"Uuuuuhhh," the red-headed housewife moaned. "I'm so glad! Soooo glad!"
Heather was happy to be alive, to be experiencing pleasure once again. And what intense, debauched pleasure it was! Delicious! Wilder than her wildest dreams!
In the midst of her erotic stimulation, Heather made herself a vow. She would never let herself be without pleasure again. It was a part of her. It was something she needed. If Tom didn't want to give it to her, it was obvious she could find people who would.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried deliriously as her mouth worked busily up between Linda's cunt-lips. She ground her ass salaciously in the air, encouraging Linda's big husband to fuck her longer, deeper, harder.
She wanted everything he could dish out!
"Ohhhh, yeah, baby!" Jake's throaty grunts berayed the extent of his own arousal. He was having the time of his life – fucking his beautiful young neighbor while she sucked his wife's cunt! This was the kind of thing wet dreams were made of!
Clenching his teeth in iron determination, he gripped Heather's hips firmly and lunged his cock into her clinging pussy in long, hard, rhythmic strokes. Her tight cunt-walls never gave him a moment's respite from erotic tension. They nibbled on his cock relentlessly, shooting tantalizing pleasure-darts through his kneeling body. "Baby, you're the greatest!" he told her. But at the same time, he was smiling at his wife, letting her know that the compliment was, meant for her, too. "I love you, baby," be told her.
"I love you, too, honey!"
Heather was oblivious to the older couple's words. She was too busy concentrating on the staccato cock-thrusts that were sending her temperature up to the boiling point and making her heart beat to bursting.
"Christ, I feel good!"
Heather's exclamation was a pure guts expression of her feelings. She had found what she had been miming for so long. She had found pleasure for her body and sweet abandon for her mind. She had rediscovered the hedonist's relish for all things good in life!
"Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm cummingg!"
Once again the overwhelming rush of pleasure release soared through Heather's gyrating body. Only this time was far more intense than the last time or the lime before last. It was a building thing. She felt she could keep on cumming and it would just get better and better.
Faithful to her task between her girl friend's legs, Heather continued to stab her tongue into Linda's pussy. Her own jolting release made her mouth caresses more abandoned than ever.
"Oh, Heather! Darling, that's good! Me, too, baby! I'm cummingg!"
Linda's loud protests of pleasure were followed by low, abandoned grunts and moans. Her head rolled back against the couch. She was in never-never land.
Watching the sexy redhead and his wife get their rocks off excited Jake. It gave him the impetus he needed to let go. He shoved his cock deep into Heather's clutching cunt again… and again… and yet again…
"Christ Jee-zuz! Look out, girls, here I'm cumming!"
He could feel the thick load of his cum shooting deep into his neighbor's belly. His cock felt like it would never be able to cum again, so intense was the release, so tantalizing the build-up. When he had pumped his balls dry, he rolled down onto the rug, stretched out, and relaxed. His body was sated for the moment.
The three orgiasts were very quiet for several minutes. They were enjoying the residue of their climaxes, reliving the intensity of the experience. Heather still clutched Linda's thighs. Her head rested on her girl friend's pussy-mound.
She felt safe and warm and loved.
Linda reached down and stroked the redhead's face. "Heather darling, I invited you over for brunch and gave you my pussy instead." She giggled. "You must be starving. I know I am." Gently she rose to her feet, taking Heather's hand and helping her up.
"As a matter of fact I am. Let's get at it," Heather replied.
The two women went into the kitchen and prepared the meal. They had to wake Jake up when it was time to eat. He was still dozing comfortably on the living-room rug.
The three of them sat at the kitchen table in the nude and ate. Heather didn't feel the least bit self-conscious. She liked to go naked at home. It was fun to be able to do it with friends. And she enjoyed the way Jake's eyes ogled her tits from time to time.
"You sure are a good-looking woman, Heather," he told her, and she blushed with pleasure.
The redhead was feeling free of the frustrating isolation of her marriage. She hated the thought of going back to her ivory tower, shut off from people and events. She told her friends this.
"Maybe you should get a job," Linda suggested. "Working has its advantages. It's a way to meet people."
"Maybe you're right. But what could I do? I married Tom right out of school. The only job I've ever had was one summer when I worked as a waitress down at the Jake."
"Maybe I can help you with that, Heather." Jake had been thoughtful for some time, now he seemed enthusiastic. "A buddy of mine runs a real nice restaurant downtown. Steak and lobster and all that. He's been looking for a new hostess. A good-looking girl with some real class, you know? Well, I think you'd fit the bill perfectly."
Heather felt elated. It seemed that in one short day, whole new vistas had opened in her life. She toyed with the idea of getting out of the house and going to work… and the snore she thought, the more she liked it.
She wanted more out of life than four walls and a horny cunt.
Heather didn't think about working any more than afternoon. She was too busy playing with her friends.
CHAPTER FIVE
"No! Absolutely not! No wife of mine is going to go out to work!"
Tom was circling the breakfast table like a caged lion. His meal sat cold and untouched in his place. He was pounding his palm with his fist, his face beet-red.
Heather remained unshaken.
"Tom, darling, you don't understand. I wasn't asking your permission. I was simply stating a fact. I'm going to work, and I start today."
He leaned his arms on the table and stared at her, flabbergasted. She was sipping at her coffee, looking unperturbed. Linda had coached her concerning how to handle Tom if he objected to her working. Just be calm and determined, she had said. It's your life, not his. Don't let him push you around.
Heather's Irish heritage, which included red hair and a temper, helped her keep her resolve. The more Tom threatened her, the more determined she became.
Tom was looking at her suspiciously. "You mean you went right ahead and applied for the job and went for the interview and accepted it, without telling me a Goddamned thing about it?!" His voice rose to a sharp crescendo. "Who the fuck's the head of his house anyway?"
"Marriage is a partnership, Tom… made up of two individuals. I'm sure if you thought about it, you wouldn't want me to be staying at home if I was unhappy with that. Which I am."
"What are you up to, Heather?" His voice was calmer now, but it seethed with repressed emotion. The thought of his wife going to work chipped at the very care of his security.
"I'm not up to anything, Tom. I want to make my life more interesting, that's all."
"And what kind of job have you got that's so much more Goddamned interesting than being a good wife?"
"I'm going to be a hostess at Vesuvio's Lobster Grotto."
"A waitress?" he laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. "A waitress! What's so fucking interesting about being a waitress?"
"I'm not going to be a waitress. I'll show people to their seats, make sure everything is running smoothly. I'll be like the head girl."
Again he looked suspicious. "How come you got to be head girl? All the experience you've ever had is two months in a hamburger joint! Oh, I've got it. The boss likes redheads with big tits, right?"