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

taxi to bring him Home. Bob was still in the cab when John got out, and Roberto was smiling at her, as she stood as Marilyn would have stood to greet her man. John was more than pleased with his homecoming welcome, Janet leapt into his arms to crush her ruby red lips on his. As he carried her into the house with her hanging on his neck, they ended up passionately loving on the settee. Then after a delightful dinner, he was tempted to an early night and all he desired from a grateful Janet.

 

They stayed in bed late, after an early morning rump-p-bump-p. Then he was served brunch, by a skimpy clad Janet just in her panties. She had missed him he could tell; never before had she welcomed him so lustfully. Twice last night and twice again this morning, it seemed worthwhile being away for five days, and he still had all of today and Sunday to go yet. Not that she had ever denied him sex, but before it had always been he asking for it.

 

John was somewhat pleasantly shocked, when Janet had almost raped him, as soon as they got into the house, and it was she, that integrated the subsequent bouts of sex. Not that he was complaining, he was finally glad she had come out of her shell, before she had not seemed to be interested in sex. When they had had it in the past, it had been kissing cuddle then sex. Now she allowed him prolonged foreplay, and they did not only make love in the missionary position. She allowed him to bend her over, and take her from the rear! 

 

They forgo a Saturday lunch as they had eaten at ten, and as they were going to Madeline and Andy's bar-b-q, they would eat there. John was staring at the washing machine that had his dirty clothing in when he looked up at Janet's call. "What do you think John, should I trim this back, or shave it off completely?" she said standing legs apart in that micro mini bikini. She was giving him the choice, but she was steering him to her decision. She had combed out her pubic hair so it looked unsightly, and it did make a bulge there in the cloth.

 

Janet undid the string bows at the sides, and slowly unveiled her thatch patch. "Well darling what do you think should I trim it, or would you like to shave it bare?" She asked and could see he was interested in the dilemma, 'to shave or not to shave', as he reached out to run his fingers through her mop of curly hair. "Um," he said rubbing his chin as he took his time to decide, "I think it would look better shaven clean, we can only see, if you don't like it afterwards you can always let it grow again?" John said, his fingers still running through every follicle she had, and even wondered between her legs.

 

The decision made, there was no time like the present, and so with a slightly higher heart rate than normal, Janet found herself lifted onto the worktop of the utility room. To sit there anxiously waiting for John to fetch his shaving gear, the wait was not long and he had all he needed. One electric shaver with a beard trimmer, wet razor and scented shaving cream, to get a smooth finish. Janet watched him eagerly come in with them in his hand, then pour warm water into a bowl, before moving to her.

 

With her buttocks on the very edge of the worktop, and her legs spread wide, John sat on a low stool between them. With him, just sitting looking elevated her temperature, when the vibrations of his electric razor moved over her skin between her legs it rose shapely. She was panting quick puffs of air, for it was not just the vibrations. His fingers were holding her vaginal lips, pulling them this way and that, to flatten out the creases so he could get every hair. Then came the cream and wet shave, and again his finger feeling her vaginal lips.

 

"Oh my, that looks just divine," John said, dabbing her mound one last time and stepping back to admire his handy work. Then looking at her panting face with that look of expectancy on it, and seeing she was in a most desirable position. John bent down and made Janet gasp, as he planted a kiss on her shaven pelvic bone, then dropping his shorts he stepped up between her legs. 'God this is the third time today, and she hasn't had any wine yet, I'm bound to get it after the bar-b?' John thought, as her legs wrapped around him.

 

Not that he had any real complaints about their sex life; he normally got it Friday as soon as he got home. Then maybe when they went to bed at night, Saturday morning was always a good time. He would be tucked into her back, with his arm over her his hand playing with her breast. He would receive a warm welcome after he had teased those sensitive nipples of hers. She would even put her hand between her legs, to guild him in. Then after the bar-b, she would be all over him, after a few happy hours with their friends plus a few glasses of wine.

 

Sunday mornings she would sleep in, but the evenings were always emotional times for Janet, for she knew when she woke in the morning, John would already have been gone. Therefore, after the evening meal, they would spend time together drinking wine and petting on the sofa. Until a passionate Janet, would persuade John to take her to bed, so she can show him just how much she loves him. Up until now, John had always enjoyed his weekends; he was now hoping future weekends would be just like this one.

 

Janet and John arrived at the bar-b a little later than they had intended, due to unforeseen circumstances. Their lovemaking had taken longer than normal, due to their lingering passion, and after sex petting. Then Janet changed her mind about the bikini, when she became flustered, at the thought of the other four husbands, looking at the flesh she was exposing. Therefore, it was back to old faithful, the full-bodied black costume she had always worn. She felt better of it when she saw the other men looking at Rachael, in the same bikini.

 

John had been right, the wine Janet had partaken of at the bar-b, did, in fact, put her in the right mood. As he peeled her costume from her when they returned and entered the house, much to the delight of a giggling Janet who did not want to wait until they went upstairs to have sex. When John finally did carry her to bed, she was still in a playful mood, and it was not until the early hours, did they finally go to sleep. John wondered if Janet was still asleep, when he entered her in the light of the morning, as she just made a purring sound as he took her from the rear.   

 

He left her there sleeping, until twelve midday, before he went to wake her with a coffee. Luckily, he placed it on the bedside table before attempting to wake her, because as her sleepy eyes opened, she smiled and put her arms around his neck pulling him into bed with her. After their evening meal, they spent the night in each other's arms, and again in bed, she refused to let him go until weariness overtook her and she fell asleep. Then with the sun lighting up the room, she awoke to find herself alone in her bed.

 

Another lonely week had started for Janet, and by midday she had finished her housework, having kept herself busy all morning to keep her mind occupied. At two, the phone rang, and Sandra’s voice was asking if Janet would like a coffee break. Janet gladly said yes, not knowing if others would be there. Then turning up at Sandra’s home, she found it would be just the two of them, and it was wine they would be drinking and not coffee.

 

“Thought you would like some company, I find it hard to get through Mondays, after having Bob home and then left all alone when he has gone,” Sandra said in a melancholy tone, much to Janet’s surprise as Sandra welcomed her. She was somewhat confused after having witnessed what Sandra got up to, on Tuesdays and Thursdays while Bob was away. Janet thought Sandra would have something to look forward too, to fill the week and not be depressed, as she seemed to be now.

 

“Did you have a good weekend with John Janet; you seemed quite flirty with him at Madeline bar-b? Even Bob said John would be in for a treat when he got you home!” Sandra said, giving Janet a wicked smile and a saucy wink, which made Janet smile as she blushes a little. “If you must know we had a lovely weekend thank you Sandra, and that’s all I am telling you!” Janet said not daring to look Sandra in the eyes; she would have blushed, a deeper pink if she had.

 

“Oh me too darling, it’s just that I wished he’d woke me up before he left this morning, would have liked him between my legs one last time,” Sandra said quite sincerely, and openly while giving Janet a wistful look. Janet though shocked at Sandra’s forthright words but did feel sympatric with her, as she had felt the same when she had woken alone this morning. She had worked through her frustration all morning but had also wished he had made love to her just once more.

 

She suddenly began to envy Sandra, for she would have Roberto to comfort her tomorrow and Thursday, and that thought shocked her as she thought of them together and her alone. The images she was now having of them together, made her temperature rise a little and Sandra’s next words made her gasp with shock and apprehension.

 

“We are going to the Burswood Casino tomorrow, and your friend is home and will be there. He phoned me this morning, asking if you would be going out tomorrow, I told him yes and where we were going. I also told him we had talked about him, and that you had spoken kindly of him and was looking forward to seeing him.” Sandra said a big wicked smile on her face, as an opened mouthed Janet stared at her unbelievingly.

 

“Oh, Sandra you haven’t, oh my god you have!” Janet exclaimed when she saw Sandra nodding her head with that wicked gleam in her eyes, and a naughty chuckle on her lips as Janet confronted her. “Oh I can’t go if he thinks I want to see him, I’ll be too embarrassed Sandra, I’ll just die if he tries to get close to me,” Janet said blushing up, at the thought of Alex holding her in an embrace, and even kissing her.

 

Despite herself, the image of him holding her had shocked and excited her, maybe it was the wine she had drunk. Or maybe having seen Sandra being satisfied by Roberto, was that making her crave attention from this man called Alex. No put that out of your mind, she thought to try to force the image from her mind but failed, and as his lips pressed on hers she lifted her glass to try to cool her own. She took more than just a sip and found she had not notated Sandra had filled it again, and the rich red wine didn’t put out the fire in her.

 

“Don’t be so silly Janet it will do you good to have someone new fussing over you, and you never know, you might enjoy having sex with him. We are leaving at seven, have a wine