Julia helps a neighbour (Part 1)

In this story Julia is 28 and has been married

for five years. She lives with her well-to-do but dull

and jealous husband Henry in a villa in the village of Innbury.

Julia helps a neighbour - Part 1

The first time Jacques, the teenage son of Julia's half-sister Anne, had

come to stay with her and her husband Henry, he had formed a close

friendship with Derek Hawthorn, a boy of his own age across

the road.

Like most of the boys in the neighbourhood, young Derek had

the hots for Julia and fantasised constantly about her. She

loved to flirt with youngsters and tease them, and wild

rumours circulated among the local boys about her being a "spunk freak"

who jerked and sucked off teenagers she picked up around the village or

in the woods near the high school. Some claimed she would "go all the

way" and let boys fuck her if they turned her on enough.

There was more than a little truth in these rumours. Julia was

a compulsive adultress, and cheating on her much older husband gave her

a perverse kick, particularly if she did it when he was around and she ran

the risk of being caught. But although she fucked frequently with men she

fancied when her husband was at work, her favourite pastime was exciting

young boys and letting them grope her off while they squirted their spunk

on her.

Like Jacques, who also adored her and was later to

have an 'affair' with her, Derek was a good-looking lad and

high on Julia's list of boys she wanted to "play" with. She only

needed the excuse and opportunity to be alone with him at

home. He was infatuated with her and sometimes the way he

looked at her with longing in his soft eyes made her juices

run with desire for him. Everything about her seemed to

increase his longing, her smiles and glances, her hair, her

perfume, her pretty clothes. Every time he came to the house when

Jacques was there she encouraged him to stay for dinner.

On these occasions she touched him and brushed against him

casually at every opportunity. She gave both boys quick

glimpses under her skirt and posed her slim legs provocatively

when she sat on the sofa, smiling secretly when she caught one

of them looking at them. The fact that her husband was there

made it more exciting to tease the boys and it turned her on

to think that they would probably lie in bed later

masturbating while they thought about her.

Because of Derek's friendship with Jacques it was natural that

she should get to know Derek's mother and she did all she

could to foster a friendship although she thought Mrs.

Hawthorn was a bit of a prude and a bore. Before long they

were visiting each other's homes fairly regularly for coffee

and social chitchat.

Derek soon realised that Mrs. Calder usually visited on

Wednesday nights and he made a point of being there, sitting

in a corner opposite her pretending to read a book but

secretly looking at the smooth legs she always crossed

obligingly for him.

One Wednesday Julia was unusually randy. When she saw Derek

passing the house during the day she had an overwhelming

desire to suck his cock and immediately decided she would

visit his mother that night and invent an excuse to lure the

boy to her own house the following day.

After she had washed the dinner dishes she went upstairs to

change, wanting to look as feminine and fetching as possible

for her young admirer. She put on a thin gauzy summer dress

over a full-length slip, smoothed on her sheerest stockings

and slipped her little feet into her favourite white high-

heeled sandals,

Henry was already ensconced before the TV set and knowing

where she was going, hardly bothered when she called "I'm off

to Mrs. Hawthorn's and I'll probably be late."

Derek was in his usual corner. When he saw her he drew his

breath in and flushed. Julia laughed. "Hello Derek. Do you

like my dress then?" Mrs. Hawthorn, not realising what she was

up to, complimented her on it, adding that she could never get

away with anything like that.

As she disappeared into the kitchen to make the coffee, Julia

turned with a sly suggestive smile towards the boy. His eyes

were glued to her crossed legs. She twisted her slim ankle,

rotating her slender high-heel. Then, lifting the leg slightly

towards him she leaned forward and slid her hand slowly down

over her pale transparent stocking. The nylon whispered

huskily under her fingers as she drew them up again even

slower, caressing herself. He flushed with arousal as he

watched her. She laughed again softly.

"Jacques is coming back on Friday and he's staying over the

weekend." She gave him a little secretive knowing smile. "So I

suppose you two will be getting up to your tricks again." He

flushed again. Did she know about their visits to the dirty

backstreet bookseller in Barencester and the second-hand sex

magazines they bought together and swapped? Surely not... But

if she did she didn't seem to disapprove...

"Why don't you come over tomorrow morning - about 10 - and

help me get things ready for him? I'm going to need some help

shifting the furniture." She raised an inquiring eyebrow and

as he hesitated she recrossed her legs, her fragile stockings

rasping softly. "Okay," he nodded, excited tremendously by the

idea that he would be alone with her in the house. Her liquid

eyes flashed briefly as she smiled approval of his decision.

Julia settled it all with Derek's mother over coffee. "I've so

much to do, and he can be such a help in the garden and with

shifting the furniture for me upstairs."

"Well, he doesn't help me much," complained Mrs. Hawthorn and

Julia laughed.

The evening passed pleasantly until Derek's father, suddenly

appeared home from the pub. It was Julia's cue to leave. Hugo

Hawthorn, like his son, fancied her in no uncertain terms.

When she had come to Roberts Avenue there were rumours that she

fucked regularly with Hank Johnson, an unemployed builder who

lived opposite the Calders and had helped her husband to

renovate the house. Rumour had it too that the Johnsons had

left the neighbourhood after Mrs. Johnson had caught the two

together fucking like animals on her living-room couch.

The whispered gossip both enflamed Hugo's lust and made him

jealous. Hank Johnson, although lean and lascivious, was far

from good-looking and Hugo was convinced that if Julia wanted

cock badly enough to screw with him, he must certainly have a

chance of sticking his dick into her now that the Johnsons had

left. As a result he was always making suggestive remarks to

her, and although she had never responded, he was convinced he

only needed to make a bold physical pass at her to get her

into bed.

Julia, of course, was well aware of this. Although he was

rather short and on the heavy side, he was strongly-built and

reasonably good-looking and she had often thought of doing a

turn with him when she was in the mood for a good hard

shafting. But Julia had lovers galore and in the meantime it

amused her to tease him and keep him simmering for her for a

while. She knew that he would eventually become so frustrated

he would make an open pass at her and she also knew that if he

touched her she would probably let him have his way with her.

Hugo had come home from the pub early because he knew Julia

would be there. The drink had not only stimulated his lust but

added to his determination to make a proper pass at her.

"Well, it's the lovely Mrs. Calder," he boomed as he entered

the room. "You're looking particularly appetising tonight,

Julia, if I may say so."

Julia who had stood up ready to go looked coolly at him as he

undressed her with his eyes. "You may say so, Hugo. But I have

to get along now."

"Ah, got a date, have we?" he leered.

"No," said Julia turning to Derek. "But we have one tomorrow,

don't we Derek?" He nodded emphatically while his father

scowled. "So don't be late will you? We've got lots of things

to do..."

She turned to go. As she passed Hawthorn she smelt the beer on

his breath. "Let me see you out," he said as he opened the

door to the hall. "I'll manage fine," said Julia, suspecting

that he was finally going to make a pass at her in the

darkened hallway. Ignoring her refusal he followed her into

the hall closing the living-room door behind him. As she stood

waiting for him to open the front door she felt his hand touch

then grope over her buttocks. She let him feel her and,

encouraged, he moved closer.

"If you ever need a hand when Henry's not there, I'm willing

to come," he whispered throatily. He arched his hips gently.

He had a hardon - a big one - and Julia felt it nudge her hip

as she half turned round towards him. She deliberately leaned

against it, resisting a sudden urge to feel it with her hand.

"Mmmm... You're making it hard for me, Hugo," she laughed

teasingly. "I like men with big muscles who come when I want

them to." She hadn't moved away and his hand was still on her

buttock. He tugged her against his cock which was now fully

erect. Julia's breath quickened as she wriggled slowly against

it as if to escape.

"Hot little cock-teasing slut!" Hawthorn whispered hoarsely.

"I know how you fuck about when Henry's at work, how Hank

Johnson used to slip across the road every day and shag the

shit out of you. Just give me the chance to stick this in you

and I'll give you a fuck you won't forget." He ground his

stiff cock against her belly. In spite of herself it aroused

her beyond the point of caution. She gave a breathless laugh

and reached down to touch it.

"Show me it!" she taunted as his trembling hands pawed her

slender body, sliding her gauzy dress around on the smoothness

of her slip. Her breathing became hot and shallow. "If you

take it out I'll jerk you off," she panted.

He thought she was still teasing him and he shivered with lust

and frustration. "Bitch! You know I can't here. Come outside

round the back and do it." But to his surprise Julia was

serious and he broke out in a sweat as her slender fingers

ripped down his zipper and burrowed inside his trousers.

"No, here," she panted, now turned on tremendously by the

situation. "I want to do it here... while she's in there." She

nodded at the living-room door.

His thick cock was out in her little hand now, erect, hot and

pulsing. Expertly she slid back his foreskin with one hand and

licked the palm of the other.

"Uhh... big hot dick!" she breathed in genuine admiration,

watching his face as she smoothed her moist palm back and

forth round the flared ridge of his glans.

"Jesus!" he gasped, his face growing purple as she

simultaneously pumped her left hand up and down his rigid,

rippling meat while she skilfully massaged his slippery

swollen knob under her palm and between her forked knuckles.

It would normally have taken fifteen to twenty minutes to jerk

off a man of his age with a cock this size. But Julia was a

pastmaster in the art of masturbation and knew she could do it

in less than ten. She also knew from long experience that the

faster she did it the thicker and whiter his spunk would be

when it came, and that turned her on even more.

She continued to use both hands on him, twisting and pumping

the thick rippling muscle relentlessly while she watched his

face intently, eyes gleaming lasciviously in the shadows.

For five minutes the only sounds in the darkened hall were of

heavy irregular breathing, the rhythmic squelch of Hawthorn's

penis, the soft rasping of Julia's stockings and the

occasional scrape of her high heel on the floor as her slim

legs rubbed together in her growing excitement.

In a few more moments her slender wrist began to ache but she

could tell from the convulsive muscular spasms that it

would not be long now before she made him ejaculate. In the

shadows she could see the sweat gleaming now on his brow as he

grunted and strained, trying to fuck in her fist.

"Come on... squirt!" she hissed between clenched teeth,

trembling with excitement in the knowledge that his wife could

come into the hall at any minute and catch them. "Give...

it... to me!... Uhhh-hh... God!... Shoot!... Shoot your

spunk!"

Suddenly Julia froze as Hawthorn's wife called from the

living-room, "Hugo, do you want this coffee?"

"God, don't stop!" he gasped. "I'm... I'm nearly there..."

With a whimper of excitement Julia sank down till her face was

level with his cock. "Do it then!" she panted urgently.

"Squirt it in my mouth..." Eagerly she stuffed the rigid,

wildly jerking meat between her teeth, dropping her jaw as far

as she could to accommodate it.

"Oh, my God!" he groaned feeling her tongue flicker urgently

on the underside of his knob.

Julia queried his progress, gurgling incoherently. "Mmm?

Mmmmmpphhff?" He answered by clutching at her head. With a

shuddering groan began to squirt his load into her mouth.

Still pumping her hand on him, Julia gurgled in triumph as she

gulped at the thick warm slime flooding her mouth, coating her

tongue and sliding round her teeth.

"Hugo, what are you doing?" Mrs. Hawthorn called impatiently.

"I... I'm coming, dear," Hawthorn called in a cracked voice.

Julia, trying not to laugh, began to choke as she continued to

gulp at the thick spunk clogging her throat. As soon as he was

finished she stood up wiping her mouth with the back of her

hand. Hastily he tucked away his half-erect penis and he had

just done up his zipper when the door opened. In a flash of

inspiration Julia pulled his head down on to her shoulder.

Mrs. Hawthorn gasped when she saw the bodies entangled in the

shadows. Coolly Julia said "I'm afraid he's had a bit of a turn,

Betsy. I think he must have had too much at the pub. I thought

he was going to pass out for a minute but I massaged his heart

and I think he's all right now."

Mrs. Hawthorn pulled her husband round to face her. In the

light from the living-room he looked terrible. He was still

panting and trembling. His face was as white as a sheet and

masked in cold sweat.

"Good God, Henry! You look awful! We have to get you into

bed." She turned to the living-room. "Derek!" she called.

"Your father's ill. Come and help me get him upstairs."

Derek appeared in the doorway and looked curiously at Julia.

She gave a helpless little shrug of her shoulders. "I'll be

off then. I hope he'll be better in the morning."

She tried desperately not to laugh outright as Mrs. Hawthorn

thanked her effusively. "Thank you so much, Julia. I don't

know what I'd have done if you hadn't been here. I'm just

hopeless in these situations."

"I'll bet you are," thought Julia. "Bet your husband's never

come like that in YOUR mouth!"

It was still light when Julia stepped into the street again and

far too early to go home. The danger of being discovered in

such thrilling unexpected encounters always heightened her excitement,

sometimes to fever pitch, and although she had tried to appear

calm in front of Hugo and his wife, the craving itch of her

cunt and the gnawing of irrepressible hunger deep down in her belly

made it imperative that she find another cock soon to satisfy her lust...

any cock would do, so great was her need.

She looked left and right but the street was deserted. Her first instinct was

to go left and head for the woods near the school. If she could not

pick up someone there she could at least masturbate. But then

she remembered that Henry usually went there with the dog. So

she turned right and headed for the park, the side gate of which

was always open. Henry might go there too, but it was less

likely - he did not approve of the fornicating couples, voyeurs

and prostitutes who frequented the park at night. "If I hang

around the gate," she thought. "I can pretend I'm a hooker..."

Suddenly a figure turned the corner ahead of her and her heart

leapt with excitement. It was Frank Williams and she knew her

problem was over. Frank and his pretty young wife Fiona had come

to live further down the avenue only a month or so before and as

soon as Julia saw him she had fallen for him. He was slim, fairhaired

and blue-eyed and in his early thirties, and every night he passed their

house walking the most beautiful long-haired pedigree Pyr?an dog

she had ever seen... so big and beautiful that, if it had been there

when she'd first left the Hawthorns' house, she would have let it fuck

her... had not his master appeared.

Julia had soon worked out what time Frank passed her house each

night, always looking in briefly through the big picture window where

she stood in her slip every morning, after Henry had gone to work,

smoking and watching young boys pass on their way to school. He

did that because he had seen her too and was thrilled by her looks

(although he did not yet know of her reputation).

Determined to meet him, Julia one night went out earlier than usual

with Spot, her short-haired black and white mongrel. She timed it to

perfection and shortly after she was far enough from the house not to

be seen, Frank came up behind her. "You're Mrs. Calder, aren't you?"

he said. Julia gave him her most winning smile and said "Yes" while

her hot caramel eyes looked into his and silently said "Fuck me if you

want!" From then on he was lost...

They had walked together to the end of the avenue, then turned into

the deserted road leading to the school. There he tentatively slipped

his arm round her waist. Not only did she not object but she slipped

her arm around his as well, gently pulling him in behind the high

hedge that bordered the road. In a moment they were kissing hotly

like teenage schoolkids. Feeling his erection against her lower belly,

Julia suddenly withdrew her tongue from his mouth and gently

pushed him away. They were both still holding the dogs. Frank's was

called Boss and was much the older, but sweet and patient as Spot

frisked around him. Julia laughed softly. "They seem to like each

other," she said. "What a pity Spot isn't a girl! We could have

watched them fucking while we did it ourselves!"

It was then that Frank first realised what a hot and shameless slut Julia

really was and it made him as horny as hell. He took Spot from her

and tied both dogs up to a little tree. When he turned again to her she

was smiling the little smile all women would have recognised as the

"Gotcha!" smile. This time when he pulled her into his embrace her

mouth was open and waiting for his tongue and, as he kissed her, her

hand fell down immediately into his crotch, unzipping his trousers.

He pulled his mouth away briefly while she extracted his cock,

nuzzling her throat under her soft perfumed hair. "Oh God!" he

panted. "You're so beautiful... I want to fuck you!"

"I know, darling," she whispered softly, while she stroked his erection

with an expertise he had never encountered before. "But we don't

have time..." Whereupon she slid down slowly onto her knees on the

grass and took his cock in her mouth. "Oh sweet Jesus!" he thought

as she brought him to his climax. "Fiona is good, but this is fucking

fabulous!" Suddenly she had pulled his hot spasming cock from the

warm butter of her mouth and was rubbing it over her face while she

fingered herself furiously under her skirt. As she well knew, he could

control himself no longer and his spunk spurted over her eyes, nose

and mouth as she mewled in a squirming gasping orgasm...

For one reason or another, they had not been able to see each other

alone since. But all this flashed through Julia's mind as she ran

diagonally across the deserted avenue to stop him before he reached

her house - something else had flashed through her mind as well when

she had glanced briefly at her window and seen the light of the

television flickering in the sitting-room.

Halfway across the road the heelstrap of her white high-heeled sandal

slipped off. She did not stop to hitch it up again but continued, half-

running, half-hopping, her slender heel scraping on the ground, to

where Frank stood waiting for her with a broad smile of pleasure.

"Julia, how wonderful!" he exclaimed running his eyes over her pretty

dress and stockinged legs. "You look absolutely fabulous! What

have you been up to dressed like that?... Are you going to walk the

dog?"

"God, what simpletons men are!" Julia thought. "Instead of saying

'I'd like to fuck you and squirt my come on that dress!' he says 'Are

you going to walk the dog?'"

"No darling, it's Henry's turn tonight!" she said breathlessly. His eyes

denoted his disappointment. "Listen..." she continued urgently, "I

need to fuck... you understand... f.u.c.k - fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!"

He looked at her in astonishment. "You mean... ?... When then?

Julia nearly shouted at him in frustration "Now!... Can't you see?" she

panted.

She was looking up at him with hot urgent eyes. They were hooded

and molten with unashamed lust, slightly puffed up, with dark half-

rings under them. Fiona always squinted slightly when she was hot,

but this was something different. He had never seen such hot spunk-

hungry eyes before and his cock stiffened like a tentpole in his

trousers at the sight. "Sure!" he said. "But where?"

Julia sighed with relief. At least she knew now it was going to happen!

"Just stay right there," she breathed, "and when I wave to say the

coast is clear come after me and sneak quietly round the corner... but

DON'T go near the window 'cause Henry might see you!"

"Okay," said Frank, still a little puzzled, but in for anything if he could

just get his cock into this lovely bitch's hot hole. She went off ahead

of him and at her house she tiptoed round the corner out of sight.

Suddenly her head appeared again and she waved him on, her finger

against her pretty mouth in a shushing gesture.

When he too crept round the corner she was standing at the door of

the Calders' big double garage which was slightly ajar. She

summoned him with a crooked finger and, as he went up the path as

quietly as possible, she disappeared, leaving the door half open for

him.

It was dim inside and he felt her brush past him and close the door

silently. Now it seemed totally dark... Suddenly she was against him,

clinging to him like a hungry leech, pushing him against the wall,

panting and writhing against his erection. He clutched her buttocks

sliding her soft gauzy dress up and down over the smoothness of her

slip. He felt her hot breath on his cheek and bending his head he

searched for her mouth in the dark with his.

When he found it she did not kiss him but began to lick him, like

Boss sometimes did to Fiona... over his lips, his nose, his cheeks,

panting and moaning as she did so. No woman had ever done this to

him before - and nothing had ever aroused him so much. And all the

the time she was tearing at his trousers trying to open his zipper

which had stuck. "Oh fuck!" he thought. "I'm going to come in my

pants if she can't get them open!" But suddenly she broke free and

while he unbuckled his belt and wriggled to get his trousers down he

heard her open a door of the big sleek car he had glimpsed when he

entered.

"Here, Frank!" he heard her whisper urgently. By now his eyes were

growing accustomed to the gloom and dimly he saw the vague

shimmer of her pink dress beside the open door of the car. With his

trousers finally round his knees he shuffled towards her. She clutched

his arm with both hands. "In here... and shut the door!" she panted.

"Do it to me in here... in his car!"

He climbed in and pulled the door shut, half falling on top of her as

she lay squirming and panting on the back seat. Her cool slim

stockinged legs hooked round his back as he searched for her mouth

while his hand groped blindly up under the dress and silky slip she

had already pulled up almost to her waist. This time she did kiss him

- a wild wanton kiss in which her tongue squirmed like a thick dying

fish in his mouth. "Mmghh... fuggmeee" she mumbled between

gasping snatches of breath.

Desperately he tried to push his fingers in her cunt, but there was

something there already, like a thin slimy piece of silk rope. Suddenly

he realised it was her knickers and cursing he hooked his finger under

them and dragged them down onto her upper thighs. She wailed then

sobbed as he freed himself from the slithering clutch of her legs and

pulled them down all the way until they were dangling round one of her

high heels.

By now he felt as if the hot spunk boiling in his balls would explode

any moment. Her hands reached out in the dark and clutched his

shirt, almost tearing it as she dragged him down between the legs she

had now splayed wide open to receive him.

He no longer bothered about licking her cunt or poking her with his

fingers - she was so hot she would probably have had an orgasm as

soon as he did. Instead he squirmed up between her thighs, cock in

one hand. He had no trouble in finding her cunt in the dark. As soon

as he felt the wet heat of it against his hand he ran his throbbing

erection up into her. She gave a little squeal, biting on the back of her

hand to stifle a scream, while her whole body began to thrash to and

fro under him in a frenzy of lust. He began to shag her steadily, his

cock sliding easily and swiftly to and fro between the soft puffy lips

of her slippery hole, which alternately gaped and sucked on his rigid

meat like a wet hungry mouth.

She was gasping now, clinging tightly round his neck as his forceful

thrusts knocked the breath from her and slid her to and fro on the

smooth leather. As he continued to fuck her, her panting grew harsher

and faster, her moaning louder as the tension in her slender quivering

body built up continuously. Although he felt little in the squelching

swamp of her fuck juice, it made it easier for him to prevent himself

from coming before she did.

Soon she began to hiss and chant a stream of hoarse obscenities,

seeming to have forgotten where they were and the need to keep

quiet. "Do it... harder... deeper.... wan' your ... uhhh... big stiff dick...

deeeep... in my hot cunt," she wailed deliriously. "Wan' a... uhh...

hard...dirty fuck..!"

.

"Jeesus!" he breathed and sliding his hand under her buttocks he

stuck his middle finger into her asshole. As it slid in easily past her

sphincter to the knuckle he recognised she had had it in there often

before. She yelped approval, writhing voluptuously as he abused her,

his cock now spasming and twitching uncontrollably inside her.

"Oh God... going... going to... cumm, Julia!!! The knowledge seemed

to excite her to the ultimate brink of orgasm. "Oh.. uhh... uhh..." she

panted as he rammed his cock deep into her and held it there

twitching violently.

"Give it ...to meee... fill.me... with your... hot cummm!!!" she

squeaked, her body arching up, taut and quivering, her cunt gaping

and hollow like a cave. "Ohh... fuck!!" he groaned as his spunk

squirted into her again and again... and again...

Just as he did so the door into the back garden was thrown open with

a bang and the garage was suddenly flooded with light. "Holy fuck!"

Frank hissed falling down on Julia and covering her mouth

desperately with both hands... But he was too late. She was already in

the throes of a massive orgasm, her cunt dilating and squirting a flood

of hot fuck juice round his wilting cock, on to his thighs and over the

leather upholstery. He pressed his hands down tighter on her mouth,

just in time to stifle a scream as she convulsed and gushed again.

"Mmmmrrrggghhh..." she gurgled under the gag and finally collapsed

under him, writhing and shuddering as yet another spasm seized her...

Suddenly the light went out and the door banged shut again. It

seemed that Julia hadn't even noticed the interruption. But she had.

She lay back panting and squirming languidly as she fingered her now

empty but greasy cunt.

"Who the hell was that!?" Frank queried. "It was Henry, darling," she

replied coolly. "He's going out with Spot now - and I forgot that the

leash is always kept on a hook inside the garage door..."

"Holy fuck! I nearly died of fright" She laughed softly. "I thought I

would die coming! Wasn't it just so absolutely thrilling - you squirting

your spunk in me like that in his car while he actually stood there not

five yards away!! God, I've never been so excited!!"

His spunk had run out of her cunt now on to the black car seat.

"Oooo isn't it lovely?!" she crooned. "But we have to get cleaned up

now before he comes back!"

"I have to dash, Julia," Frank said. "I still have to take Boss out!"

She took him to the door that had opened so suddenly. "Go out

through the garden then, darling. There's a gate into the little lane that

goes past your house.

Half an hour later Frank left his own house with Boss on the leash.

He went up the avenue again past Julia's house presuming, from what

she had told him once about her husband disapproving of the

prostitutes in the park, that Henry would have gone the other way to

the woods. He was only 10 or so yards away from the end of the

avenue when who should come round the corner but Henry Calder.

"Oh shit!" Frank thought, intending to walk past him. But as soon as

Spot saw Boss he began springing on his leash while Boss's big

heavy tail swished from side to side in pleasure at this encounter with

little friend.

The two men stopped as the dogs sniffed at each other. "They seem

to like each other," Frank said lamely, recalling Julia's words. He was

not anxious to converse with the man whose wife he had just fucked.

Henry too was anxious to be gone. He had been away much longer

than normal and didn't want questions asked at home. He tugged

impatiently at Spot who was unwilling to leave and during their little

skirmish something red, light and flimsy fell from his pocket and

landed silently on the pavement. Still occupied with his unruly dog

Henry did not notice it and Frank wheeled Boss round over it and

said "Sit!" which, as always, he did immediately. Henry finally moved

off tugging Spot behind him. Boss remained sitting while Frank

stooped, pretending to talk to him, but actually squinting sideways

down the avenue. As soon as Henry had turned into the path up to

his house Boss stood up and Frank picked up what Henry had lost.

It was a pair of pretty little red lace knickers - still warm... and wet.

"Well, well, well!" he mused. "I bet he's been in the park after all!" He

stuffed the knickers into his own pocket and walked on with Boss.

"Wow!" he thought. "Maybe Julia's husband has a secret life as well!"

END (Part 1)