Norma Egan - Nieghbors in heat

My God, my God… Beth s mind whirled, she didn't know what to do or think. As she watched, Howard began to arch his body, feeding more and more of his swollen spit-soaked dick into Dotty's eagerly sucking mouth. His voice got hoarser and louder as he was carried away on a tide of pleasure.

"Eat it," he gasped, "yeah, yeah, eat my come… ahhhhhh.."

He shot his load into Dotty's convulsing throat, and she eagerly swallowed every drop of it. He whined and clawed the bed as the delicious orgasm drained his balls. Beth watched her husband finally

collapse with a happy sigh, his limp prick slipping from Dotty's lips. He pulled Dotty into his arms and kissed her gratefully.

"I better go now," Dotty sighed. "Beth ought to be back soon."

"I suppose you're right," Howard sighed. "Damn it all.."

Dotty got out of bed and started to put her clothes on. Beth was finally able to move. For some reason she didn't want them to see her, didn't want them to know that she knew about their affair. She needed time to think. She hurried out of the house, got into the car, and drove around for awhile, giving Dotty time to get home.

At first she felt very hurt, but the more she thought about it, the more angry she got. Damn Howard anyhow-he'd said he wasn't interested in sex any more, he'd deprived Beth of all satisfaction, and then the big phony goes and has an affair with the neighbor. It just wasn't fair. If Howard was going to have an affair, then Beth should be allowed to have one, too.

She felt sudden excitement. She'd never considered having an affair before, but the idea really turned her on. She'd never fucked anybody but Howard in her whole life. It would really be great to try it with other men..

But that was adultery, a sin.

She'd just have to think it over.

When Beth finally got home, Howard was sitting in front of the television set as usual, drinking beer and watching a late movie. When she came in, he looked completely normal, turning just briefly to grunt a greeting at her, then turning back to the set. It was just like any other night when she'd been to a late meeting.

If she hadn't actually seen him and Dotty Devon making love, she'd never have believed it.

"Did you have a pleasant evening, Howard?" she purred.

"Uh-huh," he muttered, not even hearing her.

Beth turned red with anger. Damn him anyhow-he could spend the whole evening balling the neighbor woman, but he couldn't even spare his own wife a few seconds of conversation. And to think he'd told her he was "over the hill" as far as

sex was concerned, too old and tired to do it any more. Bullshit-he didn't have any problems with Dotty.

No, it was only Beth he neglected, Beth whom he couldn't even bother to talk to. She stalked angrily into the bedroom, stripped naked, crawled under the covers, and proceeded to play with herself till she came. She didn't care if Howard discovered her or not. She was through caring about his feelings, dammit. She wasn't going to postpone her sexual satisfaction a moment longer.

Beth ran her hands swiftly up and down her tall sleek body, feeling the firm silky skin. She certainly wasn't unpleasant to touch. She cupped and gently squeezed her apple-size tits, which poked straight out, firm and saucy, even though she was forty years old. Her tits weren't as big as Dotty's, but they were just as pretty, just as youthful.

"Bastard," Beth muttered.

She was really angry at Howard, and she didn't give a damn if he walked into the bedroom and caught her playing with her own body. Maybe it would teach him something-not to neglect his wife in bed. She moved her hand on down to the puff of copper curls over her mons. The hairs were delicate, fine, and fragrant. No, there was nothing ugly about her, nothing to turn him off.

She pressed down on her small furry mons and felt the light pressure in her sensitive little clit. She felt a spark of arousal. Wriggling a finger between the plump moist lips of her mons, she touched the tender little shaft of her clit and began to rub it in

a steady up and down motion. Almost instantly heady pleasure seeped through her body, making her moan softly.

"Yes, yesss," Beth murmured as she gently stroked her highly sensitive clit.

It never took her long to come this way. Her clit was so easily stimulated, such a powerful source of pleasure, that all she had to do was nib herself there for a few seconds, and she was off and flying. Now she felt the scalding hot juice running from her aroused cunt, felt her tiny joy button swelling up stiff and erect like a miniature cock. It wouldn't be long now

Moaning steadily, Beth began to rub even faster and with more pressure on the wet hard lump of her clit. Her whole pussy was soaked by now and throbbing with need. She arched her slim body and brought her long legs close together, increasing the delicious friction of her rubbing. Suddenly she was over the edge, coming, the room spinning before her eyes, her body writhing and rocking. Pleasure stunned her for long blissful seconds.

"Ahhhhhhh," Beth moaned.

At last the delicious convulsions stopped, and she pulled the covers over her and settled down to sleep. No, it never took her long to come by frigging herself, but there was something missing in that method, something she still wanted very badly. She wanted a man's hairy body pressed against her, and above all she wanted a stiff thick cock inside her. Oh, God, what she wouldn't give for that.

But the only cock in this house was apparently

not for her. It belonged to her husband, but he was offering it only to Dotty Devon. It really looked as if Beth, if she ever wanted to get laid again, would have to find another cock. And why the hell not? Howard had found himself another cunt…

As she fell asleep it was on a note of anger. She was furious with Howard for neglecting her, forcing her to masturbate like a guilty little kid, fucking the neighbor woman when he should have been doing his duty with Beth. She'd get even with him…

The next morning was Saturday, and Beth woke early. Howard was deeply asleep beside her, having stayed up late. She blinked and yawned, and the next thing she felt was a strange mixture of anger and lust. She glared at Howard, the cause of her horniness, and then she moaned with need. Her pussy seemed swollen almost to the bursting point with pent-up lust. But it would be foolish to expect her cheating husband at help her out.

By God, she had a good notion to fuck the first man she met today

Beth bounced out of bed and took a cool shower, hoping to dampen her arousal, but it was no go. All she could think about was finding some relief for that lusty itch in her long-neglected twat. Why not, dammit? If Howard could cheat, so could she. She had every right to just walk out of the house and get it on with the first guy she met.

So she did.

Blushing but determined, Beth dressed hurriedly in clinging shorts and t-shirt, not bothering with a bra. She decided just to take a walk around the

block and see if she ran into anybody. It was like a game, a dare. She wanted to see just how well she'd do at this sport of adultery.

She left the house, passed the Devon house, and there was Ralph West, taking out the garbage. She certainly hadn't had to walk far to meet a man-less than a block.

"Hi there, Beth," he said with a grin. "You're up early."

"All us good people get up early," said Beth, giving him her warmest smile. "My lazy husband is still asleep."

"Yeah, so's my wife," said Ralph. "She watches that damned tube till I think her eyes are gonna fall out. She was up till all hours last night watching some Italian movie.

"Oh, yes," Beth sighed, "that's the one Howard was watching. I guess we've been widowed by television, Ralph. But at least we get to enjoy the morning before the air's full of smog."