The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Wife's Wild Ass Chapter 5

... house for a few minutes. She put the water on to make a cup of coffee. She grinned with the wry thought that a cup of coffee was a damned poor substitute for a pussy full of cuntjuice. Then she giggled when she thought that she might have a cream bun with it. Thinking of cream, she remembered that she had not yet fetched the milk from the doorstep. She went on through to the front door. Because she was still naked, not having bothered to dress or don a robe, she opened the door only a crack and glanced out, to make sure that there was no one who might see her. No one saw her. But Caroline saw Darleen. Darleen had just gone past the front of the house. She must have left her own house only a moment before the telephone rang, Caroline figured. Caroline was about to call out to the girl and invite her in for coffee and all the other creamy elements of their usual breakfast. But then Darleen turned in to the house next door. Caroline scowled. Her good friend Darleen was visiting the new neighbor--a sexy, red- headed divorcee. Why? Caroline didn't at all like what she was imagining. She gazed out and saw that there was a smile on Darleen's pretty face--that face belonged buried between Caroline's thighs, and no others! She saw the door open and Helen Ramsey stood there, looking as sexy as always, smiling back at Darleen in an intimate fashion. It took a moment for Caroline to realize what the strange emotion was that was swelling up in her. Then she recognized it. Caroline was ...

... jealous! She watched as Helen Ramsey drew the door open wider, so that Darleen could enter the house. As Darleen went in, moving past Helen, her head turned so that they continued to look at each other. Helen's sensual lips moved. Caroline could not hear what she was saying, but whatever it was it caused Darleen to giggle. The two, lusty redhead and lithe brunette, were still gazing at each other as the door closed behind them. They looked at each other--how? As if they were sharing a secret? Conspiratorially? Was there tenderness and affection there, or merely naughtiness? Caroline couldn't really tell. Then the door was closed and there was nothing more to see. Caroline felt depressed about it. She went back to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the table. She no longer felt like a cream bun and she drank her coffee black. She was trying her best to think logically but her emotions kept getting in the way. Each time she had a nice, reasonable concept, out jumped a green-eyed mountain lion of an emotion to pounce on it and savage it out of shape. She recalled that she had seen a lot less of Darleen ever since the redhead had moved in. She hadn't really thought of it before. Their affair had never been constant or demanding, they just got together when they felt like it--but now that lessening frequency had taken on sinister overtones. Caroline felt sure that Darleen must be having an affair with the redhead. She wondered how it had started and when. She ...