Originally intended as a single, standalone story, I realised that as I wrote Part 1 there was a second tale to be told. So, this is it.
The story should be able to be read on its own, but I would recommend tackling Part 1 first, as this will give you background and insight into the characters.
*****
Frank pulled into his driveway. It had been an awful drive home, through torrential rain and vast puddles stretching across some of the roads. But, fortunately, most people had travelled earlier, or stayed at home having heard the weather warnings, so in terms of the amount of time he spent on the road, it wasn't quite so bad.
It was still spitting as he opened the car door and got out. He was about to rush to the front door when a movement caught the corner of his eye; it was Jennie, his wife, beckoning him from their neighbour George's porch. He left his briefcase in the car, locked it and jogged round into George's driveway to see what was going on.
Jennie put her arms around his neck and greeted him with a kiss, "Hello darling, George is cooking dinner for us. I'll explain everything shortly, but I think he's just about to serve up, so we'd better go in."
Frank couldn't help but notice two things; first that Jennie was barefoot and second that the she seemed to be bra-less. He couldn't help but feel her unfettered breasts push against his chest - especially with those nipples!
Having sat down at the table, George poured wine into each of their glasses and, having done so, proposed a toast.
"To good neighbours," he said. The couple repeated the toast and sipped the wine.
"That's a lovely wine George, where did you get it?"
"Would you believe Lidl?"
"You're joking!"
"Nope. Less than four quid a bottle. It's as good as wine that I've paid ten times that for."
"But it really is good." He took a larger swig and George topped up his glass. "So, George, how come you've cooked dinner for us?"
"Ah," said Jennie. "That's my fault. I was putting the bins out and the wind blew the door shut. I didn't have my keys, so George rescued me and took me in until you got home. I knew you'd be starving by the time you got back, but I wouldn't have your dinner ready and you would have had to wait another half hour for me to whip something up. That's when George offered to cook for the three of us. I honestly thought you might be a bit later looking at the weather, but your timing was perfect."
They ate and drank, talking about the latest national and local news and anything else that came to mind. They were enjoying the wine so much that it was natural for George to open a second bottle to accompany dessert.
Finally, Frank returned to the subject of Jennie's lock-out, "So how long has George had to put up with you Jennie?"
"Oh, it was about half five, so almost two hours before you got back," she said matter-of-factly.
"So, what did the two of you get up to all that time?"
Was it simply an innocent question, or did he suspect something? Jennie felt her face flushing and she answered a little too quickly, "Oh, this and that. Nothing much really." She took and mouthful of wine and avoided looking at her husband.
By 9.30pm the - and the wine - was finished and Frank suggested that he and Jennie should be getting home. They offered to help with the washing up, but George turned the offer down.
*****
Frank and Jennie made their way back to their own house. She was slightly unsteady on her feet as a result of the alcohol, but she carried on up the path as he grabbed his briefcase from the car. Following her to the front door, he could help but notice the movement of her buttocks. The combination of the wine and this mesmerising stimulus started a reaction in his trousers. He began to wonder if she was wearing any panties. By the time he came up behind her and reached past to unlock the door his erection was complete.
"Ooh!" squealed Jennie in surprise, as she felt the hard lump press between her bum cheeks.
They went inside and shut the door.
Jennie turned to Frank and pressed her body up against him as she kissed him passionately on the mouth. Her libido had risen again, following her earlier erotic encounter with George.
Frank's hands roamed over her body, confirming what he had already suspected; that she wasn't wearing any underwear at all. Jennie broke the kiss and coquettishly looked back over her shoulder as she headed for the stairs. But Frank caught her arm and stopped her from mounting the first step.
"So, why aren't you wearing any underwear" he asked.
Jennie gulped and went through her planned explanation, "Well, I got caught out. I mean... oh, let's start from the beginning; I was sunbathing in my bikini, the clouds came across, so I went indoors. I took the bikini off and was doing something when I suddenly remembered the bins. I knew it was going to rain, so I thought I'd better get them put out for the morning collection. So, I grabbed my dress - this dress - put it on and ran downstairs. I'd just put the first one out when I felt the first drops. I rushed back, grabbed the other one and pushed it down the drive. By the time I got there the heavens opened. And then the wind slammed the door shut."
Frank looked her up and down, "You don't look like you've been soaked in the rain?"
"Oh, erm. Well," she decided to tell as much of the truth as she dared. "Of course, I got absolutely drenched. And I was feeling cold, so the only thing I could think of was to run to George's. He was an absolute gentleman and gave me a towel and a bathrobe. He even dried and ironed my dress for me."
"So, you undressed, gave George your dress and then sat around with him in a bathrobe - completely naked underneath - and he didn't make a pass at you?"
"No, of course not!" It was a kind of white lie. Jennie was the one who pounced, not George.
Defensively, she said, "Why, would you have?"
"Get up those stairs and I'll show you!" he growled, slapping her rear as she turned, giggling, to run up the stairs.
******
Frank pulled Jennie's dress off, sending two of the buttons flying across the room and almost threw her onto the bed. He rapidly stripped himself naked, his erection waving wildly as he moved and jumped on the bed beside her. They kissed, their tongues playing games with each other. Then Jennie broke away and began kissing down his body.
Frank lay there watching Jennie approach his aching cock. She didn't disappoint him when she got there; she held his dick upright and sank her mouth down onto it. She bobbed her head up and down rapidly. But before he could get too far, she stopped sucking and moved up his body, with her legs either side of him. Almost repeating what she had done with George earlier. She eased Frank's cock into her pussy. It went in much more easily than George's, partly because she was so aroused and wet and partly because George was noticeably bigger than her husband.
She began slowly, but soon was fucking Frank wildly. His hands on her breasts were helping to build her to a high level of arousal again. She even had her eyes closed and was thinking of George.
It was rare for Jennie to come first without considerable foreplay, so when she came so soon, it was such an erotic charge that it tipped Frank over the edge too. But even during his surging upward thrusts depositing his semen into his wife's pussy, he wondered what had brought her arousal about. Had she been telling the truth about her and George?
*****
"So," said Frank, as they lay entwined in each other's arms, fairly exhausted after their love-making. "Are you going to tell me the truth now?"
He felt Jennie stiffen at his question, which unwittingly told him that his suspicions were right.
"Wh...what do you mean?"
"Let's just say that you have to be in a really naughty mood to act the way you just did. And THAT only happens when you've been on the boil for ages. So, what happened between you and George?"
Jennie, knowing that she had been found out also knew that she couldn't expect to lie and get away with it. Tears formed in her eyes as she explained, filling in the gaps of the story as he knew it so far.
