Frank Brown - Making housewives happy

"Mmmmmm!" Alice moaned, out of her mind with pleasure. She squirmed over Rita, settling her full weight on top of the other woman, rubbing her belly against Rita's tits and her tits against Rita's belly. The feel of Rita's hot, silky-smooth skin against her own skin sent shivers through her. She felt so naked and hot and wet and sexy that she didn't know what to do.

Rita was grunting, humping, grinding her crotch up into Alice's mouth, fucking herself on Alice's tongue. She gnawed into Alice's succulent crotch, sucking hard, her tongue twisting deep in Alice's body. Her arms closed around Alice's loins, her fingers playing with Alice's ass, spreading Alice's asscheeks, tickling the woman's sensitive pucker.

Alice moaned, fucking Rita's mouth, sweat breaking out all over her body, every cell of her body swelling with fuck-tension and tingling mercilessly. The fuck-itch was more than she could stand. Grinding her crotch in Rita's mouth, she began to tremble violently, and suddenly, she was over the brink. Her body writhed, gripped with toe-curling spasms.

"Ahhhhh!" Alice whined into Rita's cunt. Rita growled, sucking frantically at Alice's juicing pussy, fucking Alice's mouth with abandon. In seconds, Rita's cunt tightened around Alice's tongue and erupted with juicy spurns of its own. Rita's thighs wrapped around Alice's head, shimmying fiercely as she humped and came.

"Awwwww!" the two women groaned, their bodies jerking in unison as the spasms ripped through them. "Mmmmmnnnn!"

Delirious, her body melting with heat and sensation, Alice lapped and sucked up the hot, spit-like juices that oozed from Rita's spanning cunt. It was as if she had her head between her own legs and was sucking her own exploding pussy, drinking her own tart-sweet fuckjuices.

The two women finally stopped writhing and relaxed against each other. Rita's thighs fell away from Alice's head. After a minute, Alice rolled off Rita and forced herself to get up. She took Rita's hand and helped pull Rita to her feet.

"I can't believe what we just did," Rita said. "I don't know what came over me. That lemonade you served me must have been spiked with something."

Alice laughed. "The strongest thing the reverend allows in this house is tap water."

"Then it was those darned, wicked teenagers," Rita said. "Getting us all worked up and making us act like them."

"We didn't act quite that bad, I hope."

"No way," Rita said. She glanced at her watch. "Oh my, look at the time! I'm late for my hair appointment. I really hadn't intended to stay this long."

"Thanks for the ride home," Alice said.

An hour after Rita left, Alice was climbing the walls. Here she was, all alone in this big, rich house, and for the first time since she'd been married to the reverend, she realized she was bored to death. Ordinarily she would have been content to lie out on the back patio and sunbathe, or to tune in her soap operas, or to call some of her other very rich friends on the telephone and gossip for hours. Today none of those things appealed to her. In fact, today her usual activities seemed down right boring and stupid.

She checked the calendar and saw that her husband wouldn't return from his current business trip for over a week. And then he'd be home only three days before flying off on another of his fund-raising missions. He preferred to call his trips evangelical crusades, but they were really nothing mote than money crusades, fund raisers calculated to bring in millions of dollars more every year. The more money the reverend brought in, the more obsessed he became with bringing in even more. When he was home, he hardly spoke to Alice, and when he did speak he was thinking about his latest financial figures. Even when he fucked her, which was about once a month if she was lucky, she could tell his mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with money and business.

Alice wandered around the house, up and down the stairs, wandered into the back yard to look at the flower beds, thought about taking a dip in the pool but decided the water was too cool today. She went to the kitchen and looked into her well-stocked refrigerator, thought about eating but realized she wasn't hungry. She really had nothing to do. The various domestic workers who came in regularly to take care of the house and yard did everything for in. Having nothing to do had really never bothered her much before – until today. Today she felt like a caged animal. Somehow what had happened this afternoon with Rita had made ha realize she was very bored with her life, bored and dissatisfied. She had been bored for some time, although she hadn't admitted it, she now realized.

She kept thinking about those wicked teenagers, doing things she had never dared do when she'd been young. She kept thinking about that lawnboy's mammoth cock, so large it had looked downright grotesque. He certainly could never fuck a girl with that thing, regardless of what he bragged. Alice shuddered in horror at the thought, but a thrill went through her at the same time. Her hand itched to slide up under her skirt, her middle finger to slide into her cunt, but she refused to let herself masturbate. Masturbation was perverted, not to mention sinful thinking these shameful thoughts.

"Stop!" she said out loud, trying to command her mind to let these thoughts go. Here she was, the wife of one of the most respected and influential TV evangelists – flat to mention, one of the richest – and her mind was becoming a gutter.

What she'd done with Rita had been bad enough! She would dwell no longer on wickedness and debauchery. She would never again sin as she had this afternoon. She would forget forever those wicked teenagers who had caused her to sin. By an act of will, she would push all wicked thoughts from her mind and restore her contentment.

She turned on the TV, but as she watched one of her soap operas her mind wandered. She kept seeing the cock of Rita's lawnboy wagging in her mind like an obscene tail. Her cunt throbbed with tension. Disgusted, she switched off the TV and called one of her lady friends from church. As the woman talked, relating one juicy piece of gossip after another, Alice grunted to show she was still on the line, but she hardly heard a word the woman was saying. Finally, she made an excuse about having to meet an appointment, and she hung up.

She sat there several minutes before she got up the nerve to pick up the phone book and to scan the yellow pages for gynecologists. Her finger fell on the name Norton. There was only one Dr. Norton listed, so it had to be Rita's gynecologist, the one Rita claimed seduced her. She took a deep breath and dialed the number.

"It just so happens," the receptionist said, "[missing text]."

At four o'clock Alice found herself in one of Dr. Norton's examining rooms, seated on an examining table and dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. She'd never before been asked to strip completely naked by any doctor, but Dr. Norton's nurse had instructed her to do so and had given her a robe to wear.

The sliding door opened and a man poked his head into the room. He looked Alice up and down and smiled.

"Hello, Alice, I'm Dr. Norton." He looked back down the hallway. "Doreen, you may leave for the day. I can handle our last patient alone."

"Thank you, Doctor," the nurse said.

Dr. Norton stepped into the examining room and sealed the sliding door behind them. He turned a knob which locked the door. "Well now, Alice, would you please take off your robe and lie face-up on the table. Spread your legs and put your feet here in the stirrups. We'll have a look at you."

Alice was shaking. She'd never before been naked in front of a man, either in front of a doctor or even in front of her husband, who always fucked her by lifting the skirt of her nightgown, never allowing her to strip completely naked in front of him. Now, she was not only stark naked, but the bright lights of the examining room allowed her to hide nothing.