Amanda Dillon wasn't sure she should have accepted Bob Samuelson's invitation to spend the night at his house. She had danced with him at the wedding reception, and during one particularly passionate clutch, he asked her if she wanted to spend the night at his house so they could do more than dance.
"My wife and daughter are out of town," Bob whispered in her ear. "We can have a lot of fun."
Amanda, a detective sergeant on the Jamestown Police Department, recalled how she discovered what a terrific lover Bob Samuelson was. She gained that knowledge when she stopped by his house a few months earlier to do a security evaluation, and accepted his invitation although she did have reservations.
"I should forget this and tell him to take me home," the attractive detective told herself, but she kept silent as Bob drove them his home. "I mean, what the hell will happen if his wife comes home unexpectedly."
They arrived at the Samuelson home. Bob pulled into the driveway, shut off his car, then he turned and looked at Amanda. "Shall we go inside?" he asked.
"Ah...sure, I guess we better," Amanda replied.
The door opened and Amanda got the biggest shock of her life. A very attractive blonde woman stood inside the front door, smiling at Amanda. "Hi," the blonde said. "You must be Amanda. Bob called earlier and said you might be coming home with him. Please, come in, Amanda. I'm Joanna Samuelson."
Amanda, totally confused, followed Bob into the house. She wanted to grab him and ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but didn't really know what to say.
Bob, smiling, put his arms around Amanda and kissed her on the forehead. "You see what I meant about her, Joanna?" he asked.
"Yes, I certainly do," Joanna replied. Showing no trace of jealousy, she smiled at Amanda. "I'm so glad you decided to accept Bob's invitation, Amanda," she said. She stunned the detective when she walked over to her and gave her a hug. "Bob's told me so much about you. I've been dying to meet you. I wish I'd have been able to make the wedding, but I had another engagement."
Amanda stiffened at first in the blonde's woman's, then, feeling caring and warmth exuding from the gorgeous woman, she relaxed and returned the embrace.
"I...I'm glad you...ah, Bob invited me," Amanda replied. This was entirely too weird! She looked at Bob's wife, who was still standing next to her. Joanna Samuelson certainly was beautiful. No more than five feet tall, she was petite, but quite buxom. Her breasts were surprisingly large, and looked even more so because she was so petite, but they looked as if they didn't need much support. The rest of her tiny body was remarkably well-shaped. She wore her blonde hair shoulder-length, and styled nicely.
"You'll be using the spare bedroom upstairs," Joanna said. "Come on, I'll show you." She led Amanda upstairs and showed her to the room she'd be staying in. "Make yourself comfortable, Amanda," Joanna told her. "Our bedroom's just down the hall, if you need anything. There's a nightgown you can use in the closet." She squeezed Amanda's hand, then left the room.
"This is really bizarre. I should have gone home," Amanda thought as she stripped her clothes off and prepared to get in bed. She thought she and Bob were going to be able to get it on, but it sure didn't look like that now. In fact, it looked she'd be sleeping alone. With his wife home, there would be one of Bob's passionate love-making for her tonight. Joanna would be the lucky woman getting that. Jealousy swept over her. "What the fuck was I thinking?" she mused. "Boy, was this ever a dumb move!"
Amanda decided not to wear a nightgown and slid under the covers in the king-sized bed naked. As she lay there, trying to go to sleep, all she could do was imagine Bob making love to his wife, instead of her. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was his hands moving over Joanna's body, and his erection, poised and ready, about to spear deep into his wife the way it had speared into her the last time she was here. She could picture the petite blonde, writhing in passion, as her husband's swollen shaft plunged into her.
Amanda struggled in vain to stop the lustful thoughts. And the damning thing was that her voyeuristic thoughts, in addition to making her jealous, were arousing her! "Son-of-a-bitch!" she thought, "The last thing I need to do is to get myself even more turned on than I already am. Especially since there isn't a damn thing I can do about it! Why the hell didn't I just go back to my place?"
The arousing thoughts of Bob and Joanna making love persisted, despite Amanda's best efforts to banish them. She took a magazine off the table next to the bed and tried to read, but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept flashing visions of Bob and Joanna, tightly wrapped against each other, making passionate love.
There was a soft knock at the door. Before Amanda could say anything, it opened. Her heart began to pound. Had Bob slipped away from his wife after she fell asleep. Had he come to her room to make love to her now? Amanda no longer cared that if he had, she'd be getting seconds. All she wanted was to have Bob's cock plunging into her, no matter who it had been in before that.
"Amanda, are you still awake?" a soft feminine voice said.
Amanda felt a flash of disappointment. It was Joanna, not Bob, who had come to her room. Was this some kind of sick punishment being levied on her because she slept with Bob? "Ah...yeah, I...I still am," Amanda replied. She pulled the covers up to shield her nudity from the other woman's view. She should have worn a nightgown. Hell, she should have gone home!
Joanna walked across the room, her dynamite body barely covered by a long, sheer, pale blue robe. Amanda was again taken by how strikingly beautiful and self-assured the older woman was. Joanna's hair, which had been styled perfectly earlier, was mussed. "Bob probably screwed the shit out of her!" Amanda thought bitterly. "Damn, him! Damn them! I have to be the biggest idiot this side of the Rockies!"
"Is everything all right" Joanna asked softly. "Are you comfortable, Amanda?"
"I...I think so," Amanda replied.
"I know all this probably seems strange to you," Joanna said softly. She sat down on the bed next to Amanda. "But Bob and I really are glad to have you here."
Not knowing why, Amanda began to cry. Joanna was being so nice, Amanda felt guilty. She'd slept with this woman's husband! And she'd come here tonight expecting to sleep with him again! Not only that, she'd been angry because Bob was making love to Joanna. And then Joanna had to go and be so nice to her!
"There, now..." Joanna murmured. She moved closer to Amanda and put her arms around the crying woman. Joanna's action was so natural, and Amanda felt so bad that, without thinking, she allowed herself to be drawn into the older woman's comforting embrace. She desperately needed comforting and was unaware that, in moving into Joanna's embrace, she'd dropped the covers and was nearly naked in Joanna's arms.
Amanda sobbed out her sorrow on Joanna's shoulder for quite a while. The blonde's warm embrace helped. Then Joanna, in her soft, lovely voice, said, "Go ahead, dear, let it out. I understand how confused and upset you must be. A good cry always helps."
Joanna began to rub Amanda's back, and as she calmed down, Amanda realized she was uncovered. She found Joanna's touch both calming and faintly disturbing. The tension that had resulted in tears was being replaced by tension of a different, more wonderful, kind. Was it possible she was so horny she could be getting turned on another woman's touch?
