Norma Egan: Nieghbors in heat

Now, twenty years later, things had changed.

Ralph still had the powerful hairy body that turned her on so much, but the beer had made him a little thick around the middle. His hair was receding, leaving him bald in front. He used to be a conservative Democrat, and now he was

right-wing Republican. A lot of things had changed by the time Ralph reached forty-but Tina still loved him as much as ever.

The only thing that really bothered her, the only change she didn't like, was that Ralph didn't seem so interested in fucking any more. It had been great right up to a couple of years ago, and then he just seemed to lose his energy and his interest. It finally occurred to her that he might just be bored and that it was up to her to do something about it. After all, twenty years with the same woman is a long time.

So she sat on the edge of his chair and thought about how to turn him on. It sure wasn't like the old days. Ten years ago, for instance, if she'd perched on the edge of his chair and blown in his ear, he'd have pulled her onto his lap, stripped her, and fucked her in no time at all. Not now. Now he just sat there guzzling beer and watching the tube.

Tina leaned down and blew in his ear. No response. She stuck her little slick pink tongue in his ear and wiggled it around teasingly. He blinked and grunted but didn't take his eyes off the boxing match. Tina sighed. She really should know better than to try to get his attention while there was a title bout on TV. But as soon as that damned fight was over.

While she waited for the fight to end, Tina hitched up her skirt-not that it needed to be much shorter. It was already so short that her panties showed whenever she leaned over. But Ralph was a leg man, so she gave him maximum viewing conditions, showing off her shapely legs in their

tan pantyhose. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse to show her plump cleavage. Ralph was a tit man, too.

During the next commercial she leaned down to kiss him, intending to thrust her tongue deep into his mouth in a way that would really blow his mind. She intended to give him her message in no uncertain terms. But she didn't even get to kiss him. Instead, just as she started to lean down, Ralph's big fist came up, holding an empty beer can.

"Gimme another beer, okay, honey?" he said, his eyes still glued to the set.

"Of course, darling," Tina said.

She used her sexiest hip-swinging walk on the way to the kitchen, but Ralph paid no attention at all. The fight came back on, and he was totally absorbed in it. When Tina put the fresh beer in his hand, he only grunted his thanks and didn't even look at her. With a deep sigh she sat down again on the arm of his chair and pressed her hip against his shoulder.

"Ralph," she said softly, "I'm so horny I could scream."

"Umm-hmm," he said absently.

He obviously hadn't heard a word she said. She might as well give up until that goddamn fight was over. Meanwhile she could think of ways to turn him on. She didn't like the way things were going lately, especially since he turned forty. He almost never wanted to ball. She was lucky if she got laid once a month. Well, dammit, she intended to put a stop to that. She was going to liven up their sex

life. Ralph wouldn't be "too tired" tonight

She remembered what she'd done for his thirty-fifth birthday, and she grinned wickedly. Coming home from work, Ralph had been met at the door by a blonde wench in a scandalously sheer black lace nightie. She'd leered at him, he'd dropped his lunch bucket, and in less than a minute they were in the bedroom fucking like crazy. Tina still had that naughty nightgown around somewhere…

She slipped away to the bedroom, searched the back of the closet, and found it. Quickly she stripped, thankful that she'd been careful to keep her figure trim and lithe. She took off everything, so she'd be naked under the nightgown, just like before. She pulled the nightie on and glanced at herself in the mirror.

"Oh, my God," she gasped.

It really was scandalous. She'd forgotten how outrageously revealing the gown was. Of course, it was just meant to be worn as a joke, but it still made her blush. The black lace material had a very wide mesh, and her rosy pink nipples stuck out between the holes, vivid and naked and brazen. The gown clung to her body, outlining every curve, and little tufts of blonde pussy fur stuck out, too.

No wonder that gown had given Ralph an instant hard-on. Tina grinned at her wanton reflection. She prayed it would have the same results tonight. She needed him so badly. Her poor neglected pussy was swollen and aching and wet with pent-up lust… Yes, that crazy gown had better do the job…

Tina went back into the living room, where Ralph was still glued to the tube. The fight was obviously going to go the distance, but at least it was the eleventh round. She'd just have to be patient a little while longer. She slipped onto the chair arm and leaned against her husband, but he didn't look up. He wasn't even aware that she'd changed her clothes.

Tina could not get her mind off her pussy. It had been so long since she'd been balled, she felt she could come instantly if Ralph would just stick it in her. She was powerfully tempted to play with herself, something she'd never done in her whole life. She caught herself rubbing her famished slit back and forth on the arm of the chair.

Stop that, she thought. Only sickies do that.

But of course she knew that wasn't true. It was just a horror story that grownups told to get kids to stop playing with themselves. It was okay to do it, everybody said so nowadays. And she'd really like to know what it was like. Stealthily she placed her hand over the soft curly mound of her moons and pressed down.

It felt exciting to touch herself there. She started to rub, slowly and hesitantly at first, then faster and with more eagerness. Rubbing her little bush indirectly stimulated her clit, and it was getting her very very excited. Then she told herself to stop it. She was horny enough already. What if Ralph didn't want to fuck? Then she'd really be up shit creek.

So she sat and squirmed and lusted and felt her poor hungry cunt leaking hot horny juice right into

her scandalous black lace nightie. And all the while her husband watched the goddamn TV, oblivious of her and her desperate need to get laid. Tina thought it was a miracle that he couldn't feel the hot urgent waves of lust that must be radiating from her body. Please, please, she thought, be horny tonight, Ralph…

At last the fight ended. Ralph stood, stretched, yawned, belched, and turned off the tube. He started for the bedroom, only casually glancing at his wife. If he noticed the sexy nightie, it didn't register or he wasn't impressed. He yawned again as Tina trotted after him, turning out the lights. In the bedroom he sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and took off his slippers.

"Some swell fight, huh?" he said.

"Oh, yes, yes," Tina said absently. "Do you like this nightie, honey?"

Ralph blinked in her direction. "Yeah, real nice," he said casually.

Tina could hardly believe it. This was the nightgown that had driven him wild just five years ago, and now he was yawning at it. She marched over and stood just two feet or so in front of him, but he only blinked at her again and pulled off his t-shirt. He was clearly not the least bit aroused by the sexy garment.

"Ralph," Tina said hoarsely, "look at me."

"Huh?" he said.

But he looked at her, and as he did so, she slowly pulled the clinging nightie off over her head. He'd always liked it when she deliberately undressed in front of him, tried to provoke him.

Now she'd give him a really good show. She took her time about it, giving him a very gradual unveiling of her golden muff and flat sleek belly and round ripe tits with their pointed pink nipples.