Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny. This was turning into a record breaking summer, day after day of languid golden sunshine, with just the odd little shower here and there to keep things at least a little green.
It had been a glorious week. She hadn't had sex with David again but she had been to see Laura every day and every day had fallen more and more in love with her. Every day she had tasted that sweet pussy and every day she had let Laura take her to the heights of sapphic ecstasy.
But today was Saturday. And that meant no Laura. Or at least no Laura's pussy.
But it was sunny. And, if past experience was anything to go by that meant that she and David should be treated to a show today at least.
Jenny wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. Fucking David had made her feel much better about the thought of Laura fucking Henry. But, how would she feel actually watching them again?
And, how would David react? Jenny was sure that things were different now, after their weekend get together with the Applebaums and after their own love life had reignited.
As it turned out though, the day started to cloud over around lunchtime and by two o'clock a fine mizzle rain was falling.
"Just typical. Its fine all week and then this at the weekend," David harrumphed.
In many ways, it was very much the old David but Jenny wondered if he wasn't extra annoyed at being denied his little show, maybe even more annoyed than Jenny was.
The rain continued to fall for the rest of the weekend. It was only very fine but neither of the Joneses could have imagined that it was the sort of conditions for an outdoor sex show, no matter how hard either of them were wishing for it.
The rain very much put the dampener on the new found spark in their own relationship as well. It seemed that without the example of the Applebaums, they couldn't quite retain their own sense of adventure.
When they did have sex on Sunday night, it was very much the old lights out missionary affair. Needless to say, Jenny didn't come but just lay in the darkness feeling deeply unsatisfied. Her naughty, sexy feelings were curdling into guilt but it didn't make her feel any warmer. And it didn't in any way dent her resolution to see Laura as soon on Monday as possible. At least the weather couldn't impact their new found adventures which took place solely indoors.
So it was with a feeling of considerably discombobulation, that she reacted when it was Henry, not Laura who opened the Applebaum's front door to her at half past ten the following Monday morning.
"Oh, hi Jenny," he said, in an offhand sort of way, "Laura said you might drop round. She's gone off to London for the day. Shopping."
"Oh, OK," said Jenny, trying not to let her disappointment show. "Well, it was nothing really, just popped round to say 'hi', I'll be getting going."
"Well, you're here now. Why don't you come in anyway. You'll have to make do with me. I know I'm not my wife but I'm just hanging around this morning anyway, so you'd be doing me a favour."
"Oh, ok, yes. Lovely."
Henry ushered her inside and offered her a coffee. He made her a perfect latte from a gleamingly expensive looking machine on the counter. He made himself an espresso. Tea was clearly Laura's thing.
He didn't have his wife's easy manners and there was a definite intensity about him, but it was oddly reassuring. He radiated a quiet but unmistakable self confidence that was somehow catching.
He was also very good looking. A strong, square jaw, dark, piercing eyes. A very strong masculine presence. Jenny couldn't help herself thinking about his big dick.
"Laura tells me you've become very close."
Was there any deeper meaning in that? How much did he know? Had Laura told him everything? It was impossible to know.
"Oh, yes. Laura's great."
"Well, I'm glad. Laura needs female company. She was off out with girls all the time when we lived in London, but she's never seemed to click with anyone here. Until you."
"Oh, well, I'm glad too. I guess I need a friend too. It's just me and David, mostly and, well he's my husband and obviously I love him,"
"Obviously."
"But it's not quite the same is it? You know, it can get a bit lonely, so its great to meet someone else you can connect with."
Henry just sort of looked at her and sipped his espresso.
"Well, like I say, I'm just very glad you're spending time together."
There was a pause, that was sort of awkward and sort of not. Jenny couldn't help being struck again by just how good looking he was.
They talked for a few more minutes. The conversation flowing easily enough but with a very slight edge to it.
Jenny wasn't sad when, after she had finished her drink, he took her cup away to the sink, in a subtle signal it was time for her to go.
After she made her excuses, Henry stopped her in the hallway. She could feel his body close to hers. She thought about how Laura had eaten her out in that exact spot.
"Do come tomorrow and see Laura. I know she's sad to miss you today. I'll be in Dubai for the next few days so you'll have her all to yourself."
"Oh, OK," I will.
Jenny put her hand on the front door and started to open it.
"Oh, Jenny?"
"Yes, Henry?"
"I believe these are yours."
He handed here a small bundle of white fabric and turned to go back into the house. It was Jenny's knickers that she had left behind the other day.
Jenny hurriedly thrust then into a pocket and bolted back to her house.
What was happening here? She was breathless and panicked as she shut the door into the relative sanctuary of her own house.
Were they were playing with her? Her senses told her that something was very off here.
Clearly Henry was sending some kind of message. Was this a simple "Stay Away" but all his actual words were so encouraging.
Maybe it was just an "I know." Did that mean he liked it or simply tolerated it.
And what about Laura? Jenny suddenly remembered that it was Laura who had stopped her from retrieving her knickers that time.
Were they in on it together?
It seemed likely. After all, they were the sort of couple given to having sex outside where they must have known that they were overlooked.
This must all just be a game to them.
She should just break it off. Not see Laura again. She was too deep in already.
And yet ...
It had already been three days since she had last seen Laura. And the truth was that she missed her like crazy. She kept thinking about her, her eyes, her smile, her hair, her touch.
Was she really going to give up on ever being touched by Laura again?
And she didn't know Laura's side of things. Maybe there was a rational explanation. And Laura was her neighbour, Jenny couldn't just disappear from her life.
No, the best thing would be to simply go round there tomorrow and ask her what was going on.
Jenny breathed deeply. Yes, that was definitely best.
She decided to go for her run. She had neglected that of late, it might help her regain her composure.
It was a hot day and she was sweaty and out of breath when she got back home. It felt good to strip out of her clothes in the hallway and walk naked through the house.
She was a sexy, beautiful woman. Laura had taught her that if nothing else. She was capable and in control.
Still naked, Jenny went to the kitchen for a glass of water and then went upstairs. She lay down on the bed, feeling her body glow from the exercise.
She reached her hand down between her legs. She thought about Laura. She thought about Laura's mouth, her mouth on her body, between her thighs. She touched herself. She imagined Laura's tongue gliding over her clit.
Oh God, Laura.
Jenny wanted her. The more she touched herself, the more she wanted Laura. The more she wanted Laura's wet mouth on her pussy, her tongue inside her.
Jenny didn't care about anything anymore. She was lost and she didn't care. She just wanted Laura, wanted to come so hard in her mouth. Make her come. Taste her. Be tasted.
Jenny came hard. But for all it's strength, her orgasm wasn't really satisfying. Only Laura could make her feel that way.
Maybe Henry too, she wondered, then pushed the thought away.
Afterwards, Jenny showered and spent the rest of the day reading and catching up on work. Trying not to think about the Applebaums.
At about five o'clock, she got a text from David. A client had turned up unexpectedly and David and his boss were taking him to dinner, so David would be home late.
David almost never worked late but Jenny wasn't really sure she wanted to see him tonight, so it suited her fine.
She made herself a light supper, watched some TV and had an early night. She wasn't asleep when he finally came home after midnight but she pretended she was.
The next day, she made herself wait until half eleven as usual and then made her way to Laura's house, her heart beating fast with her nervousness as to what she'd fine.
This time it was Laura who opened the door, just peeping round the doorframe. She ushered Jenny silently inside. After Jenny shut the door, Laura wordlessly took her by the hand and led her upstairs.
Laura was wearing a diaphanous pink dressing gown, almost entirely transparent, and nothing else at all.
As soon as Jenny saw her, she knew she was powerless against her. She had to have her. Questions could wait.
Laura led Jenny into her bedroom and lay back on the bed. She spread her legs, the wet pink of her slit peeping through her neatly trimmed blonde bush.
Jenny couldn't help but stare at Laura's beautiful, wet pussy. The pussy that filled her dreams and which had entirely enraptured her
"Oh, Jenny, I've missed you." Laura's voice was thick with desire.
