Nick Eastwood: Neighbors do it better

Tina Rogers lay naked in bed, listening to the rain hit the roof. It was almost nine, and her husband Ed still wasn't home from work. That didn't surprise her. On a night like this, Ed would probably be kept late. But Tina wished like hell that he was in another occupation.

As a plumber, Ed would be out right now dealing with flooded basements and clogged drain pipes. Tina wished he was home dealing with her. Her plumbing was really neglected.

She almost moaned aloud with need as she thought of her handsome husband.

She and Ed had been married almost five years, but the magic hadn't gone out of their marriages. They were as hot for each other as the day they met. The only problem was Ed's job. Now that he'd gone into business for himself, he never seemed to have any time off.

Sure, he was making good money so that someday soon they could buy their dream house and have a family, but in the meantime Tina was going out of her mind with sexual frustration. She needed a lot more loving than Ed was able to give her.

Poor Ed, it wasn't his fault. He was as horny as she was, but it seemed like he was always being called away on an emergency jab, or else he was just too damned tired to make love. No matter what the reason, it was really starting to get to Tina.

Like tonight, for instance. She was freshly bathed, all made up, with a dab of Ed's favorite perfume behind each ear, and she was horny enough to scream. She was young, beautiful, and lusty, every man's dream. Yet she found herself in bed alone. No, things just weren't right.

The beautiful brunette housewife kit the scaring heat in her slit and whimpered with frustration. What she needed more than anything in the world was her husband's big hard cock cramming her starved little cunt. But she wasn't likely to get it, not soon. Ed would come dragging home late, dog tired, too pooped to get it on.

"So what's the answer?" Tina wondered aloud.

She couldn't ask Ed to find another job. He'd trained long and hard to open his own plumbing business. She sure didn't want a divorce. Ed was the only man she'd ever loved. And she didn't believe in cheating. So that left her with only one thing to do about her sexual starvation.

It was kid stuff, and she was both ashamed and tired of doing it, but she had no choice. She kicked back the covers and started running her hands over her sleek hot body, making love to herself.

She cupped her ripe throbbing tits and squeezed and molded them. She used her thumbs to tease her nipples into stiffness. Pushing her tits upward, she was able to reach them with her tongue, and she lathered both stiff nipples with her hot saliva.

All the while she pretended Ed was making love to her. She imagined it was his hands exploring her tingling swollen breasts, his tongue hot and wet on her nipples. She pretended it was his hand sliding between her thighs and sensuously caressing the wet fever-hot flesh of her pussy.

"God, yes, honey!" she moaned.

When she'd first started making love to herself this way, she'd felt ridiculous, but as her need grew, she got used to it. After all, what else could she do except give up sex completely? Oh, Ed would give her a quick fuck every few weeks, but that wasn't enough. She wanted long, frequent sessions like they used to have when they were first married.

Now she lay in bed alone, running a stiff finger over the seething moist folds of her slit, giving herself a low-grade buzz of pleasure. Pretty soon she'd get on to the serious stuff, but there was no hurry, not the big rush there was with Ed.

She creamed all over her fingers, doubling her hot pleasure. After so many lonely nights and so much practice masturbating, Tina knew just how to get herself off best. She liked to string out the pleasure, making her sessions as long as possible.

Now her kneading fingers brought her right to the edge of climax, then slowed. She rolled her clit gently between her fingers, hovering right at the brink of coming yet not going over the edge. It was sweet agony. She ached to climax, yet she didn't want the fun to stop.

"Unnnnhhhh, God, unnhhh!" she moaned.

There were many ways to bring herself to orgasm, but there was one she liked more than the others. She decided to come that way now. She bunched three fingers together and jammed them into her famished little cunt. They were just the thickness of her husband's cock though not as long.

"Ohhhhh, shit, yesss!" she groaned.

She stuffed herself with her bunched fingers, pushing as deep as she could into her seething wet box. She could almost believe Ed was thrusting his big hard cock into her. That was the sensation she craved most of all, and she had a pretty good imitation going with her fingers. She began working them up and down in her juicy cunt.

"Oooooh, yessss, oooooh!" she squealed.

She knew it wouldn't take her long to get off this way. She could come at any second. But again she felt like prolonging the pleasure, enjoying the delicious sensations as long as she could. She finger-fucked herself slowly and deeply, gurgling with delight. Very gradually she rose towards an orgasm she needed desperately.

She hovered at the brink again, gorging herself on the throbs of pleasure she was getting with each thrust of her fingers. It would be easy to make herself come, yet it was so delicious to prolong the fun. She stroked her cunt gently, deeply, and she drenched her fingers with thick sizzling cream.

Suddenly the front door slammed and Ed called out, "Honey, I'm home!"

"Oh, shit!" Tina gasped.

Blushing hotly, she whipped her cream soaked fingers out of her cunt and dashed to the bathroom to wash them off. She'd be mortified if Ed caught her masturbating like some horny teenager. She was a married woman, and she should act like one.

When she came out of the bathroom, Ed was just taking off his clothes. She couldn't help ogling his muscular hairy-chested body. He had a fantastic build. She'd been right on the verge of orgasm when he walked in, and her lust was at fever pitch. She wanted to throw him on the bed and fuck his brains out.

But first she had to act like a good little wife. "Did you get any dinner, honey?" she asked with concern.

"Yeah, I grabbed a hamburger on the way home," Ed said, stepping out of his shorts. "Jesus, what a night. Every basement in town must have flooded."

"Poor baby!" Tina crooned. "Lie down and I'll rub your back!"

"That'd be great," Ed said, crashing face down on the bed.

Tina knelt beside him and started massaging his tired muscles. He hadn't even noticed that she was naked, but that didn't surprise her. It had been a long time since he'd paid attention to what she was or wasn't wearing. The man was just worn out with work. But not quite as worn out as Tina had thought.

He suddenly rolled over, leered at her, and pulled her on top of him.

"You know what I was thinking on the way home?" he said. "I've got the sexiest wife in the world, and I don't take advantage of it."

Tina's heart hammered. Was he finally going to make decent love to her?

"Take advantage right now," she said, her voice husky with need.

"Just what I had in mind." Ed grinned. He ran his big hands down her back and over her ass, cupping the hot little globes. He squeezed her nice ass, slipped his hands lower, and drew her thighs wide apart. Now she felt his stiff cock poking between her legs. He pressed the hard cock against her burning wet cunt, letting her ride it.

"Gee," she said, "I'd almost forgotten what a cock is like."

"I can imagine!" Ed sighed. "But let me try to refresh your memory!"

He sawed his steel-hard prick back and forth between her legs, driving her wild with excitement. She wanted that thick column of meat inside her, cramming her cunt full. She creamed and whimpered and writhed with longing. Her spurting cunt juices soaked Ed's lazily jerking prick. He snorted with lust and squeezed her ass.