Jane Allison

A hungry bride

CHAPTER ONE

Jane Lange glanced around the pool. She was so incredibly horny today lying here in the chaise lounge in the hot sun that she had a lewd obscene urge to play with herself with her finger right in front of the other women. She was sure it would take less than two seconds, and there was something about Harriet's smugness that would give her a great kick to do it.

Jane Lange and the other women were sitting around the communal pool they all shared with their condominiums at the Bel Air Apartments in Greenbrae, California. The apartments also had many other amenities such as tennis courts, a sauna and exercise room, laundry facilities and a large game room with a pool table. It was great having all these facilities with your apartment but sometimes the disadvantages outweighed the advantages, like today.

Sure it was fine to have the pool but after all it wasn't yours alone and so you had to put up with people like Harriet Dunn. Harriet made everyone's business her own and would seize any crumb of information that came her way in order to pass it on. The trouble was by the time Harriet had finished with the crumb it was nearer an entire cake when she passed it on..

Harriet was a moderately attractive woman of about 40. Her body was still quite good but there was something in the set of her mouth that gave her a hard look. She had arrived at the pool at about 2:00 p.m.

She studied Jane, for a while, lying back in the chaise lounge, then said, "I hate to upset you, honey, but I think that Mona has the hots for your husband.

I've heard some stories… they're too raw to go into now… well, I just wouldn't want that woman operating around my husband."

Almost hating herself for it, Jane found herself asking the older woman, "Why, whatever do you mean, Harriet

I'm sure I can trust Matt… after all, Mona, Matt and I all went to high school together. It's not like they're complete strangers or anything. Of course, they talk but I'm sure that's all there is to it."

Privately, Jean didn't feel as confident about Mona Allan as she sounded to Harriet. She herself had heard stories about wild private parties that Mona and her husband Jeff Allan gave, and she had always discounted. Now that she thought about it, Mona Allan had been a slut when they were in high school together. It was common knowledge that Mona had had sexual adventures beyond the normal experiences of girls her age.