Chapter 4

Jenny Thomas lay naked on the shag carpeting watching television. The soft fibers of the rug caressed her stomach and thighs, and the warm, afternoon sun shining through the window, reflected off her golden hair. Her husband,

Alan, lay beside her, asleep.

"Honey," she said, are you awake?" She reached over and squeezed his cock, which caused him to stir. "Let's make love again, Alan. I want you to fuck me again." She continued fondling his soft cock until he was wide awake.

"I can't, Jenny," he said, irritated. "We just did it a few minutes ago.

I'm not Superman." He rose and walked into the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" she asked, disappointed.

"I'm going to get dressed and walk down to the drugstore to get some cigarettes. Do you want anything?" he asked.

"No thank you," she said. She rolled over onto her back and placed her hand on her cunt, caressing the soft, blonde hair. Her marriage was not going well, she thought. She could not quite put her finger on the problem.

Perhaps, they were bored with each other.

Perhaps, they were just bored with the everyday routines of living together-waking up in the morning, eating breakfast, Alan going to work, coming home from work, eating dinner, going to bed, getting up again in the morning. Even the sex was not as much fun as it was when they were first married. There was no longer any mystery or excitement in it. Alan often left her unfulfilled, which caused her to look for sex, more and more often, outside of her marriage.

"Honey," Alan called to her, interrupting her thoughts, "I'm down to my last clean shirt. Could you take the dirty ones down to the washer while I'm gone?"

"All right, I will," she called back as the door closed behind him. She didn't quite know what to do about her shaky marriage, but she knew that she would have to do something. She still loved her husband, and she was determined to save her marriage by whatever means it took.

She dressed in a skirt and blouse, not bothering with her panties or bra, enjoying the wild, free feeling, and hastened down the hallway to the laundry room.

"Hello," a voice called to Jenny as she entered the laundry room.

"Hello there," answered Jenny. She stood facing a small, red-haired woman with green eyes that Jenny thought were the prettiest she had ever seen. The woman could not have been more than five feet tall. She wore a white tee-shirt and tight cut-off jeans, which revealed her firm, well-rounded tits, her slim waist, and her shapely ass and hips.

"You must have just moved in," said the red-haired woman. "I haven't seen you before. What's your name?"

"Jenny," she answered. "My husband and I moved here two and a half weeks ago. What's your name?"

"My name is Sarah. I'm married also. We've been living here for six months now. We're both teachers at the local high school. What about you? Do you work?"

"No, I'm just a housewife," Jenny answered. "Alan, that's my husband, is a manager at the First Union Bank." She loaded her clothes into the washer as she talked.

"That sounds interesting," said Sarah as she took her clothes out of the dryer and loaded them into a basket. "Look, I'm having friends over for dinner tomorrow night. Why don't you and Alan join us? It would give you a chance to meet new people in the building."

"Sure I'd love to," said Jenny.

"Great, come over about seven o'clock. We live in number twelve-oh-one."

She picked up her basket of clothes and walked back to her apartment.

Jenny watched as the small, red-haired woman walked away and found herself admiring the woman's ass and legs. She seemed like a nice person, but there appeared to be something mysterious about her, Jenny thought. She turned on the washer and walked away, unable to put Sarah out of her mind.

She decided to go down to the rental office and talk to the manager before returning to her own apartment. There was a faucet leaking in her bathroom that was driving her crazy, and she wanted it fixed as soon as possible.

She stepped in the elevator and pressed the button labeled "Lobby." There were two teenaged boys on the elevator and Jenny could see their eyes widen at the sight of her.

"Wow, what a piece of ass!" one said to the other.

"Look at those tits and that ass!" the other said.

Jenny smiled at the boys heckling and decided to tease them a little.