Passion in James County XIII
Nancy's Quest
By D.C. Roi
Chapter twenty-three
"Don't forget, we're having dinner with Fran and Dick tonight," Nancy told her husband while they were getting ready for work one Friday morning. They had been best friends with Fran and Dick Melanson for almost ten years.
George got a dreamy look on his face and licked his lips. "There's no way I wouldn't remember," he said, grinning. "I'm looking forward to it. You know how much I like Fran's meatloaf."
"You better hope that's what she's making tonight, then," Nancy teased. "You want me to call and ask her if that's what we're having tonight? I'll beg off if she's planning something ordinary like prime rib or steak."
"What would Emily Post think if you did that?" her husband chuckled. "Don't call her, I'll settle for whatever she makes." He walked across the bedroom, wrapped his arms around his wife, and kissed her. "She's almost as good a cook as you are."
"You better say that, buster!" Nancy joshed. "Now let me go, I have to make sure Dawn and the boys are ready for school, then get to work."
"Your folks are picking Dawn up at school, right?" George said.
"I told you that last night," Nancy replied.
"I thought you did," her husband responded. "I was just checking. And the boys are going to my parents place, right?"
"Yes," Nancy said.
Nancy got to work and found that, for a change, her day passed quickly. For the first time in along time, she finished what she needed to do and was able to leave work almost an hour early. She thought about going home, but decided instead to go right to their friends' house and see if she could help Fran with dinner preparations.
When she pulled into the driveway of the Melanson's house, she noticed that George's car was already there. "George must have gotten off work early, too," she mused as she got out of her car and started up the walk. "I wonder where Dick is. His car isn't here. Wouldn't it be odd if he had to work late one of the few nights George and I didn't?"
She walked into the house without knocking, which she usually did, and was surprised that nobody was there, nor did there appear to be any signs of meal preparation. "What the heck is going on?" she wondered. "Where is everybody?"
She was about to call out, when she heard what sounded like moans. It sounded as if they were coming from upstairs, so she started up the stairs, wanting to know what was going on.
When she reached the top of the stairs, Nancy could hear the sounds much more clearly. They were coming from the master bedroom. She moved noiselessly down the hall and put her ear against the bedroom door. She realized what she was hearing were sounds of passion and began to tremble.
"Fran! Ohh!" Stunned, Nancy realized the source of the passionate exclamation she'd just heard was her husband!
"How can something this wrong feel this good?" George moaned.
Determined to confirm what she believed what was happening on the other side of the closed door, Nancy reached out a trembling hand and tried the doorknob. It turned, and she pushed the door open slightly, then peeked inside. What she saw made her feel as if her heart was going to explode! Fran Melanson was on her knees next to her bed, giving Nancy's husband a blow-job!
George, naked, was standing next to the bed and could see her husband's legs trembling while their gorgeous friend worked on his cock with her mouth. Fran was much more full-bodied than Nancy. Stunned, Nancy continued to watch.
"God, Fran, does that ever feel good!" George crooned. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her face against him. "Oh, God, does it ever!" Frantically, his hips moved, fucking his cock into Fran's mouth.
Nancy realized that her husband was very close to coming. Tears filled her eyes and she leaned against the door, but she couldn't stop watching. She couldn't move.
"Fran! My God!" George moaned, "I...I don't want to come like this! I want you!"
The beautiful, full-bodied woman let George's cock slide from her mouth and gazed hotly up at him. "Do you really want me, George?" she murmured.
"Oh, God, I know this is wrong, but yes!" George cried. He dropped to his knees, pulled Fran into his arms, and kissed her. "I have to have you! Now!"
Fran, still on her knees, turned so her back was to George. "Take me, then!" she said.
George, holding his cock in his hand, shuffled behind Fran, then he thrust his swollen organ into her vagina. His hands dug into her hips and he began to lunge against her like a mad bull. His wild movements caused her body to quiver.
Nancy could hear her husband's legs slap against Fran's ass as his cock plumbed her depths.
"Yes! Oh, George, yes!" Fran cried. Her hands raked the thick shag carpet which covered the bedroom floor and her dangling breasts quivered while Nancy's husband continued his lusty onslaught. "Harder! Yes, George, that's it! Harder! Fuck me harder! Yes! Uhhhhhhhh! Take me! Take me! Now! Oh! Oh! Now! Noww!" the lust-maddened woman cried as she came. Her body continued to buck wildly.
"Ahh!" George cried. His face was beet-red as he, too came. His fingers dug Fran's flesh as he spewed his hot cream into her.
When the couple in the bedroom came, Nancy rolled around so her back was to the wall next to the door. She stayed like that, tears streaming down her cheeks, as the impact of what she'd just witnessed swept over her. Her husband was cheating on her! With their best friend's wife! Anger and pain filled her mind. She straightened up and turned, intending to march into the bedroom and confront the two naked people. But, somehow, her legs wouldn't do what she wanted them to. She couldn't move.
"Fran, my God! We...we shouldn't have done this!" George exclaimed breathlessly as he and Fran clutched each other, temporarily sated.
"Why not?" Fran replied. "After what Dick did to me, I'm not sorry." She kissed George. "I'm glad we did it. God, you're some kind of stud, you know that?"
