Nick Eastwood: The neighbor_s teasing wife

At last they came up for air, and Shelly said in her husky voice, "Help a lady out, Frank? Honey, I'm so horny I could die."

"Uh, gosh, Shelly, I dunno," Frank said hoarsely. "I mean, I'm married, and I love my wife. I'm not sure I could do that to Joan."

"Darling," Shelly purred, "Joan will never know. And I really need you. Here, just feel this."

She quickly removed her bikini bottoms, and Frank gawked at her cute copper-colored bush. She grabbed his hand and stuck it between her legs. Frank shivered, and Vicky knew he was touching wet, searing-hot flesh.

"See?" Shelly whimpered. "Feel how hot my pussy is, Frank? Come on, help me out."

She didn't wait for an answer. She pulled off his T-shirt and tugged down his shorts. The crotch of his jockey shorts was bulging with an enormous hard-on. Shelly grasped the waist-band of his shorts and tugged the garment off, leaving him naked.

"Mmmmmm, Frank, you have a fantastic body," she gurgled.

Poor Frank didn't stand a chance. His cock was so engorged by now, it looked ready to explode. Shelly wrapped her fingers around the thick blue-veined column of meat and began pumping it, and Frank groaned with excitement.

There go his marriage vows, Vicky thought.

She was furious with him, yet at the same time she couldn't blame him a bit for responding to Shelly's come-on. After all, Shelly was a fantastically beautiful woman, and she was doing everything in her power to turn him on.

Vicky found herself staring at Frank's cock. He was pretty well hung. She felt hot cream oozing from her hungry little cunt, and she wished she had a hard cock of her own to play with. It had been so long since she and Don made love, so long that she was almost whimpering with need.

She rubbed her thighs together, trying in vain to ease the hot ache between her legs. This spying was making her too damned hot. She really ought to stop, yet she didn't want to miss a second of this exciting scene.

Shelly pumped Frank's iron-hard cock till he was shivering and moaning steadily. Then she flopped onto her back and pulled him on top of her. He sank down between her satiny thighs, and she cupped his ass and dug her long red nails into the taut flesh.

"Please, Frank, honey, fuck me," she whimpered.

"Oh, shit," he groaned, "I'm only human."

His ass jerked sharply, and Shelly's head lolled back in bliss. She gave a hoarse sustained moan as he shoved his long stiff cock into her burning needy cunt. Watching it happen, Vicky creamed right through her bikini.

"Oh, my God," she moaned softly.

She had to admit it – she ached to get just what Shelly was getting. She'd almost kill for it. She wanted to feel a huge hard prick cramming her starved little cunt, reaming her out. She'd never felt so frantically horny in her life.

"Unnnhhhh, honey, yesss," Shelly sobbed, "get into meeeee!"

Frank hit bottom, only his balls showing, and he groaned in delight. But Shelly didn't let him pause to savor the moment. She started jerking her hips, too horny to wait even a second for the hot action she craved. Frank snorted with lust and started fucking her hard.

"Unnnnhhhh, yesssss," Shelly moaned, "fuck it to me, baby, fuck me good and hard!"

On the other side of the fence Vicky was whimpering with lust and envy. Sure, she was furious with Frank for cheating on Joan, and she could have scratched Shelly's eyes out, but she was also going crazy with horniness.

She watched Frank's thick cream-soaked cock hammering up and down in Shelly's juice-squirting cunt and listened to him groaning with pleasure. She couldn't remember the last time Don had fucked her with that much enthusiasm.

Vicky longed for the great early days of her marriage when she and Don had fucked like bunnies. She realized now that their sex life had been getting dull and routine for a long time. Don just didn't have the hots for her like he used to.

And did she still have the hots for him? Right now, she had to admit, she wanted to be fucking Frank. She wanted to feel that wrist-thick cock pistoning in her starved cunt, rocketing her to the orgasm she so urgently needed.

"Oooooh, shit, honey," Shelly whimpered, "you're fucking me so damned good!"

Tell me about it, Vicky thought enviously.

Shelly wasn't faking her excitement. Her lovely face was contorted with pleasure, and she was jerking her hips furiously to Frank's hard rhythm. Thick pearly cream was gushing from her reamed cunt.

Vicky was almost panting with lust as she watched. Again she felt an insane desire to stick her hand inside her bikini and beat off. But even more, she wanted the real thing. She wanted a man so bad, she could have screamed.

She'd get Don to make love to her tonight. She had to, or she'd go crazy. No matter how tired he was, she'd perk him up, and then she'd fuck his socks off. The horny young housewife made herself that firm promise.

"Harder, baby, make me come!" Shelly moaned.

Frank snorted with lust and fucked into her so hard that Vicky could hear their bodies slamming together. She could hear the lewd sucking noise his cock was making as it reamed the hot cream from Shelly's squeezing pussy. The noises drove her to a fever pitch of lusty longing.

"Unnnnhhhh, shit, yesss, you're doing it to me, I'm comingggggg!" Shelly wailed. "Ohhhh, God – whaaahhhhhh!"

Her body rocked and writhed, and her huge swollen tits wobbled hard against Frank's chest. Her spasming cunt brought him off a second later, and he groaned and hammered his load into her.

"Awwwww, fuckin' Christ, awwwwwww!" he roared.

Vicky shivered and whimpered as she watched them coming. She ached to be coming herself, but there was nothing she could do about it, not for hours. Her relief wouldn't come till Don got home, and even then she was going to have to fight for it.

"Oh, Jesus," Frank moaned as he finally rolled off Shelly.

Shelly grinned wickedly and gave a final lusty wriggle. "Honey, that was fantastic," she gurgled. "Just what I needed. And remember, nobody will ever know."

That's what you think, bitch, Vicky thought angrily. She drew back from her spy hole and stalked into the house.

Hot from the sun and from the scene she'd just witnessed, Vicky headed for the shower. Maybe cold water would dampen her maddening lust. As she showered, she wondered what to do about her secret.

She'd just watched her best friend's husband commit adultery. Should she tell Joan?

It was hard to answer. She felt she ought to rat on Frank, and yet she didn't want to hurt Joan's feelings. By the time she stepped out of the shower she still hadn't made up her mind.

She wandered naked to the bedroom and started hunting up some clothes. She wanted something very seductive, something that would be sure to arouse Don. She paused and looked longingly at the king-size bed where they'd had such terrific sex.

It seemed so long ago. Don was always tired now, always preoccupied with his job. He'd come home, eat dinner, and fall asleep in front of the TV, leaving Vicky aching with frustration. Well, not tonight!

She picked out a little red jumpsuit, one that hugged her petite curvy body. She stepped into it and walked to the mirror. She was still in her late twenties, and her body was good. She knew any man would find her attractive.

Any man but her husband. Don just didn't seem to be interested in sex any more. Vicky knew she was going to have to work extra hard to get him turned on tonight.

She paraded back and forth in front of the mirror, sticking out her tits and wiggling her ass. The little brunette wished she could be as tall and busty and seductive as Shelly, but she also knew she was no dog.

Well, the outfit would just have to do, because Don was going to get home at any minute. Vicky hurried to the kitchen and mixed a pitcher of martinis. She dropped olives in two glasses and set them to chill. Then she heard her husband's car in the driveway.