Chapter 4

The new neighbor, Helen Ramsey, lived on one side of the Stephenses and the house on the other side was occupied by Tom and Darleen Jarvis. They had been there longer and were about the same age as Caroline and Jonathon, and it was natural that the two young couples should become friends. Tom and Jonathon played golf and tennis together. Caroline and Darleen went shopping together. They visited one another's home frequently and once a week or so went out together to a show or a movie or a nightclub. The Jarvis couple seemed to have a happy marriage and an upwardly mobile lifestyle.

One morning, however, Darleen had admitted to Caroline that she was frustrated a great deal of the time.

Their husbands had gone to work and Caroline had phoned and invited Darleen over for coffee and a chat. They sat on the terrace. The two couples had been out together the night before and both were suffering from mild hangovers, comforting each other and making jokes about how inefficient the men were likely to be at work that day.

They were both very pretty young ladies.

Caroline had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her body seemed to have no angles but to have been constructed of soft ovals and curves. Her tits were as round as inflated balls, topped by big nipples which might have been the valves by which those spheres had been inflated. Her belly was gently rounded, her thighs lush and her ass, as if to counterweight her tits, was also round.

Darleen was smaller and wore her dark hair cut short, with a fringe across her brow. She had brown eyes and an upturned nose with a scattering of freckles across her cheeks. Her body was not at all like Caroline's. Her tummy was flat and lean, her legs slender and her tits were small, thrusting mounds. She liked to wear cotton tee-shirts around the house, and they clung to the outline of her tits and displayed the fact that her nipples were large and usually stiff.

They were both in their mid-twenties, had been married roughly the same length of time, had a great deal in common--more than they knew, in fact--and got along well.

Neither of them were heavy drinkers, but on this memorable, hungover morning, it seemed a good idea to see if a little hairs of the dog might do the trick so, when their coffee was finished, Caroline fetched a bottle of gin and some tonic.

They each had a couple drinks.

Not accustomed to drinking much, and certainly not in the morning, the gin soon had them giggling. They weren't exactly drunk, but their hangovers had vanished and they were in high spirits. They felt that they were being risque and naughty.

"We'll be into the cooking sherry, next," Caroline joked.

"The trouble with booze is--with me--it makes me randy," Darleen said as she sipped her drink.

"Me, too."

"Boy, was I ever horny last night," Darleen stated.

Caroline grinned with lascivious interest.

"Me, too," she said again. "But so was Jonathon, so it was great, really great. I--" She paused, seeing that her friend looked unhappy or annoyed.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked.

"Umm? Oh, nothing. I was just remembering last night. That damned husband of mine is useless when he's had a few drinks. I was so damned hot I was incandescent--and he rolled over and went to sleep. I tried everything I could to get him interested, too. I wore my sexiest nighty, but he didn't even notice. Then I started playing with his prick, but it wouldn't get hard. Usually it's pretty big, but last night it was about the size of a thimble." She paused, looking impish. "I even tried giving it a suck, to see if that would make it hard. No way! There wasn't enough there to fill a tooth, let alone my mouth, and the drunken swine just kept snoring away."

"Gee--that's too bad," Caroline agreed.

The two girls had never shared confidences of this nature before and Caroline was a bit taken aback when Darleen talked so openly about sucking her husband's cock. But she knew that it was because the alcohol had relaxed her friend.

She was feeling pretty relaxed herself.

Darleen, looking sheepish now, said, "In the end, I had to give myself a handjob! Isn't that awful? Lying there in bed beside my husband, and all I could get was my own hand!"

She blushed suddenly.

"Gee, I don't know why I told you that," she said.

Caroline wanted to put Darleen at her ease. Anyway, she was finding this erotic conversation sort of exciting. She said, "Oh, that's nothing to be ashamed of, Darleen--I frig myself off a whole lot."

"You do? I always thought that Jonathon took good care of you in that way, Caroline."

"Oh, he does. At night. But he's useless in the morning-- and that's when I'm at my horniest."

"I am, too, sometimes. I fingerfuck myself after Tom goes to work. Oh, two or three times a week, I guess."

"I do it almost every day," Caroline countered.

The two young wives gazed at each other, neither knowing how to proceed from that point and both wondering if they should have admitted such things to each other. They weren't exactly embarrassed, since both had confessed to the same thing, but still it was a delicate situation. They didn't know how to end it or change the conversation.

Caroline covered up her confusion by pouring them both another drink.

Darleen said, "I don't need this."

But she took it and grinned and took a sip. The ice clinked against her white teeth.

"Naw, this ain't what I need," she added. "What I need is some stiff cock--but gin helps."

Caroline laughed.

"I thought it made you randier!"

"Yeah, that, too," Darleen sighed. "It's kind of hard, isn't it? Being a faithful wife and all, I mean. Sitting home alone all day, doing the fucking housework, washing the dishes and getting hotter and hotter until you have to frig off."

"Think we should get jobs?" Caroline asked.