She splashed around in her panties, furiously tossing her bean under the pads of her finger tips, in the parking lot of Burger King.
She didn't intend for it to happen here. Not here. Not now. But this is where and when it ended up happening.
She had made a deal with her husband.
"You can sleep with Veronica if you want. But I have some stipulations."
Veronica was their neighbor a couple doors down. She was a few years younger than them and in good shape. Gym every day kind of shape. And she made sure everyone knew it too. Strutting around the neighborhood in those leggings of hers... everyday. Hoe's Hose or whatever brand it was.
Jill noticed. Her husband Tim certainly noticed. Everyone noticed. How could they not? She had one of those asses that clearly was the focus of every session at the gym. It stuck out from her tall slender athletic body as a statement piece. Almost like it would be out of place if it hadn't been so perfectly accentuated by every other sharp and firm curve of her body. She was Persephone personified. But with long brown hair and bright blue eyes.
Jill thought she was stunning. Sweet personality as well. Generally speaking. The two had gotten along swimmingly when they talked. Which was fairly often. They can become neighborly friends, and as a result, Veronica stopped over quite a bit for a chat.
It hadn't escaped Jill that she had been making eyes at Tim. Her husband Tim was a good looking man. Six foot one or something close to that. Broad shoulders, handsome face, wavy brown hair, and deep brown eyes.
Jill was no slouch herself, but she also knew she was no Veronica.
If she had been one of those wives that got jealous about this kind of thing, she might have been a nervous wreck and gone into full-on defensive mode. But honestly she wasn't. If she was jealous of anything it's that she didn't have a body like Veronica. But in more than one way. Not only did she want to be her, she also wanted her, carnally. So she couldn't blame her husband for also looking at her the way that men look at women like that. The way that SHE looks at women like that.
"Alright," Tim said. "What kind of stipulations are we talking about here?"
"For starters, you can't cum inside of her, that's mine," she said. "Not even in her mouth. Not even with a condom on."
"Ok," he seemed a bit puzzled. "So what am I supposed to do with it then, just hold back?"
"No, no baby," Jill said, "you can shoot it on her belly, back, tits, face, whatever. Just make sure you clean it up because I don't want her taking any of you home."
"Alright," he said, "is that it?"
"I want to watch," she said.
"Watch? How?"
"Those security cameras," she said "put one in our bedroom facing our bed and text me when you bring her into our room, so I can log in and watch."
"How do you know it's even going to go down in our room?" he asked.
"Because if it doesn't go down in our bedroom you're not going to let it go down at all, that's part of the stipulation."
And so it was.
Of course, when they set these conditions, they never expected when or even if it would happen. But the two of them had spoken openly about it with each other. She had told Tim she was bisexual and had messed around with a friend the summer before freshmen year in college. Even then it was brief, and they hadn't gotten that far. Just a little kissing and heavy petting under the shirt before her friend's mother walked in the room and they abruptly stopped. Her mother either having just missed seeing them or choosing to ignore what she saw. They were never sure which.
She had told Tim she always kind of regretted not being able to have a more solid experience with another woman. Just to try it out. But now that they were a little older, it seemed like any friends willing to try that kind of thing with her, had already grown past it.
She was so taken in by how good looking Veronica was, it stirred that desire in her again, and she thought that if she couldn't have her for herself, she could at least live vicariously through her husband. A man she loved dearly. Plus it would clearly please him.
She just had no idea that when Veronica finally made her move on her husband, it would be while she was on her lunch breaking eating a chicken sandwich in the parking of Burger King. But that's when the text message from her husband came in.
VERONICA. THINGS GETTING
He must not have had time for more than that. She pulled out her phone and loaded the security camera app. That's when she saw Veronica and her husband enter bedroom. All over each other, moving along as they were deep in kiss.
She had mixed feeling about this. On one hand, this is what her and Tim planned and hoped for. They had spent several nights laying in bed, talking about it, fantasizing about it. Those fantasies had been the lubrication to their own sex life lately. But now it was actually happening and only because Veronica had made an illegal move on her husband without knowing the two of them had hoped for this to happen.
"That bitch," she thought.
But it quickly passed as she watched her husband unwrap the gift she gave to him in the form of this other woman on their marital bed. The thought made her hot. She wanted to be there too. She wanted to unwrap her as well. But all she could unwrap was her chicken sandwich.
"Fuck," she said. Frustrated and increasingly turned on. Chicken sandwich on the passenger seat now.
Thank the gods she had at least wore a skirt to work today.
She tossed her hips around and worked it up her a bit to reveal the white triangle of fabric between her thighs. A slight wet spot had formed.
