Merry Weekday Widows - J J Lacey (most inspirational books TXT) 📗

side." Sandra said, a wicked smile on her lips, as Janet sat up with a shocked look.

 

"You mean that blond Greek looking chap, he comes to every other night out we have," Janet answered, and then blushed embarrassed as she quickly tried to retract her words. "I've only noticed him a few times, and 'no' he hasn't approached me in any way, it would do him no good, I haven't thought of him I'm not that interested!" Janet said forcefully.

 

Sandra smiled knowingly and thought, 'not much you're not, I have seen the way you look at him.'  Aloud she said, "Oh I thought he'd be just perfect for you, young handsome and virile. A perfect escape from the boredom, he would be all yours for a whole week once a month. John would never know you were enjoying sex with Alex if you still gave John his sex at the weekends." Janet looked shocked, her mouth opening to glop in the air. "Oh my god Sandra, are you suggesting I flirt with this Alex, lead him on just to have sex with him."

 

Janet had flushed a dark pink, as she thought of leading Alex to her bed. That image of Roberto and Sandra in her bedroom flashed before her eyes, and she shuddered at the thought that could be her and Alex. Sandra noted the gasp and misty look in Janet's eyes, and guessing it was Janet thinking of having sex with Alex. "No darling not at all, what I am suggesting is you let him woe you and you become flattered by his attention. Then gradually you allow him to become familiar with you until he persuades you to go to bed with him."

 

Sandra said smiling broadly, as she patted Janet's bare thigh, Janet had been listening anxiously with a gaping mouth. "Sandra, your wicked, is that what you did with Roberto?" Sandra laughed, tilting her head back and gaily chuckling. "No darling, this was before we met you, he was dropping me off after a girly night out. I had had far too much to drink, and we were halfway between Rachael's place and home. When I started thinking out loud and said I wished Bob was home, I could do with a man tonight."

 

"Roberto stopped the taxi and got in the back with me, then dropped his trousers. Afterwards, he took me home and we spent another hour in bed, we have been having sex ever since. Believe me, Janet, letting Roberto into my bed, has been one of the best decision I have ever made. Do not hesitate, Janet, Alex has the hot's for you right now, he will go off the boil if you make him wait too long. He will be at our night out next Tuesday, that is if he has not given up on you already. Show some interest in him, and let him lead the way, it should lead to the bedroom."

 

Sandra said with a big smile, and her hand stroking Janet's bare thigh, which showed below her short summer dress. The action was a friendly gesture, but Janet's skin tingled at Sandra's touch. With all this talk of sexual affairs, and consuming four glasses of wine, Janet's ability to be rational was grossly impaired. The vision in the bedroom was still affecting her ability to look at Sandra, and not picture her naked with Roberto. John had been gone for two days, she needed him badly, and there was Sandra openly discussing that Janet should take a lover. It was no wonder her heart was pounding faster.

 

Sandra looked at her watch saying, "oh my goodness it's five thirty. I've been here annoying you for over three hours, I'd better go and leave you in peace. I'll see you Thursday at ten unless you want to have another chat before then." Sandra said emptying her glass and standing, smiling at Janet struggling to get her bum out of the armchair. At the door, Sandra gives Janet a big hug and a lip-crushing kiss. Which left Janet breathless, and in her tippy muddled state, she returned to her seat and her wine and was soon dropping off into a tippy slumber.

 

Chapter 3

 

Janet awoke in pitch darkness startled, and looked about her searching in the darkness for him. He had been right there beside her in bed, now she could not find him. Her hand found the table light switch, and she blinked in the glow of the lamp. Then as her eyes adjusted, she found she was in her living room, and not that bedroom with him. Her mouth opened and she gasped as she realised who she had been searching for. It had not been John but Roberto, and a naked Sandra had been with him in that bedroom with her.

 

Janet felt herself and gave a shy of relief to find herself fully clothed, for she had also been naked in her dream. Had it been a dream, but it was so real, and the feeling so instance. The images were still so very clear, they were still in her mind to see. She trembled as she saw the naked image of Roberto, standing before her beside a naked smiling Sandra reaching out to her as she lay naked on the bed. A hot flash washed over her and she reached for the bottle of wine, and then thought better of it. 'No maybe a coffee and a sandwich, to settle the fluttering in her tummy. First, a shower, that would make her feel better; because she was feeling a little hot and bothered.

 

She stood up on wobbly legs, the wine and that dream had her somewhat disorientated. The climb up the stairs to the bathroom was painfully slow; she had to use the walls to support her all the way up. Then the corridor walls to her bedroom, finally entering her en-suet. Stepping out of her clothing and under the temped water, brought some relief. She stood to let the water cascade over her like tiny fingers caressing and comforting her. For long moments, she lingered slowly charming down, as did her temperature.

 

Then stepping from the shower, Janet placed her soled clothing in the laundry basket. Entering her walkthrough wardrobe drying herself she stopped suddenly, as she saw her naked image in her full-length dressing mirror. Her triangular bush of pubic hair, contrasting vividly with the image she still had of Sandra shaven vagina. She moved from side to side, to view herself from different angles. Wondering what she would see if like Sandra she were shaven, for she had plainly seen, Sandra's vagina.

 

She dismissed the idea of returning to the bathroom, to use her lady-shave to remove the hair, to see if hers looked like Sandra's when shaven. No, she would wait for John to give her his view on the subject. It would not be such a shock for him if he suggested it than to find her crouch clean-shaven when they made love on his return this Friday night.

 

It was Madeline and Andy's turn, to host the Saturday Bar-b this weekend. Janet was now seriously thinking of wearing her new bikini to it, which John and she had bought together for their next holiday in Bali. It was nothing like her old full body costume, which almost covered her whole body; it was more like three tiny triangles of material. There was nothing to hide her bottom, just a thin string between her buttocks. Rachael had something similar; that John had been looking intently at when they attended the last bar-b-que. John had then encouraged Janet to bye the bikini she had, to wear it on their holiday in two weeks.

 

She would model it for him on Saturday, and get his opinion on whether to shave her mound of Venus or not. She had tried it on before; and found the hair showed at the sides of the tiny triangle of material. She had trimmed it back then, only it had grown again and it did make the material bulge. She looked at herself again, picturing herself with a shaven crouch like Sandra's. John would have the final say, he would agree with her she was sure, her vagina would look better naked.

 

Coffee and a fresh salad sandwich might settle her stomach, but she could not erase the image of the naked Sandra. The kitchen clock showed eight o/clock, it had been almost six when Sandra left. An hour for a shower and to make her snack. She could have only slept for an hour. That seemed an imposable time, for all they had done in her dream. As she thought of them the dream replayed again in her mind, the images made her heart beat faster. As her temperature started rising again, she found herself with a glass of wine in her hand, instead of the coffee cup.

 

The wine and the images were making her yearn badly for John, never before had she felt this way. She had missed him before yes, but this burning urge to jump on him had never been so strong before. With her sandwich eaten and the bottle empty, and being ten she decided it was time for bed. So again she made her way upstairs, her eyes glancing at the closed door of the guest's bedroom, and again her heart fluttered. As she was unable to suppress the images she had seen in there, and for quite a while she lay tormented by those visions in the darkness of her bedroom.

 

She finally slipped off into a fitful sleep, that was full of wonderful illusions. Of people flitting about her, that she reached out for, but could not quite get hold of. She became desperate grasping for the nearest body, only to have them dance out of reach. Then one came to her out of the misty darkness, and she woke her arms and legs wrapped around something soft. Her body hot and sweaty, her eyes looking for the other people that were about her. Then she gasped with slight frustration, as she realised she was astride her pillow.

 

To say Janet was a bit disappointed and frustrated, at having woken up from her lovely dream, would be an understatement. As she tried desperately to again relive the moments before she awoke, as she hadn't quite seen who she had grabbed hold of, and who she had her legs around. Sadly the images were too fussy and try as she might, she could not slip back into the dream. On the edge of frustrated tears, she thumped her pillow for not being what it should have been.

 

Then sanity returned to her half-awake mind, and she was shocked at herself for her thoughts and actions. She untangled her arms and legs from the pillow, ashamed that she had humped it like a dog on heat would. Never before had she behaved like this, it was Sandra's fault, what Janet had seen them doing was giving her nightmares. She again became hot and flushed, as thinking of them brought back the images of the two of them, and the images of the dream last night. Try as she might, she could not push those images from her mind.

 

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