Jill's hand had just touched her quivering clit when she heard a knock at the door. She jumped up as if she'd been shot and pulled her robe tightly around her body. Then she opened the door.
"How about some coffee?" Bobbie Jean asked gaily, heading toward the kitchen. Her face was flushed from her amorous exercise.
"Uh… sure! Of course! It's right there in the pot. Help yourself. Then's cream and sugar on the counter…"
She stopped suddenly, an image of Bobbie Jean's round, full asscheeks quivering vividly in her mind. Then she rushed right on, aware that she was babbling, but unable to stop.
"It sure is cold this morning, isn't it? I mean, it usually isn't this cold in September. Why, did you know that there was frost on the ground when I went out this morning?"
Bobbie Jean didn't seem to notice her abrupt silence. She just finished pouring the coffee and pulled out a chair.
"You were out already this morning?" she asked casually, noticing Jill's robe.
"Uh… yes! I just went out… for a breath of fresh air! That's it! I just needed some fresh air! You know how stuffy it gets in a house overnight!"
Bobbie Jean frowned. Jill was certainly acting funny this morning. She was babbling away like she was trying to cover up something. Bobbie Jean's curiosity mounted. Jill was her best friend. They told each other their troubles. It was different this morning though. Bobbie Jean got the distinct impression that she was making Jill awfully nervous. She decided to just get it out in the open and ask her what was the matter.
"What's wrong with you this morning, Jill?" she asked. "You're as nervous as a cat. Is something wrong?"
Jill's face turned bright red. If Bobbie Jean hadn't been her best friend, she could have lied and said that she wasn't feeling well or something like that. She just couldn't bring herself to lie to Bobbie Jean though. She just nodded her head miserably.
Bobbie Jean sat back and relaxed. She was sure that Jill's problem wasn't anything too serious. She had probably had a fight with Larry or something like that. She settled herself down for a long heart-to-heart talk.
"Why don't you just tell me all about it," she said soothingly. "I'm sure it's not as bad as all that! Come on, what's the matter?"
"Well…" Jill hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. Then she gave up and blurted it all out.
"It all started with that damn book," she wailed. "I've been thinking about it over since you brought it over. It's been making me so horny that I don't know what to do anymore. Then, last night Larry and I went to bed and he just climbed on top and fucked me in such a hurry that I didn't get to come or anything and so this morning I came over to your house to talk to you about it and…" Her voice trailed off into silence. She looked down at the top of the table and blushed fiercely.
It took Bobbie Jean a moment to take it all in. The full impact of Jill's words bit so and she let out a howl of laughter.
"Oh, Jesus!" she gasped, giggling uncontrollably. "You must have caught Stan and I ass-fucking! Oh my God! I bet that really put your innocent little mind in a quandary!"
She started gigging again, so hard that she had to stop talking. She laughed and laughed, thinking of poor innocent Jill watching the whole sexy thing.
Jill froze at the first burst of Bobbie Jean's laughter. Then she heaved a deep sigh of relief. Bobbie Jean wasn't mad at her. She thought it was funny!
Bobbie Jean sat up and wiped her eyes. She managed to stop laughing and blow her nose. Then she reached out and patted Jill's hand.
"You should have said something," she giggled. "If we'd known you were out there we would have invited you in to watch. No wonder you said it was cold out this morning!"
"I… I practically froze my feet!" Jill sputtered. "It certainly is more exciting to watch it live than it is to look at those pictures though!"
"Next time knock at the door," Bobbie Jean howled. "We'll pop some popcorn and set up a chair in the bedroom!"
Jill turned suddenly serious. "Does… does it hurt when Stan does that?" she asked timidly. "I mean… when he puts it in like that?"
"Oh! You mean when he shoved it up my ass?" Bobbie Jean asked.
Jill nodded. She couldn't quite bring herself to say it the way Bobbie Jean had.
"Well… it felt kind of strange the first time he did it," Bobbie Jean answered. "I was a little scared and I didn't relax and let him in. He had to use Vaseline to get it all slippery so it would go in easier. It sure feels good though! When you come that way it's really fantastic! It feels like your whole body comes, not just your pussy!"
Bobbie Jean's eyes lit up. "Hey!" she suggested. "If you want to try it, why don't you get some Vaseline and ask Larry to do it to you. You may just love it. Stan says that it's a lot tighter than my pussy and hotter too. It's his favorite way to fuck," she chuckled happily. "Stan called it fucking my second pussy and all I have to do to get him hot is to mention it."
Jill's face fell. Then she scowled angrily, "Larry would never do it! He's just not the type to try something new. All he ever wants to do is to climb on top and hump for a couple of seconds. He's so uptight he even wears pajama to bed!"
Bobbie Jean laughed explosively. "You sound positively fierce," she chuckled. "Could it be my little neighbor is getting liberated faster than her husband?"
Jill grinned. "I… guess so she agreed. At least I'm willing to try some of those things they show in the book. The only trouble is, if I suggest it, Larry will ask where I got all the ideas and he'll be mad. He wants everything to be his idea. He even gets mad if I touch his cock without him asking me to!"
"God!" Bobbie Jean frowned. "You mean he gets mad at you for even reading some X-rated book looking at pictures?"
"He won't even take me to an X-rated movie," she wailed. "Right after we were married I told him I wanted go to a sexy movie and he blew his stack. He told me that nice wives didn't need to see all that garbage!"
Bobbie Jean looked thoughtful. "Could you try getting him so horny that he forgets you're supposed to be a nice wife?" she asked.
"It doesn't work," Jill said. Her lower lip was trembling. She looked like she might burst into tears any minute. "I tried that last night, but if I get Larry that horny he comes right away and I still don't get to try out all those kinky things."
"I just don't know what you can do," Bobbie Jean finally admitted. "The only other thing I can think of is to tell him to do what you want or you'll leave him."
"Oh, no! I just couldn't do that!" Jill gasped. "I don't want to leave Larry. He's a good husband every place but in bed. It's just I'm getting so frustrated that I'm afraid I'll go out on him and that'll break us up for sure."
"Only if he doesn't go out on you," Bobbie Jean said, grinning. "The best thing that could happen to you would be if Larry had an affair. Then you could go out and find another man without feeling bad and he couldn't say a thing!"
Jill nodded her head in agreement. "I guess that's true," she admitted. "But the chances of Larry ever having an affair are a million to one. I don't think he's got the guts to do it!"
Bobbie Jean nodded. It sounded as if Jill was right. A man who wouldn't take his wife to a sexy movie and wore pajamas to bed three-hundred-sixty-five days a year didn't seem like the type to go out skirt-chasing.
"Well, let's think about something more pleasant," she suggested. "Did watching Stan and I this morning make you horny?"
Jill blushed again. She wasn't quite as embarrassed as she had been earlier though. "Y-y-yes," she blurted out.
"Well, what did you do about it?"
Jill began chuckling. Somehow she didn't mind telling Bobbie Jean about it. "I played with myself outside your window," she admitted.