," she called back as the door closed behind him. She didn't quite know what to do about her shaky marriage, but she knew that she would have to do something. She still loved her husband, and she was determined to save her marriage by whatever means it took.
She dressed in a skirt and blouse, not bothering with her panties or bra, enjoying the wild, free feeling, and hastened down the hallway to the laundry room.
"Hello," a voice called to Jenny as she entered the laundry room.
"Hello there," answered Jenny. She stood facing a small, red-haired woman with green eyes that Jenny thought were the prettiest she had ever seen. The woman could not have been more than five feet tall. She wore a white tee-shirt and tight cut-off jeans, which revealed her firm, well-rounded tits, her slim waist, and her shapely ass and hips.
"You must have just moved in," said the red-haired woman. "I haven't seen you before. What's your name?"
"Jenny," she answered. "My husband and I moved here two and a half weeks ago. What's your name?"
"My name is Sarah. I'm married also. We've been living here for six months now. We're both teachers at the local high school. What about you? Do you work?"
"No, I'm just a housewife," Jenny answered. "Alan, that's my husband, is a manager at the First Union Bank." She loaded her clothes into the washer as she talked.
"That sounds interesting," said Sarah as she took her clothes out of the dryer and loaded them into a basket. "Look, I'm having friends over for dinner tomorrow night. Why don't you and Alan join us? It would give you a chance to meet new people in the building." "Sure I'd love to," said Jenny.
"Great, come over about seven o'clock. We live in number twelve-oh-one." She picked up her basket of clothes and walked back to her apartment.
Jenny watched as the small, red-haired woman walked away and found herself admiring the woman's ass and legs. She seemed like a nice person, but there appeared to be something mysterious about her, Jenny thought. She turned on the washer and walked away, unable to put Sarah out of her mind.
She decided to go down to the rental office and talk to the manager before returning to her own apartment. There was a faucet leaking in her bathroom that was driving her crazy, and she wanted it fixed as soon as possible.
She stepped in the elevator and pressed the button labeled "Lobby." There were two teenaged boys on the elevator and Jenny could see their eyes widen at the sight of her.
"Wow, what a piece of ass!" one said to the other.
"Look at those tits and that ass!" the other said.
Jenny smiled at the boys heckling and decided to tease them a little. Remembering that she wasn't wearing any panties, she deliberately bent over and pretended to wipe a smear from one of her shoes. This movement caused her skirt to rise up over her bare ass, exposing all her female charms to the boys' eyes. They stood staring at her shapely ass, her hairy cunt lips, and her delicious thighs.
At that moment, the elevator door opened at the main lobby, and the two boys, frightened by their first lewd look at a woman's pussy, ran of and disappeared out the front door. Jenny, amused by the whole episode, stood up and walked off the elevator and across the lobby to the manager's office.
There was no one in the front office, but Jenny noticed a light coming from one of the back rooms. She walked over to investigate. The door was cracked open just a little, but she could see clearly what was taking place inside the room.
Becky Scott, the manager, was sitting in her chair with her dress pulled up to her waist. She had her head thrown back, and her legs, spread wide open, were propped up on the desk.
She had a long, thick banana in her hand, and she was shoving this in and out of her juicy pussy with slow, rhythmic motions, while her hips and her firm ass shook uncontrollably, and her large tits rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
Jenny stared in amazement at the sight of this gorgeous woman ramming that banana into her sweet, wet pussy. She heard the woman's squeals and whimpering become louder and saw that beautiful ass shaking and rocking with increasing vigor. This caused her to become extremely aroused, and she reached under, her skirt and shoved two fingers into her own little pussy, which by now was already hot and wet. "Ahhhh!" she whimpered under her breath as she watched the banana disappear into the woman's cunt. She could hear squishing noises coming from the woman's sopping wet pussy, and when she saw Becky thrust the banana inside her pussy in one vicious jab, Jenny almost fell off her feet as she imagined that it was her own aching cunt that was being stuck.
"Unhhbhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned as she rubbed her pussy, moving her hands over her throbbing clit. The juices flowed over her fingers as she massaged her swollen cunt. Again she thrust her two fingers into her wet pussy and trembled as the orgasm began to rock her.
The sight of Becky's pussy being violated by a banana and the thrusting of her fingers into her own little cunt was too much for Jenny and she came violently. She held back her screams as jolts of pleasure spread through her loins.
However, she was still not satisfied. She wanted the contact of another warm body. Urged on by her own lustful desires, she removed her blouse and skirt, entered the room, and walked up to Becky.
The manager was shocked at the sight of Jenny standing before her completely naked. She feasted her eyes on Jenny's beautiful, large tits and her long, sun-tanned legs. She stood up and embraced the woman, her mouth coming down on Jenny's mouth in a long, passionate kiss. She probed Jenny's mouth with her tongue and massaged her tits and cunt with her expert fingers.
Jenny was busy herself. She reached down and grabbed Becky's ass in both hands and began squeezing the delicious cheeks.
They continued like this for some time, probing and exploring each other's bodies, then they sank down on the floor together.
"I want to eat your yummy pussy!" Jenny whispered as she spread Becky's legs and buried her face in the young woman's ripe cunt. Her tongue flickered over the cut briefly then darted into the dark, wet abyss, lapping up the cunt juices and causing the manager to thrash wildly about the floor.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! EEEEEEE! !" screamed Becky as the dart-like tongue jolted the sensitive walls of her pussy. "Yesssssss! You whore! You sweet bitch! Ohhhhhhh! Eeeeeeeeee!" She groaned as Jenny's tongue wreaked havoc on her sensitive cunt.
Becky spread her thighs wider as Jenny's tongue tasted her sweet, hot juices. Jenny could feel the other woman's hands grasp the back of her head and force her face deeper into the wet pussy. She felt the woman grinding her cunt into her face and heard her squealing in bliss.
"Ohhhh, yeesss! You pussy-eating bitch! You're making me come!"
She drove Becky over the brink, and when the woman came, in a series of wild spasms, Jenny continued to suck and eat the creamy cunt juices.