JESSICA ONE
Blonde, blue-eyed Jessica Lambert was in her mid-twenties and married to a man ten years her senior. He made a good salary, had no bad habits, and was faithful. Perhaps she should have been the happiest woman in Poplar Point, and in ways she was. But she had lived a sheltered life sexually in that small town. She had never had an orgasm, and the only sex position she had ever known was missionary style. Also, no session with hubby George (the only man Jessica had ever fucked) lasted longer than two minutes. Bummer.
George’s religion had convinced him that sex was strictly for procreation and should be simple, fast, and not too frequent. Though Jessica accompanied him to the Church of the Narrow Way every Sunday, and listened to the same Bible-thumping sermons, she didn’t quite buy into the whole religious thing as far as sex was concerned. She knew there was something lacking in her love life, and when she and George acquired a personal computer she began exploring sex on line while he was at his office, running the local water company. Needless to say, she quickly learned a thing or two about what other people did, and that added to her unease.
Frustration sometimes produces bizarre behavior, and on a certain summer evening our small-town housewife was seated in front of a darkened window in her bedroom while hubby was downstairs watching a shoot-em-up on TV. The curtains of her window were drawn aside, and Jessica was staring at a window of Edith Wilson’s house next door.
Edith had taken in a roomer to help her make ends meet after her husband died, and it happened that the roomer’s window was directly opposite Jessica’s. What’s more, the fellow was in the habit of leaving his shade up with his window open on warm nights and Jessica, God help her, had taken to sitting in the dark and watching him as he took his clothes off and walked around in the nude.
The roomer’s name was Frank. He and Jessica had met a couple of times while going and coming from their respective houses, and he had smiled at her but was not talkative. About Jessie’s age, he was tall and well-built. Just how well-built was not apparent when Jessie saw him on the street, but when she gazed into his lighted bedroom at night and watched him moving about au naturel, the most impressive feature of his build became obvious: Frank had a very large and handsome cock.
Jessica was no expert on cocks because the only one she had ever seen was her husband’s and she had never gotten more than a fleeting glimpse as George was not one to show off. Statistically he had a dingus which was average in length and girth while Frank was one of those fellows who was extraordinarily endowed. Hanging low and swaying as he walked, Frank’s cock was an eye opener to Jessie, and she wondered what the meaty marvel looked like when aroused, standing up hard, its knob swollen with lust. So far, she had never seen him in that state because he had never brought a woman to his room nor even masturbated unless he did it with the lights out, depriving Jessica of what would have been an entertaining show.
The man seemed to be living like a monk and what a waste that was, Jessica thought. Still, she hoped that some evening something would happen in Frank’s bedroom to make all her stealthy stakeouts worthwhile. In the meantime, she settled for the mere sight of his dangling dick and pendulous balls while touching herself tentatively through her clothes.
Tonight Jessica’s hope was realized in a surprising way. Frank brought a woman to his room and – holy shit! – she was no pickup from Buster’s Bar or a patron of the Poplar Point Garage where he worked. It was Edith Wilson herself, his landlady and Jessica’s neighbor, who hadn’t been laid since husband Harvey had expired nearly a year ago, and she must have finally figured that was long enough.
As Frank led the 40-year-old widow into his lighted bedroom, Jessica snapped to attention in her darkened domicile a mere 20 feet away. Both Frank and Edith were laughing and carrying glasses. Obviously they had launched a drinking party downstairs and were now moving it to a locale where they could more conveniently expand their activities into the erotic realm. In other words, they were about to fuck.
Jessica tensed and her pussy tingled. She spread her legs and reached up under her loose skirt to rub the lower front of her silky underpants while Frank and Edith stood for a time, nipping at their drinks as they talked and grabbed quick little kisses. After a bit he set his drink down and wrapped his arms around the landlady’s slender form. His mouth fused with hers, and one hand slid down her back to pet her trim buttocks through her pants. The short-haired brunette was an attractive woman, and the time was right to set aside her grief over Harvey.
As Jessica gazed at the tableau in the lighted bedroom, she feared that at any moment it might occur to one to the participants to close the window drapes. But then why should they? A glance told them that the window was dark across the way, making it appear that the Lamberts were both downstairs in their living room. Anyway, it was a warm night and Edith’s house had no air conditioning.
The embrace of Frank and Edith became more passionate after they set their drinks down, and his hands toured her restless body while their mouths seemed to devour each other. When the woman suddenly sank to her knees, Jessica caught her breath in anticipation.
Edith laughed as she plucked at the fly of Frank’s pants which had expanded at the front. He petted her sleek hairdo and said something with a broad smile on his face, but Jessie couldn’t hear because her window was closed with the a/c on.
Jessica’s eyes goggled as Frank’s fly came open and his eager cock speared out to stand thick and tall, the head like a large juicy plum. Edith looked up at the younger man before whom she knelt, and she must have made an approving remark because Frank continued to beam and his hands gently clamped onto her head, encouraging her to continue with what she obviously had in mind.
Jessica tingled with arousal as she watched Edith lick the young man’s cock all over and then, when she had it thoroughly glazed with her saliva, the neighbor lady took his prick into her mouth and began to suck on it. With the tender guidance of Frank’s hands, still wrapped around her head, Edith slowly pumped her mouth down and up, down on up on his lollapalooza, her cheek concave as she sucked hard.
Jessie had never sucked a cock and wasn’t sure she would like it, but she kind of wanted to find out. One night when she finally got up the nerve to suggest to George that they try some “new things”, he gave her a lecture on decency, condemning “perversions” which were sinful in the eyes of God.
Edith attended the same church that Jessica and Frank went to, but apparently she didn’t consider it sinful to suck dick…or else she didn’t give a shit. She appeared to be enjoying herself as she aggressively mouthed Frank’s big dong, and that made Jessica all the more interested in trying it. But when and with whom? Certainly not with George, though was she really ready to commit adultery?
Frank lifted Edith to her feet. Her face was flushed and she laughed giddily as he guided her to a sitting position on the edge of his bed. Then it was his turn to drop to his knees. Gripping the top of her pants, he yanked them down, working them out from under her butt as she giggled. In a wink they were gone, along with her flats, and Frank crawled closer between her spread knees. She bent and kissed him on the mouth as he undid her blouse. Off it came, followed by her bra.
Edith’s small tits were shapely and tipped by rigidly extended nipples. They drew Frank’s lips for some quick sucking kisses, then as Edith picked up her glass and sipped some more booze he removed her white panties and lay them on the carpet next to hi
s knees. Gripping her behind each thigh, he lifted her legs in the air an
d spread them wide apart. Bending his shaggy head, he pressed his mouth to her cunt.
Edith nearly spilled her drink as she nervously set her glass down, then sank onto her back across the bed and gave herself over to the thrill of having her long-neglected pussy licked and sucked. Frank obviously enjoyed her tangy taste and sexy scent as he ate her twat with gusto, and she responded by petting his head and issuing moans that were loud enough for Jessica to hear through her closed window.
Oh, if only that were me, Jessie thought as she slid a hand into her panties and manipulated the moist, pliant lips of her pussy while staring into the room next door. She imagined that her fingers were a man’s tongue and lips. George’s? Frank’s? She rubbed herself more purposefully and began to twiddle her clit. Though it felt very good, shame had always kept her from bringing herself to climax in this way.
After awhile Frank rose to his feet and undressed rapidly, his rampant cock whipping to and fro, then he climbed atop the bed and atop Edith who now lay the long way of the mattress. As her legs came up to receive him and draw him in, Jessica’s side perspective revealed his rigid dick poking into Edith’s crotch and then all the way into Edith, stuffing her with his manhood and making her moan loudly.
Frank’s bare butt began to bob between the lady’s legs which now were crossed high on his back, and she obviously was thrilled silly as he fucked her with long, strong, steady strokes. After awhile, he tossed her onto her tummy and cocked her ass in the air so that he could go at her from behind. He once more parted her pussy-lips with his woman-pleaser and invaded her hot throbbing cunt. He banged her beautifully, his front slapping her buttocks as he stroked in and out, in and out.
Jessica was beside herself now as she lolled in her chair facing the window, her hand working her pussy to the brink of orgasm…but oh no, she mustn’t go that far! Still, it felt awfully good as she diddled herself and watched her neighbor get royally fucked.
“Jessica…are you IN here?”
Oh, shit!
“Y-yes.” Jessica managed. “Don’t turn on the light.”
George stood in the doorway, first straining his eyes to see his wife in the darkness, then noticing the glow from the next door window. Jessica leaped up by that time and was shutting the drapes, but he nevertheless had caught a glimpse of what was happening in the neighbor’s house.
“Jessica!” he barked in an accusatory tone. Husband and wife faced each other, she red-faced with embarrassment and he staring at her in shock. “They were having sex in that room.” he went on, “and you were watching them. I can’t believe it!”
“You can’t believe they were having sex or that I was watching?” Jessica was suddenly in a defiant mood, and her eyes flashed.
George gulped because she rarely spoke up to him in that tone and with such a look on her face. He was, after all, the master of the house and he played the part with authority despite the fact that he was not a man of imposing presence. He had a very slender build, was balding, and wore rimless glasses.
“Did you see who that was?” Jessica continued. “It was Edith and her new roomer, and yes, they were having sex! People do it all the time – MOST people, that is.” Jessie was on a roll and she couldn’t stop. “Not only that but Edith…well, damn it, she sucked the guy’s cock! And you know what, he ate her fucking pussy! So what do you think of that, George? Hmmmm?” Jessica’s cheeks were flaming. She had never used such language before.
“JESSICA! I can’t believe I heard those words from you! And those fornicators, they were doing sinful things. They are going to hell.”
“And because I watched does that mean I am going to hell, too?” she demanded.
There was silence, and it became clear that George could not assure her that her petty sin, if sin it was, amounted to merely a misdemeanor. He was actually considering whether she might be consigned to hell herself for watching. Suddenly she saw her husband in a new light. What a narrow, stupid man he was!
“Okay,” she said, “it’s time to have something out. You and I have a very different view of religion.”
George blinked, still astounded, “We go to church together.”
“Yes, and I’m not going to go with you any more. How about that! The church has given you a crazy idea about sex, that it’s nasty and sinful. Well, it isn’t! I wish we had more of it. And I wish it was better!” Jessica’s eyes were still flashing, and her breasts heaved in her light blouse.
“Those are the devil’s words!” George raged. “A demon is in you, and there’s only one way to get him out.”
He reached swiftly, grasped Jessica by an arm, and spun her face-forward onto the bed. She gasped, and he sprang after her, landing on his knees. While holding her down with one hand against her back, he pulled up her loose-fitting skirt with the other. Her curvy ass was cuddled by pink nylon panties.
George, in trousers and an open-collared shirt, straddled his wife’s bare legs and looked down at her pretty bottom. He began to spank her, swinging one hand and then the other, smacking her ass from opposite directions, making her butt-cheeks quiver in their silky cover. Jessica wailed because the spanking hurt. But more than that, she felt humiliated. Yes, and turned on, too!
George hadn’t spanked her for a long time and, though she was outraged, she nevertheless enjoyed it. When they were first married, she used to deliberately provoke him so that he would pull up her skirt and pop her on the panties. Both of them seemed to have fun with it then. And though George had said he was chasing a demon, Jessie began to wonder if he wasn’t enjoying himself right now, spanking her cheeky ass and listening to her holler.
Next George did something he had never done before and hooked a finger around the top elastic of her silky underpants and pulled them down, baring the beautiful bottom that he had been slapping atop her panties. He continued spanking her, now on her bare asscheeks which bounced and jiggled, and it sounded sexy as hell when he smacked them with the flat of his hand.
Jessica quit struggling and grasped the bedclothes with both hands while excitement roiled within her, building on the stimulation she had received as she watched Frank and Edith. Instead of crying out in protest, Jessie was mewling and moaning, enjoying the sting of her husband’s hand against her bare behind.
She also was very wet where she lived and hoping against hope that George would switch from punishment mode to something even more enjoyable for both of them. She tried to wriggle her panties down further, then felt her husband grasp them right at the crotch (getting his fingers wet, no doubt) and yank them along her legs and off. He was no longer straddling her legs, either, but instead lifted her at the hips so that her ass was in the air. What! George had never approached her this way before. Doggy style was “sinful”, wasn’t it?
Her lust-possessed husband took just moments to free his aroused cock from his clothing and to grind the head of it into Jessica’s sizzling slit. “Ooh, yessss!” she hissed as he slid his dick all the way up inside her. He began to grind, then pull and thrust, thrilling the nerve-ends in her vagina. Oh, if he could just make it last!
Her hand was down underneath her, twiddling her clit while George’s hard cock burrowed in her pussy. She plucked her hot little flesh-tip, squeezing and rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.
“Yesss…ooh yessss…dooooo it!” she exhorted her suddenly passion-mad mate. “Fuck me! Ooh God, George, fuck me goood!”
George became an animal, balling his wife with a frenzy he had never shown before, pumping his pecker rapidly in her hot hole. For the first time in their marri
ed life, Jessie was approaching climax, and it was so close she could almost grasp it. She knew what she had seen in th
e bedroom next door had helped, plus the angry confrontation with George that had given her a new spirit of who she was and what she needed. But she still couldn’t quite gain the prize.
“Oh shit!” Jessica cried. “Fuck me, fuck me! Don’t stop! Jesus Christ, I need to get there!”
Like a benediction from heaven, Jessica got her orgasm, and it was wonderful! Warmth suffused her entire body followed by a total release of tension. At last she knew what all the noise was about.
“Ooh, Georgie…Georgie…Georgie…” she purred, drawing his face to her with both hands and kissing him wetly on the mouth. She hadn’t called him “Georgie” in years.
He pulled away. “Well, I hope you’re satisfied,” he said, zipping up his pants.
“You’re NOT?” she asked.
“I sinned, taking you from behind like an animal.”
“Oh, shit,” Jessica sighed.
Their marriage was still a work in progress, but now she dared to believe there was hope. George had proved he was a sensual being even though he still refused to accept the fact. She thought of Edith and Frank. Why couldn’t George relax and enjoy sex like they did and like she herself was now eager to do?
She had to experience more excitement like she had known today, and she had to draw George into it. After all they were husband and wife, and she wanted to keep her marriage intact. George was a good man even if he was confused, and she dared to hope he might prove to be the lover she had always needed. He certainly was just now!
Jessica began to plan…