“England is wonderful but it isn’t home.”
Paul carried the cups over and handed her one while sipping at the other. Sarah took hers and both stood looking into each other’s eyes as they sipped at the hot liquid, both thinking the same thing – how long before they would stop the formalities and tumble into bed?
* * * * *
Peggy felt the dampness well in her eyes as she saw the blonde woman clinch with Paul. Their kiss was so hot she imagined she felt the blast of its warmth all the way across the road. Who was that bitch? A tear trickled down her cheek as the two turned to go into the house. Peggy let go the curtain and ran into her bedroom where she threw herself onto the bed.
“How could he?” She sobbed, clutching the covers to her mouth as if to suckle on them. Oh, fuck how she loved him but obviously he didn’t reciprocate that love. Who was the blonde bimbo he was carting into his house? During their night of passion Paul hadn’t mentioned anyone. The rest of her day was one of misery, most of it spent with her face buried in a clench of tissue.
Evening shadows clutched with purple fingers at dying sunlight as Sol slipped wearily behind the western horizon. Over the road the BMW rested exactly where Sarah had parked that morning, its deep maroon now fading to black with the failing light. No one had come out of the house all day. Peggy knew, she had watched from her window through tear-blurred eyes hoping that the ‘bitch’ was leaving soon. Her mood had improved somewhat and she hadn’t soaked a tissue in almost two hours rationalizing that her crying wasn’t going to mend her heart nor rend his. No, she had to do something. She had to seize her man, wrest him away from that awful woman. Peggy smiled as she made her way to the bathroom for a hot shower.
Water poured over her, hot and sensuous. She soaped herself liberally with her favorite rose scented soap, working the lather into her ample breasts. Paul’s smiling face showed in her mind as she rubbed the slippery bar across her nipples dwelling there, rubbing in small circles as she indulged in a simple fantasy. She saw his huge cock, wet with precum and eager to please her. Eyes closed she let her hand wander down until she could slip the bar of soap between her legs. It felt so good, wet warm soapy suds and a soft bar of soap slipping in the valley of her pussy. Slowly rolling the bar Peggy concentrated on the tingling sensation in her clit as her ministrations excited that hard little love knot.
“Oh, Paul. Don’t you know I love you, my darling?” She whispered as she slipped a soapy finger into her pussy and slowly stroked herself as deeply as she could go. Water poured, time swirled by and soon she shuddered with her orgasm. Her eyes sprang open and Peggy gasped as she realized she’d been in a deep trance. The rest of her ablutions took little time before she shut off the water and stepped onto the mat.
* * * * *
Another balmy night. Summer was going to be a bitch if the warm spring weather was any indication. Darkness was now complete lit up only by the sodium vapor streetlights and the smiling crescent of the moon. Peggy crossed the road unconcerned with who might be watching. Her short skirt, hugging her hips then flaring to mid thigh, blew around her in the gentle breeze creating a tantalizing peep show if any hot-blooded male had been watching. She kept her eyes on the square of dim light that was Paul’s bedroom and navigated to the very same spot where she’d spied on him a few nights before.
Paul lay back on the bed. Sarah straddled him and from his position her breasts partly obscured her face. Muted highlights outlined her hair as she smiled deliciously down at him. He groaned as he felt her shift on his cock buried, as it was, so deep inside her. This was the umpteenth fuck for the day and he wondered vaguely whether he would have calluses on his cock by tomorrow. Fuck, she had an appetite for sex like you wouldn’t believe. His reverie was shattered by a flood of passion as she began rocking back and forth, sucking on his shaft with her eager pussy. His hands reached up and found her firm tits, fingers eagerly grasping at her erect nipples.
Outside Peggy watched them. She saw Sarah from behind, her body hiding Paul’s face but by his groans Peggy knew he was enjoying himself. As she craned her neck to get a view around the blonde woman, Sarah rose up a little on her knees causing Paul’s cock to slip partially out of her pussy. Peggy caught her breath as she saw his tight balls and his thick shaft, glistening with pussy juice, probing straight up into Sarah’s cunt. The blonde woman sat down on that big cock again and it disappeared from Peggy’s view, but not before she felt a twinge in her own pussy. Her breath caught as she eagerly waited for that view again. She didn’t have to wait long. Once again Sarah rose and Paul’s cock slid back into view, his balls jiggling ever so slightly as Sarah’s cunt gripped his cock briefly before letting it slide out.
By now Peggy felt her pussy getting wet. She slipped a hand under her dress and explored herself with trembling fingers. Her eyes feasted hungrily on the vision of Sarah and Paul fucking on the bed and the sensuous sight of cock sliding in and out of a pussy. Suddenly Peggy understood something. It wasn’t just Paul’s huge cock that was turning her on. Sarah’s hot, wet pussy was sending exciting mini-fantasies spinning in her head like an X-rated kaleidoscope. Peggy wanted to feel that pussy. She wanted to taste it, press her face into it and smell the aroma of a woman’s scent in her nostrils. She wanted to fuck Sarah as much as Paul!
“Oh my God!” She whispered. Her legs trembled as a finger slid under her panty line and wriggled into her sopping pussy. “I think I’m bi!”
Inside Sarah had dismounted and edged backward until she was able to take Paul’s cock in her hand, guiding it into her mouth. In this position she had her ass in the air, her head pressing into Paul’s lap and her pussy smiling side-on at Peggy looking through the window. Peggy began breathing quickly and her finger moved faster, dipping in and out of her pussy as she stroked herself towards an orgasm. Sarah was shaved and her delightful pink pussy seemed to be blowing Peggy a wet kiss as her ass moved in rhythm with her sucking of Paul’s cock. It was too much. Peggy just had to have some, and if it meant risking all then she was willing to take the chance. Silently she slipped into the darkness heading along the route she’d taken a few nights before.
* * * * *
Peggy slipped out of her clothes just outside Paul’s bedroom door as she listened to the sounds of passion coming from within that room. Slowly pushing the door ajar, she put an eye to the expanding gap. Paul had his head tilted back, his eyes squeezed shut while Sarah worked on his thick cock with her hands and mouth. She had two thirds of Paul’s massive member in her mouth while she massaged his balls, stroking the exposed shaft intermittently. So deeply involved in sucking cock was she that Peggy’s entrance into the room went completely unnoticed.
Slowly Peggy circled the two, her eyes taking in every detail. Sarah’s mouth moving up and down on Paul’s shaft. Her big firm tits jiggling slightly with every motion and her smooth buttocks thrust up high into the air. Moving behind the other woman, peggy got to view Sarah’s hot pussy up close. She could smell the sweet, musky perfume of a sexually aroused cunt and it switched on all her circuits. Still moving silently she stepped closer to the other woman’s butt and kissed her on her pussy lips.
“What the fuck…?” Sarah’s head shot up as she jerked her butt away from the warm mouth that had planted itself onto her pussy. Paul’s eyes shot open as Sarah rolled off, landing on her feet.
“Peggy! What the fuck are you…?”
“Who the fuck is…?
Confusion reigned as Paul and Sarah tried to establish; how Peggy had gotten into his bedroom and (Sarah) “who the fuck is this woman, Paul?” and (Paul)…Oh my God, Like, how do I explain this naked woman in my bedroom?
Peggy just smiled and pirouetted, her arms held high like a ballerina while the two of them got some kind of communication happening. It was Paul that finally broke out of the fragmented chaos that was not quite a conversation.
“Um…Sarah. This is Peggy, my across-the-road neighbour.” He pointed at her with a drooping finger and that droop, she noticed, had extended to his cock as well. “She is a…um…friend of mine.”
“Obviously!” Sarah’s voice was ice crystals chiming in a cold wind. “Enemies don’t usually come dressed like that! What is she doing here?”
It was peculiar but Sarah stood covering her breasts with both hands while her pussy stayed in plain view as if it was important to Sarah that this intruder did not see her tits.
Paul looked glumly at Peggy, nodding his head. “Good question, Peggy. What are you doing here? Why have you come in here… naked?”
Peggy pouted at him, then turned her attention to the other woman. “Sarah is it? Has anyone told you that you look absolutely gorgeous?”
Sarah gaped and one hand rose self consciously to pat at her hair, now mussed up after love-making. She looked at Paul in bewilderment pleading for his help with her large green eyes.
“You do, you know. I was watching you from the window and then I thought to myself how much I would like to hug you, kiss you, make love to you. You are a very sexy woman Sarah.”
As she spoke she stepped the little distance between them to gather Sarah’s shoulders in one arm while gently stroking her hair with the other. Sarah tensed up as Peggy drew her close. Her first kiss fell on Sarah’s tight lips and Paul rose from the bed.
“Peggy, what the fuck are you doing?” He sounded more bewildered than angry and, as he gripped her shoulders, she felt no power in his hold.
“Hush, sweetheart. I’m seducing your woman. Wait your turn.”
Sarah had relaxed somewhat, obviously understanding that whatever Peggy was up to, she was not going to harm her. Besides there was something electric in that first tentative kiss – something Sarah had never experienced before. Somehow she hoped there would be another.
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