Joanne”s Interlude

Joanne was in a state of total arousal. Of course, she would never let Betty know this. But she’d come to look forward to Betty’s regular reports on her torrid fuck sessions with Bill with enormous anticipation.

As Betty recounted the events of her last tryst with Bill, Joanne’s mind wandered. Images of him swam in her head. Those images were clipped from afternoons he’d spent at her pool with Sarah, her daughter. Evenings he’d stayed for dinner. And then there were the memories of Sarah’s moans and cries as Bill fucked her senseless in her bedroom. The bedroom next to Joanne’s.

Joanne couldn’t hear every breath they took. But she heard enough to know that Bill was nearly insatiable. Bill had screwed her daughter three, four and as many as six times and more in that bedroom. And Joanne had listened with rapt attention to every bed creak, grunt and moan. More than once she’d gotten up to use the master bath that separated the two bedrooms, and lingered much longer than she needed to, listening.

Listening and touching herself; her hands roamed to her breasts, thighs or the flat of her stomach. Once in a while a finger would find her lips and she’d catch herself sucking on it thoughtfully, lost in her horny reverie. Usually this touching resulted in her having to relieve herself with those same fingers. And as she fingered her pussy, she dreamed that it was Bill’s long, thick cock and not her fingers that was pumping in and out of her steamy little cunt.

Sarah had been, and still was, smitten with Bill. She didn’t know, of course, that Bill had been seeing Betty on a regular basis. She was leaving for college in a couple of days and it was going to break her heart. It was obvious to Joanne, even before Betty, that Bill was just a young man enjoying the things that came to him as a result of being handsome and, well, gifted.

“……..three more times, Jo. In one day. Can you believe it? And hard as a rock every time.” Betty continued, unaware that Joanne’s mind was wandering.

“…..uh, No! no I can’t.” Joanne sputtered as she regained her thoughts.

“Five times in one day! And he lasted at least twenty minutes every time. Hell, the last time I thought i was going to have to make him stop. He fucked me for a solid hour!” Betty finished that last with a note of exasperation in her voice. It was meant to hide the relish she took in her conquest of Bill, but Joanne wasn’t fooled. She knew Betty too well.

The fact that Betty’s husband, Clark, had long ago stopped giving Betty the attention she needed had not ended her sex life. Betty was discrete, to be sure. But a woman with her lush figure and classic beauty had no trouble attracting the attention of a man. Her affairs had been few but well chosen and prolonged.

This last with Bill though was a departure. Bill had none of the sophistication that her other lovers had had. The boy was only eighteen. But he made up for it with raw talent. Her motives had been driven purely by lust. That lust was fueled by Bill’s easy manner and good looks. But more so by Joanne’s lurid accounts of all night fuck sessions with her daughter, Sarah.

“Clark called last night to let me know he’s coming down for two weeks.” confided Betty. “I don’t know if I can stand it. When Bill leaves I’m ready for him to go. Then I want him back. I’m worried about myself, Jo. Bill has shown me an itch that I didn’t know I needed to scratch. Now i want it scratched all the time.”

“I know what you mean, Betty.” Joanne took on a conspiratorial tone. “I haven’t had any in months now. My fingers smell like shrimp all the time.”

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Bill had surprised Joanne by being a proper mixture of attentive and supportive as Sarah and he sat at her dinning table enjoying a last evening together before she went off to college.

The evening progressed, as these evenings usually did, with cocktails in the living room and lively conversation. Sarah did a good job of keeping her feelings in check. She, Joanne and Bill all had more than the usual number of cocktails. Joanne especially.

The result was that when it was time for bed, Joanne was more than ready. She went in to her room, closed the door and promptly passed out.

Around midnight Joanne was woken by a powerful urge to pee. The alcohol hadn’t worn off completely and the bathroom procedure took more than the usual effort. As she sat down she became aware of noises coming from Sarah’s bedroom.

Bill was treating Sarah to a goodbye fucking and by the sounds coming from her, she was enjoying it.

“Unnnh! huh huh your fucking cock’s so big! Give it to me! Huh huh, FUCK! Give it to me.” Apparently Bill didn’t need this last direction since Joanne could hear Sarah’s bed creaking in tempo. The bed creaks were punctuated by the slap, slap, slap of Bill burying his fabled cock into her daughter’s willing pussy.

Joanne cupped her ample left breast with her left hand and caressed it gently. She could feel the familiar tingle of excitement growing between her legs. The cock she had fantasized about so many times. The huge prick that Betty had spoken of so often and in such detail was pumping a pussy just one room away, Never mind that it was her daughter’s pussy it was pumping. A moan escaped her lips as she pinched her nipple. She was seized by an uncontrollable urge.

She pulled on a thin silk robe and eased open the door to her bedroom. The door to Sarah’s bedroom was closed, but there was a waist high window to her bedroom at the back of the house. Joanne stepped through a sliding glass door into the moonlight. The South Florida night was cooler than usual and her nipples stiffened under the thin fabric of her robe.

The house was built in an L-shape, with a six foot high cinder block wall squaring it off. Turning, she walked to the end of the house and made her way through a side gate and along the side of the house and around the back.