Nick Eastwood: What neighbors will do

"Mmmmmmm, honey! That's so good!" she moaned. "So damned good!"

Molly wondered if she was really up for watching this. It was killing her with envy and longing. Yet her wicked curiosity kept her at the window. Somehow she couldn't tear herself away.

She imagined fucking Dick like that, sitting on his big hard boner, feeling it reaming out her juicing pussy. She creamed heavily, and the molten juice ran down her legs. All she wanted then was one good fuck, but she might as well have asked for the moon.

"Mmmmmm, baby, you're driving me crazy!" Meg gurgled. "Do it tame faster, harder!"

"What's the rush?" Joe leered.

He went on fucking her in that slow lazy way, but Meg wriggled with lust and impatience. Molly could understand that. When she was horny, she liked to be fucked hard, as hard as possible. But Joe seemed to be deliberately tormenting his wife, driving her mad with that slow fucking.

"Dammit, honey!" Meg sobbed. "I need it hard! I'm going out of my mind, Joe."

"Well, since you put it that way," he laughed. Firming his grip on her waist, he began hammering his cock into her, making her tall body shake with the impact. Her tits wobbled and bounced, and she gasped each time he plowed his rock-hard dick to her womb.

"Oh, baby, yes!" she shrieked. "That's it! Fuck hard, fuck my brains out!"

Molly almost moaned with need. Now Meg was getting the kind of fucking she craved. She watched Joe's thick boner slamming in and out of Meg's cunt, spreading her pussy lips wide and forcing out her thick hot cream. She could have yelled with frustration.

"Unnnnhhhh, God, I love it!" Meg wailed. She let her head loll back, and she closed her eyes tight, forgetting everything but the intense pleasure she was getting from her husband's pile-driving cock. Molly could hear the obscene sucking noise his prick was making as it reamed out Meg's hot juices.

"Harder," Meg groaned, "give it to me as hard as you can!"

"Say please," Joe teased.

"Oh, fuck you, Joe!" Meg laughed.

He laughed, too, but he gave her what she wanted, fucking into her so hard that the bed rattled. Meg whimpered and moaned steadily as his hard-pounding cock took her toward the orgasm she needed so badly.

Joe seemed to be losing his cool. He was red faced with lust and breathing hard. He snorted with pleasure each time he rammed his engorged dick to his wife's hot pulpy depths. Here was a man who really loved fucking his wife. Why couldn't Dick be like that, Molly wondered.

And what had gone wrong with their marriage? They'd been so hot for each other at first, and they'd had years of terrific lovemaking. Now Dick couldn't care less. He was more interested in the TV than in her. But she didn't understand why.

She was still young, beautiful – and very, very horny. There was nothing about her to turn Dick off. Molly tried to make sense of it, but she couldn't. She felt her frustration growing as she watched Meg and Joe fucking each other into a frenzy of pleasure.

"Just a little more, baby!" Meg sobbed. "I'm almost there!"

Joe gave it everything he had, fucking her almost brutally. A second later she began to convulse, and her cunt went into hard spasms around his pistoning cock. Husband and wife began coming almost at the same moment. Molly watched and tried to smother her moans of longing.

"Ooooooh, baby! Whaaahhhhhhh!" Meg screamed.

"Awwwwwww, Christ – aaaaggggghhhhhh!" Joe roared.

Molly couldn't take the frustration a second longer. She quickly slipped back through her window and into bed. Panting, she thrust a stiff finger into her cunt and started pumping like crazy. She didn't worry about waking up Dick. He was sound asleep, as usual.

"Ummmmmm, unnnnhhhh!" she moaned softly.

It felt good to finger-fuck herself, but something wasn't quite right. Her jerking finger wasn't nearly as big as a real-live cock, and a cock was what she craved. She tried slipping a second finger into her seething twat, and that was better, but still not thick enough.

"Ohhhhhh, dammit!" she moaned.

She worked a third finger into her famished pussy hole and finally got the right sensation. Those three bunched fingers felt as big as a real cock, just as thick and hard. Groaning, she pumped her fingers deep and hard in her creamy cunt, aching to come.

"Unnnnhhhh, God! Yesssss!" she sighed.

She felt the walls of her cunt growing fever hot, slick with juice, and throbbing. They contracted greedily around her jerking fingers, just as they would around a deep-plowing prick. She closed her eyes and shut out every other sensation as she finger-fucked herself to the brink of a body-blasting climax.

"Yes-yesssss!" she gasped. "Do it to me, honey! Fuck me good and hard!"

She realized she was fantasizing about Dick as she masturbated. No matter what she did, she couldn't get him and his big hard cock out of her mind. But what the hell, it didn't matter as long as she got off. And a second later, she did.

"Ooooooooh, shit – yesssssss! Ooooooh!" she wept.

She worked her bunched fingers fast and deep in her spasming box, getting every drop of pleasure out of that long delicious orgasm. Now at least she could sleep. But Molly knew that she'd be horny again tomorrow and that only one thing could give her the total relief she needed.

She had to have a real fuck, from a real man, not a fantasy. She needed a cock, not her fingers. But it all seemed like an impossible dream to the love-starved young housewife.

At least Molly had one thing to look forward to. Dick had said that maybe they could make love on the weekend. By Friday she couldn't think about anything else.

Whether she was cooking, cleaning or shopping, she kept drifting off into horny fantasies about her and Dick. Her eager pussy was permanently swollen, hot and creamy. She felt like she could come if she sneezed.

When Dick got home on Friday, she had his favorite dinner waiting. She'd used her best tablecloth and linen napkins, lit candles, and dressed in her most sexy outfit. It Dick didn't get that message, he needed a new brain.

"Gee, honey, this looks great," he said as he plowed into the roast beef.

How about me? Molly thought. Do I look great?

But Dick never said a word about her appearance, and right after dinner he parked himself in front of the tube and began watching a World War II movie. That was a bad sign. If he couldn't find any sports to watch, he liked westerns and war movies.

By now Molly knew better than to try to come on to him while he was watching TV. It always made him mad. She went to their bedroom, put on her nightgown, and found a book to read. A few hours later Dick came into the room, yawning, and put on his pajamas. Needless to say, he didn't have a hard-on.

He slipped into bed beside Molly and gave her a peck on the cheek, then reached for the light. Molly seethed with lust and anger he'd promised her they could make love this weekend, and wasn't Friday night almost the weekend?

"Dick," she said, "we have to talk."

"Tomorrow, honey," he said. "I'm bushed."

"But that's just the point," Molly snapped. "You're always bushed. You never want to make love any more, and I'm going crazy without sex."

Dick gave a big sigh. "Look, Molly. We've been married for five years now. You can't expect our sex life to be like it used to be. We gotta slow down sometime."

"Slow down?" Molly exclaimed. "Hell, we've stopped. At least you've stopped. But I need some loving, Dick. Just feel this."

She grabbed his hand and slid it between her thighs. He felt the searing-hot, cream-soaked flesh of her swollen pussy. She held his hand there, making sure he got the message. But as soon as she let go, he jerked his hand away.

"Okay," he yawned, "tomorrow maybe." And that was it. He turned out the light and started snoring. Molly whimpered with lust. Again she wondered what was wrong with their marriage. Were other marriages like this? She could think of one exception, Joe and Meg. They'd been married a long time, and they were still hot for each other.