Almost in time with Sally, Jennifer also climaxed with an intensity that she hadn't enjoyed in oh so very long. Her body trembled as her mouth formed a silent O. Her legs and arms grew weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her near naked form. For long moments after her bodyquake had ceased she just drifted there, listening to the rapid beating of her heart. She always loved to savor the first moments after an orgasm. One of the sad truths of her life these days was that the orgasms she enjoyed by her own hand were much more enjoyable than those produced by her husband. This climax in particular, had been quite memorable to say the least. Twenty long minutes passed as Jennifer sat there in the dark room, waiting until the lights went out in Sally's apartment. She couldn't believe what she'd done. Yet at the same time she was so glad she'd done it. Never in her life could she have imagined that it could be so exciting to watch two people make love -- and two women at that. What was it that they called someone like that, oh yes -- a voyeur. Quietly as she could she made her way back up to her own bedroom. Jack was still dead to the world as she crawled back into their bed. Despite her recent climax, Jennifer was still horny and reached under the thin sheet and stroked Jack's cock. It didn't take long to bring it to a familiar hardness. Despite this she couldn't seem to get him interested. "Come on Jack." she whispered as she ducked under the sheet and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. "If this doesn't wake the dead, nothing will." she thought as she ran her tongue along the underside of his balls. "Mmmmmmmm." Jack finally stirred as the pleasant feeling finally woke him up. "Hi honey." Jennifer purred as she let his cock slip from her mouth and climbed on top of him. "I am so, so horny." she said in her sexiest voice. Before Jack could respond, Jennifer had guided his cock to the entrance of her moist mound and was pressing hard against it. "Fuck me baby!" Jennifer said as she felt his hardness fill her. "Fuck me hard!" Jennifer began to move up and down on his cock, enjoying the sensations that grew in intensity with each motion. Bracing her hand against the sides of the bed, Jennifer rose and dropped with an ever increasing frequency. Faster and faster, she pumped, creating a suction that was drawing the life out of his cock. "Oh Yes....Jennifer!.." Jack called out as he matched her familiar motions. At the rate she was moving, Jennifer knew that he would cum quickly. Even as a young man, Jack had little self control. A few minutes later she felt his body tensing. Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove herself down on it with a fury. Up again she raised and then down with the same abandon. Twice more was all it took as she felt the first hot burst erupt inside her. Finally it was done and her hot, sweat covered body collapsed upon his. Too exhausted to even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still within her. Eventually it began to shrink to its pre-aroused state and slipped from within her... Drained, Jack quickly fell back asleep, leaving Jennifer to ponder what she had done. It'd been years since they'd fucked in the middle of the night. In fact it'd been months since they'd fucked at all. It had been sex, pure and simple. Jack had been nothing more than a warm blooded dildo used for her pleasure. Truth be told, Jennifer knew she would have traded it in a moment for the lifeless hard rubber one that Sally had worn, as long as the young Asian woman was attached to the other end of it... It was that thought that filled Jennifer's mind as she finally drifted off to sleep. The next Friday morning came quickly and with it Sally and Jennifer's morning coffee. It was hard for Jennifer to keep her mind on the more mundane topics of discussion. All she could see when she looked at Sally was the image of her half naked, screwing the life out of that blonde woman. Four times that week, Jennifer had masturbated to that memory and each climax had been as rewarding as the original. "Do you have any plans for tomorrow night?" Jennifer asked as casually as she could, trying not to sound too interested in the answer. "Why yes, I was planning to go out with a friend." Sally replied as she sipped her coffee. "Why?" "Oh no reason, I just thought if you had no plans we might watch a movie on cable or something." Jennifer explained. "No big deal, maybe another night." "Sure, why not." Sally said. The moment Sally said she was going out, Jennifer knew that it would be with that blonde again. Silently she hoped they would find their way once again back to Sally's apartment, because if they did, she knew she would be there also. The temptation was too hard to resist. During the week, Sally had left the keys to the basement apartment with Jennifer because the exterminator was coming by. The older woman had taken the opportunity to check on the peep hole from the other side. To her relief, it was practically invisible. The hole was part of a small piece of chipped wallboard where a wall light had been installed. When the wall light was on, you couldn't look directly at the hole from Sally's side. Jennifer had eliminated the possibility of light from the utility room sided by covering that hole with a small piece of tape. Jennifer stared at the ceiling as she waited for the clock to reach twelve. She assumed that Sally would be home at the same time as last week. The brunette was too excited to sleep and she ignored Jack's snoring as she ran her finger up and down the slit in her mound. Finally she couldn't wait any longer and got up. Following the same pattern as last week, she made her way to the utility room. Carefully she removed the tape and saw that the basement apartment was still dark. A small frown of disappointment filled her face. Did they go somewhere else? Perhaps the blonde's home? "I'm here, might as well give it a little time." Jennifer thought to herself as she got comfortable. She'd fixed up that corner of the utility room earlier in the week, making a little platform out of some heavy wooden boxes and topping it with one of the boy's old bean bag chairs. It gave her a comfortable place to sit. It was almost too comfortable as once she'd sat there a while, Jennifer fell asleep. It was only the sound of voices through the wall that woke her up. Sally was finally home. Excitedly, Jennifer pressed her eye against her spyhole. Yes, it was Sally, and she was in much the same state of undress that she'd been the week before. The Chinese woman was kneeling on the bed, straddling another woman whose face was pressed between Sally's legs. It was obvious from the look of contentment on her face and the soft moans from Sally's lips that the partially obscured woman had her tongue up and within Sally's pussy. "This is so exciting." Jennifer thought as she slowly caressed her own pussy, imagining the feel of a willing tongue on it. "Come on Amber." she silently added. "Do it to us!" It wasn't until both Sally and Jennifer had their first mini-climax that the woman beneath Sally climbed out from under her lower and Jennifer got a good look at her face. "That's not Amber." Jennifer started to exclaim out loud, catching herself only at the last moment. Sure enough, the woman in Sally's bed wasn't the same blonde that had been there a week before. She was just as blonde but her hair was long, stretching down to her waist. The light was bright enough for Jennifer to see that unlike Amber, this new love had blue eyes. Finally, it was obvious that this blonde was in her mid-thirties. Listening carefully, Jennifer heard Sally call out her name. It was Susan. The night ended much as it had the week before, with Jennifer sharing Sally and Susan's climax. The only change was that when she went back upstairs, Jennifer was more willing to stop at the bathroom and satisfy herself with her vibrator rather than try to repeat last weeks late night fuck with Jack. The final result was the same with fewer problems. Seven days quickly passed and during them Jennifer's thoughts turned many times to the question of who she would find with Sally when she looked though the hole on Saturday night. At least once a day she masturbated to the images of the last two weekends and the anticipation of what was to come. She no longer cared that Jack had started working later than he normally did and that she slept alone more and more. It just gave her more time to think of Sally. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Oh Sally, tes seins sont si magnifiques. J'adore les sucer." said the small long haired brunette who was sucking eagerly at Sally's breasts. "C'est l'attention de ta langue merveilleusee Marie-Josee, qui fait ressortir leur veritable beaute." Sally replied as she gently stroked the side of her lover's face. From her hidden view, Sally could easily hear the words of love but her own limited high school French was two decades behind her. The most she could make out was that the girl's name was Marie. She was a small woman, 25 years old and only 4'11" in height. What she lacked in stature she more than made up in passion. As she had the two weeks before, Jennifer shared in that passion. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Who will it be tonight?" Jennifer thought as she made herself comfortable in the beanbag chair. "The suspense is killing me." She didn't have long to wait, and the answer wasn't who but whom. Sally was laying across the bed, her head nestled between the ample breasts of a plump, dark skinned Philippine woman. Jennifer guessed she must've weighed about 160 lbs., but was nevertheless an extremely sexy woman. Her breasts were at least 44D and rested on each side of Sally's head. Across both women's feet lay another Asian woman in her early 20's. As pale skinned as the first was dark, she had small rounded breasts and a tiny black patch between her legs. In her hand she held a small white vibrator, which at the moment was half buried in Sally's pussy. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Oh my God!" Jennifer gasped as she took in the appearance of the blonde propped against the headboard of the large bed, her wet pussy growing wetter under the gentle caress of Sally's tongue. "I hope she's legal." added the 38 year old as she admired the small firm breasts that bounced up and down as the girl met each stroke of Sally's tongue with a thrust of her own. The girl was 5'3" with a face that didn't look more than 16. All the girl was wearing was a bright red bra, pulled down to expose her mounds. The matching panties were somewhere on the floor. Her skin was tanned from head to toe, giving her an even more juvenile appearance. The girl had a familiar look to her. Jennifer knew she had never met her before, but there was something about her. Then it came to her. The girl was almost a dead ringer for a teen actress that had appeared on a sitcom when Jennifer was younger. The Bradley Group or something like that. She couldn't remember the actress' name but she remembered that all the teenage boys in the neighborhood had been hot for her. Jennifer remembered overhearing her older brother tell one of his friends that she was the girl they most wanted to fuck. It caused Jennifer some concern to think that her boarder had seduced an underage girl. But not so much concern that she failed to bury three of her fingers within her cunt, frantically rubbing her clit. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Five weeks, six different lovers -- it was too much for Jennifer to fully absorb. Her whole world now seemed to revolve around that small utility room and the visions of delight just beyond it. That she was invading the privacy of others no longer came into play. All she knew was that nothing in her life had caused such a reaction within her. In her dreams, she became the women in Sally's bed -- the object of her considerable lust. The following week, Sally had a small cold and decided to stay home alone over the weekend. Jennifer couldn't believe the deep sense of disappointment she had felt over that. The Saturday nights they unknowingly shared were becoming an all consuming obsession. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Jennifer's face paled at the sight that greeted her eyes a short week later. She had heard about such things but neither understood them or ever thought she would. Sally was face down on her bed, her hands and arms tightly bound together by thin white cord. A small black gag filled her mouth, the center of which held a tiny red ball. Her legs were spread wide apart, chained to a thin wooden pole that kept them that way. "Take it bitch!" the salt and pepper haired woman said as she held on to the strap on cock between her legs and pressed it against the gap between Sally's cheeks. "You know you want it." Dressed in a leather outfit that left her large breasts hanging free, the 50 year old woman pushed harder until the head of her rubber cock began to disappear into Sally's wet pussy. The Chinese woman bucked up and down as her captor pushed inch after inch inside of her. "Oh baby, you know you love it" Rose Marie said as she slid the full length into her helpless captive. Sally's voice was muffled by the gag, but the look in her eyes told volumes. Yes, she did love it. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Sally's love of toys was never more evident a week later when she shared her bed with a 25 year old athletic blonde with fire-gold hair named Kelly. A long hard double-ended dildo connected the two woman as they rocked each other to orgasm after orgasm. In Jennifer's sizzling dreams that night, she was the woman on the other side of that artificial cock. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Melissa was the next woman's name. She had long waist length hair that was a sort of blonde/brunette cross and a delightful 35C bust. Their lovemaking that night was somewhat more conventional but inspiring none the less. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Finally there was Terresa, a tall full figured blonde who showed that given the mood, Sally could be dominant as well as submissive. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= In the two months since Jennifer's nocturnal voyeurism had begun, she had undergone some major changes in her thinking. There was a time that she would've thought of any woman who had so many different lovers as a slut, pure and simple. Now it just seemed to her that Sally was just living an adventurous sex life. What really amazed her was the way that Sally could keep the different aspects of her life apart. For most of the week she was in every aspect a pillar of the community. A tireless and dedicated nurse who not only put in long hours at the hospital but also spent part of her day off at the free clinic downtown. Then come Saturday night it was as if she only had to throw a switch and be transformed into a dynamo of lesbian lust. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Excuse me, does Sally Yee live here?" said a strong feminine voice from behind Jennifer as she worked in the garden. Jennifer looked up from her work to see a tall black woman standing on the other side of the bushes. At least 5'9", she had very dark skin which formed a perfect contrast with exquisitely styled white hair. The woman, who introduced herself as Dr. Cheryl Barrret, had one of the prettiest faces that Jennifer had ever seen on any woman and was also blessed with a body just as perfect. If she hadn't introduced herself as a doctor, Jennifer would've put her occupation as a model. "Yes, Sally lives here." Jennifer replied as she wiped her hands on the wet washrag she always kept around when she did yard work. "But I'm afraid that she's not home yet." "Oh, that's too bad." Cheryl said as she glanced at her watch. "I was hoping to catch her before I had to go to work." "Well she should be home in about a half hour." Jennifer offered as she glanced at her own watch. "You're welcome to wait if you want. Can I offer you some lemonade or something?" "That sounds fine, thank you." Cheryl said with a smile. "As long as I'm not keeping you from anything." "Not at all," Jennifer said as she opened the door to the kitchen. "I was just about to knock off anyway. Make yourself comfortable." Through the large kitchen window, Jennifer watched as the well dressed woman took a seat on the porch. A tall, cold drink in each hand, she quickly joined her. "Do you also work at Metropolitan?" Jennifer asked as she watched the woman take a sip of the drink. "No, I have a private practice." the 37 year old replied. "But I do have rights at the hospital. This is excellent lemonade by the way." "Thanks." Jennifer said. "It's a recipe my Grandmother taught me." As they each took another taste, Jennifer couldn't help but wonder if Cheryl would be the woman she saw when she looked through her peephole tomorrow night. A large part of her hoped it was. The woman was beautiful, there was no concealing that. Not even the stylish but conservative white blouse and matching blue jacket and skirt could hide the ample endowments beneath them. Jennifer had never seen a naked black woman. There had been no black girls in her classes back in school and Jack's taste in adult entertainment didn't run in that direction. She wondered what Cheryl's nipples looked like, if they were large or small. Or even if they were darker than the rest of her skin. Hopefully, she would have the chance to find out. That was something else new that Jennifer had discovered about herself in the last ten weeks. The 38 year old couldn't look at a woman anymore, even her oldest and closest friends, without imaginingg what they looked like naked. The two women chatted about innocuous subjects and twenty minutes passed quickly. Out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer spotted Sally coming down the street. "Here she is now." she remarked as she stood up and waved to get the Asian woman's attention. "Sally, back here." she called out. Smiling, Sally followed the stone walk to the patio. The smile changed to a startled look when she spotted Cheryl. "Cheryl!" she said, the surprise in her voice evident. "I'm sorry to stop by unannounced." the tall woman said as she rose to her feet. "But I really didn't want to just leave a message on your answering machine." "Is something wrong?" Sally asked, the surprise in her voice quickly changing to concern. "No, nothing like that." Cheryl answered quickly. "Actually, it's good news. I've been offered a chance to take part in a two week seminar with Dr. Simon Nickols. One of the other participants had to bow out at the last minute. " "That's great." Sally said, her face lighting up. Jennifer had no idea who this Dr. Nickols was, but it was obvious from Sally's reaction that he was someone important. "The problem is that I have to be in San Francisco by tomorrow. My flight leaves in about three hours." "So what's the problem, get on the plane." Sally said. "Tomorrow night...remember?" Cheryl said. "The ....." She stopped in mid-sentence as she remembered Jennifer was there with them. "It's okay," Sally said, guessing the reason for Cheryl's sudden pause. "Jennifer knows I'm a lesbian." "Oh," the dark skinned woman said, looking at Jennifer for a moment and then turning her attention back to Sally. "Tomorrow night is the dance." Her emphasis on 'the dance' told Jennifer that this was no ordinary function. Quietly she stood there, hoping to hear more. "Don't worry about that." Sally replied. "You just get on that plane." "I'm really sorry, I know how much you were looking forward to it." Cheryl said in her most apologetic tone. "It's too late for you to ask anyone else and ..." "Don't think another minute about that." Sally said as she pressed a long slender finger to Cheryl's bright red lips. "You just go and have a great time." "You're sure?" Cheryl said. "Go!" Sally said in a forceful yet caring tone. She planted a quick kiss on Cheryl's cheek and whispered something in her ear. Without another word, the tall blue suited woman turned and walked to her car. As soon as she was out of sight, the look of support on Sally's face faded and Jennifer could see the slightest look of disappointment in its place. "I guess this dance was pretty important." Jennifer said. "And I'm assuming Cheryl was your date for the evening." "Yes to both." Sally answered. "The dance is sponsored by the Sean McMurphy Memorial Fund. It's one of the biggest events of the year in our circle of friends.î "And I guess it goes without saying that it's a couples only event and all your friends are already matched up." Jennifer added. Sally's expression signaled agreement. "So I guess you'll have to find a new date by tomorrow night." "That's easier said than done." Sally sighed, the measure of disappointment very evident. "Oh, I don't know." Jennifer countered. "I really don't have any plans for the weekend." "What?" Sally said a little surprised. "I said, I'm free for the weekend." Jennifer repeated. "And it's been ages since I've gone dancing. I'd love to go with you. Unless of course I'm not the type of woman that you'd like to be seen with?" "Oh no, of course not." Sally said. "It's just that I never considered the idea that you'd want to go. I mean, its just a dance and all, but I think most straight women would be afraid of being labeled 'lesbian by association.' Of course it's being held out in Tompkins County so there's little chance of anyone you know seeing you here." Jennifer's proposal that she go with Sally had been so spur of the moment, she'd never considered the idea that someone she knew might see her at such an event. If she had considered that idea, she might not have made the suggestion. The knowledge that the dance was being held in a town almost a hundred miles away saved the brunette the embarrassment of trying to back out of her rash idea. "I'd love for you to come with me." Sally said with a bright smile. "But don't you think Jack would have a problem with it. I mean, he doesn't even know about me and from what I've observed, he's not the most liberal person I've ever met." "Oh don't worry about Jack." Jennifer said as the idea of attending the dance with Sally began to become more and more attractive. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, he's going to be away on a business trip this weekend." What Jennifer didn't mention was that going along with Jack on his business trip was his 22 year old secretary. Over the last few months, she had become sure that she was taking a most particular form of dictation from her husband. She'd met Karen a few times and it was obvious that the big breasted blonde was hired more for her measurements than her intellect. Sometimes, stereotypes did prove true. "I guess it would be all right then." Sally concluded. "As long as you're sure that you won't feel too uncomfortable going to a dance where there are only other women to dance with." "Hey, it'll be just like back in high school." Jennifer laughed. Of course, back in high school it was only the boys trying to get in her pants. Saturday morning, Jennifer practically threw Jack out of the house and set him on his way. By the time he was out of the shower, she'd had his overnight bag waiting by the door and breakfast waiting in the kitchen. Over a quick meal of pancakes and sausages, Jennifer casually mentioned that she was going to a medical association dinner with Sally that night. She said that the doctor that was originally going with Sally had be called away and that as long as the seat was already paid for, it was a crime to let it go to waste. So if Jack called that night, she would be out. "After all, since you and Karen will be wrapped up in business meetings all weekend, there's no need for me to sit home alone." Jennifer said as she cleared the dishes. A guilty look flashed across Jack's face that only helped confirm Jennifer's suspicions. The mention that Karen was going with him on the overnight trip upset Jack enough for him to simply accept Jennifer's plans at face value and to hope she didn't dwell too much on her presence. Jennifer spent a good part of the afternoon at her favorite beauty salon getting her hair done. In retrospect, she wished she'd gone to one on the other side of town. The beautician who was cutting her hair was a friend of a friend and much too nosy to suit Jennifer's taste. When asked what kind of event she needed her hair done up for, Jennifer had said a dinner dance and expected to leave it at that. Instead, the girl then proceded to ask a hundred questions that simply were none of her business. Still, the inquisition had been worth it, her hair looked incredible. She hoped Sally appreciated it.