When Monday morning came, Heather was still confused.
She had said nothing to Tom about the strange events she had witnessed the night of the party. And she had certainly said nothing about what she herself had done. He would not have approved of her playing with herself while she watched a couple fuck.
By Monday morning, Heather was ravenously horny once again. In the two days since she had seen Jake screw the young brunette, the scene had been much on her mind.
She remembered his cock – so long and thick and eager, and long-lasting.
She also remembered his saying her tits were the most beautiful he had ever seen. It might not be right to be flattered by the appreciation of an adulterer, but she was. It boosted her ego immensely.
For the first time, she was toying with thoughts of fucking a man other than her husband. She was imagining what it would be like to feel his hard prick inside her hot needing cunt. The thought turned her on.
She no longer felt guilty about betraying her friend. It seemed Linda didn't mind if Jake fucked other women. But she did feel a little guilty about her own husband.
If he had screwed her over the weekend, she might have buried the salacious thoughts deep inside. But he didn't.
The pretty redhead felt nervous about facing Linda for their planned breakfast. She knew she would be thinking about what she had seen the other night. But dare she say anything to Linda?
It was ten a.m. when she knocked on her girl friend's kitchen door.
"Hi, honey. Come on in! Jake just left." The blonde took the younger woman by the hand and led her into the kitchen. She poured them both a cup of coffee and sat opposite Heather at the kitchen table.
"I thought we'd talk for a while and then have a nice brunch. Heather, that is a lovely dress. Blue is your color, darling!" She reached out and stroked the soft puffed sleeve. She grabbed the redhead's hand. "And your nails! Heather! Blue fingernails?" She laughed. "On you, darling, it looks good!"
Heather grinned at her exuberant friend. "Why not? Anything for a kick!"
Linda looked at her with mock suspicion. "Anything? Oh, my dear, that opens so many possibilities!" She winked.
"Well, I don't have to ask if you had a good weekend. The answer is obvious. You're as cheerful as a spring chicken."
"Let's leave my private sex life out of it!" She laughed at her own weak joke. "Seriously, darling, I did have a wonderful weekend. You remember Rita from the party? Well, she and her husband stayed over on Friday night we all had a wonderful time."