She tried not to be vain, but did wonder how Walter could find balance sheets and profit and loss statements more interesting than her. Maybe if she had a graph tattooed on her he would pay attention to her. If it led to her cunt maybe he'd stick his nose in there to see what the dividends were for the quarter.
"Hi, Mrs. Sanderson," Al Lomata said as he padded past.
Kim's heart gave a nervous flip-flop as she returned the greeting. She watched his trim enroll with his easy steps. If he felt her gaze, his back didn't show any signs of it.
With a soft sigh, conscious of the post-cuming ache in her gut, Kim went out to the pool. For a moment, she stood on the porch of the bath house, looking down the expanse of deck and at the clear cool aqua of the water. She was conscious of the circle of wives knitting their gossip shrouds. She knew that Walter's continuing absence from the country club was a constant topic of speculation.
Deliberately, Kim stood straighter than usual, knowing that her sleek shape was a source of envy. It would be a shame, Kim reflected, for them not to have something to talk about.
Her eye lighted on a shock of pale blonde hair at the diving board, and she felt her gut knot. As she watched, Perry McBride walked to the end of the board, paused for a moment, then hurtled into the water. A glistening explosion of water sprayed high into the air. The light of the gleaming drops reminded Kim of another, hotter shower a few minutes ago. She writhed inwardly, and waited. Perry emerged from the pool ten yards away from her.
He glanced at her, and, she felt his eyes strip the suit off her. Then she saw a flush pink his cheeks, felt her own face burning. They turned away from each other simultaneously. Kim found a lounge chair and stretched out on it.
CHAPTER TWO
Kim was tugging the bedspread smooth when she heard her name being called from the kitchen. "Be right then, Jenny," she called back, giving the pillow on the king-sized bed a last pat. For just a moment she paused, and eyed the big bed distastefully. Such a waste to have a bed like that when she was married to Walter.
"Hi!" Jenny said cheerily. She had a cup of steaming coffee in her hand. As always, Jenny's friendly, freckled face and her flaming, shoulder length red hair lit up her surroundings. "Contemplating the scene of the battle?"
Kim shook her head and pressed her lips together grimly. "I was just thinking," she said softly, "how hypocritical it is to have a bed like that."
"Oh?" Jenny arched her eyebrows and sipped the coffee.
"I mean, well, look," Kim began awkwardly. "Oh, never mind. Why should I bore you with my troubles?"
"Shoot, what are friends for?" Jenny asked.
Kim didn't answer and eased past the other woman and into the kitchen. There was a funny sort of a shock when her bare skin brushed Jenny's arm. Kim felt her tits stiffen.
"I like your outfit," Jenny noted wryly. "Very tasteful. Not overdone at all."
Kim glanced down, then poured herself a cup of coffee. "I'm glad somebody notices when I'm naked," she said bitterly. She turned and leaned back against the counter. The chill edge dug into her naked ass. The bright, sunny, spotless kitchen gleamed – testimony to her excess nervous energy that morning.
"What's the matter, Poopsie? Walter go blind?" Jenny asked. "Or are you going nudist on us?"
"No to both questions, actually. Though Walter might as well be blind."
"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy," Jenny chortled in a gloating tone. "This sounds really juicy." She pulled out a chair and sat down.
Kim battled with herself for a moment. She had been closer to Jenny, her next-door neighbor for the last five years, than to anybody else in the world. But for those same five years, Kim had carefully kept up the pretension of having a very passionate marriage. And, despite Jenny's bantering, teasing tone, Kim knew that she wasn't likely to find a more sympathetic listener.
"Well, is the truth finally going to come out?" Jenny prodded.
"Huh?"
"You think I didn't know about you and Walter?"
"Know about me and Walter?"
"Yeah. Passionless, sexless. No fuckee."
Stunned, Kim sat down so hard she felt her tits jiggle.
Jenny laughed. "Come on, Kim. No one, but no one, has the kind of sex life you've been claiming to have. So, it was either an exaggeration, or a whopping tall story. Obviously it's the latter. Right?"
Kim slumped miserably and caved in. "Right."
"Well! Welcome to the ranks of the realistically married," Jenny responded with her usual unabashed good humor.
"It's more than that," Kim said dourly.
"Oh?"
"Walter hasn't made love to me, hasn't even looked at me, in so long I've lost track."
"Has to leave too early in the morning to grab a quickie," Jenny noted. "Gets back too late at night, too tired to get it up. And on weekends there's always something with someone important from the office. Right?"
Kim frowned suspiciously. "How did you know?"
Jenny raised her coffee cup in a silent toast. "I'm married to one, too."
"You and George?" Kim was astonished. Jenny hadn't ever bragged about her sex life, but had never hinted that anything was wrong, either.
"Me and George," Jenny admitted candidly. Kim studied her lushly built neighbor. "Me I can see," Kim noted. "But I can't conceive of a man in the world that could ignore you."
"Place me next to an attractive stock option and see which one George goes for," Jenny retorted. "He hasn't plugged my hole in what seems like a century."
"You're kidding!"
"Don't I wish I were," Jenny sighed.
"Doesn't George get horny?"
"Does Walter?"
"Touche," Kim responded. Then she thought for a moment. "Don't you get horny?"
"I used to," Jenny admitted. "But then I got the horny housewife's handy helper."
"Huh? What?"
Jenny got up and set her empty coffee cup in the sink. "Come over and see."
"Wait'll I get something on," Kim answered, curious.
"Why bother?"
Kim stopped in the kitchen doorway. "Some body might see."
Jenny had a wicked gleam in her green eyes. "Isn't that half the fun?" she asked in a bubbly voice. "I remember when I was a kid in Akron. When my folks went out, the first thing I'd do was get naked, and run around the house, upstairs and down. I'd leave all the lights on and all the shades and curtains open. God, I used to get turned on doing that. Sometimes I'd even go out in the back yard, and lie in the hammock or on the grass and feel the night breeze all over me."
Kim felt her lust rising at the thought. She had a sudden, mad, crazy urge, and headed for the back door. She was intensely aware of being naked.
"Wait a second! Give me a chance," Jenny protested, stripping hurriedly.
"Ready?" Kim asked, her insides knotting with excitement, her pussy dripping lust. "We run?"
Jenny giggled tensely. "Hell, no! Let's walk!"
Kim opened the door, and felt the sun burn her naked tits. The warm summer breeze touched her intimately, stroked her aroused nipples, brushed her pussy hair. Her arm touched Jenny's soft, warm pink-capped breast and an electric current flowed between them.
"Shall we go?" Kim asked.
"After you," Jenny said nervously.
"Together," Kim said, taking Jenny's arm and pressing it to her breast.
The sun was hard and bright, and seemed to leer down at Kim. Her horniness sizzled and steamed as she walked arm-in-arm with her naked neighbor. Jenny's boobs were pale, with big pink caps and passion-pointed nipples.
Kim's insides began uttering as they strolled across the cool green grass toward Jenny's house. Somewhere a lawn was being mowed. She felt as if there must be a million eyes on them. They could be seen from a thousand windows. Kim kept fighting the urge to run. She felt sweat trickling down her naked body.