The next morning Jenny woke up feeling satisfied but all she could think about was Laura.
David was, perhaps unsurprisingly, in a very good mood. They made love again in the morning light. It was nothing like as wild or as satisfying as the night before but it was sweet and Jenny had appreciated the attention.
Neither of them mentioned the Applebaums but Jenny was sure that he was thinking about Laura just as much as she was.
For the first time, it made Jenny feel jealous. Obviously David fancied her, that had been clear from the start. Laura was a gorgeous, sexy woman with a clearly uninhibited nature. Who wouldn't fancy her?
But the more she thought about last night, she wondered if maybe Laura fancied David too. Her flirtation with him seemed maybe a little too genuine.
All this time, Jenny had assumed that Laura's attentions were directed at her, even though she had no reason at all to think she was into women.
But what if she was wrong?
Would David cheat on her? She would have said no, but she couldn't see him turning a woman like Laura down, if she really made a move on him.
For the rest of the day, all Jenny could think about was Laura fucking her husband. It made her mad with jealousy but it also made her very, very wet.
She almost hoped they would get it on, just so long as she could catch them at it, walk in just as David was coming over those perfect tits.
Despite the best sex she'd had in years, her satisfied feeling soon evaporated and Jenny spent the whole day just feeling desperately wet and horny.
It was with a relief when Monday morning finally arrived and Jenny was able to kiss David politely off to work.
She wondered what would be the earliest, she could feasibly call around. Eleven? That was pushing it but Jenny didn't think she could bear waiting any longer.
David left at eight. That gave Jenny three hours. Not long really but it felt like an eternity. She thought guiltily about the pile of work she was meant to get through that week. Might as well pass the time productively.
But she found it almost impossible to concentrate. She kept thinking about their meeting and wondering what Laura had in mind. She also kept wondering what it was that she, Jenny, wanted out of it. All she knew was that she had this hot, sexy uncomfortable feelings when she was around Laura Applebaum and as uncomfortable as she found them, she didn't want them to stop.
And it was a sunny day. From her study, Jenny could only see into her own garden, not into Laura's. She needed to go up to the bedroom to see that. It didn't seem likely that Laura would be up to much so early in the morning, but it couldn't be ruled out.
The thought of Laura's naked body stretched out in the golden sunshine was unignorably intoxicating. More than once, Jenny had to run up to her room to see if there was anything to see, but there never was.
Finally, eleven o'clock came around. Jenny decided to give it another ten minutes, staring at the clock the whole time. Finally, at 11.09, she decided she couldn't wait any longer. She put on her shoes, opened and then carefully locked her front door and walked the very few steps to the Applebaum's front door.
Jenny paused indecisively at the doorstep for a moment before reaching up her hand to ring the doorbell. At the very moment she was reaching her hand to the door, it suddenly opened, seemingly giving away in front of her and there was Laura, in a white sundress, with sunglasses perched on her head and handbag at her side. She was evidently just on her way out.
"Jenny!" she called out, pleased but also clearly slightly discombobulated. Jenny had the crushing realisation that Laura had clearly completely forgotten that she'd invited her around.
"Oh, you're going out," said Jenny, flustered and embarrassed. "Umm, well it doesn't matter, we can talk later. Bye" and she turned on her heel to scuttle back to her own home.
"Don't be silly, Jenny," Laura called out after her. "I was just popping to the shops. I can go later. It was nothing special. You're here now. Do come in."
Jenny felt mortified that the the planned event that had got her so flustered had been completely forgotten by Laura. Clearly, it meant nothing to her and Jenny had got this all wrong. Again. She desperately wanted to get away.
But Laura, as ever, was irresistible, in every sense, and Jenny agreed to come in.
As she sat once again in Laura's charming kitchen, she felt the restorative effects of Laura's really marvellous tea work its charm.
"I'm really very glad to see you," said Laura. "You know, I hadn't forgotten that we said we'd have our little chat today."
Jenny smiled, feeling suddenly validated. She noticed again how gorgeous Laura looked and the smooth round globes of her breasts under her sundress.
"So," asked Jenny, feeling suddenly bold, "What was it you wanted to talk about?"
"Well, Jenny, the thing is that I wanted to ask you really, what's going on"?
Jenny suddenly panicked.
"Wh.. what do you mean?"
Laura looked suddenly serious. "Well, I suppose we've only got ourselves to blame, carrying on like that in the garden when we know you can see us. And at first, I thought you were just being very cool about being able to see us, but then the other day, Jenny, when you were, well, rather brazenly touching yourself ..."
Laura trailed off meaningfully. Jenny felt overcome with shame and stared down at her tea cup, although no amount of tea was going to make herself feel better.
There was a pause and then Jenny lightly felt Laura's hand resting on hers. She summoned the courage to look her in the eyes.
Laura smiled.
"I'm not saying its a problem, darling. I just want to understand. I mean Henry is a very sexy man. And he has a very large penis, so it's not entirely surprising ..."
"Oh no, it wasn't that."
"Not Heny? But that would mean.."
Jenny didn't say anything. The silence lengthened.
"Jenny, look at me."
Jenny looked at Laura and stared into her beautiful blue eyes.
"Jenny, be honest with me. Do you want me?"
"Yes."
Laura laughed. "Oh Jenny, you are a goose."
Laura squeezed Jenny's hand then let go. She lowered her gaze and very calmly, deliberately, almost demurely, took a sip of her tea.
"As it so happens, I want you too."
