Norma Egan - Nieghbors in heat

But the question remained, who could she have an affair with? She'd been a housewife for twenty years now, and she hardly knew anybody. She might have to get a job, maybe become a cocktail waitress or something like that, in order to meet men. It might be weeks, even months, before she met a suitable guy.

Sighing, she dressed, got Ralph off to work, and went outdoors to work on the yard. It was a lovely summer day, clear and hot, and ordinarily Tina

would have been quite content weeding the flower beds and thinking about what to cook for dinner. Not today, though-she was already powerfully horny again, and there was simply nothing she could do about it.

Damn Ralph, anyhow. Why didn't he do his job in bed? She didn't believe that bullshit about being too old. He was probably just bored with their sex life and with her. She could hardly blame him. Twenty years is a long time to be balling the same person in the same way. But at least he could talk about it and try to liven things up. He didn't have to dismiss the whole problem, as if there was nothing to be done.

Tina felt the hot summer sun baking into her body. Even that was making her horny. Her poor starved pussy was all swollen up and wet with need. She wanted a man so badly, she could have screamed. No point in fantasizing about the fun she'd have when Ralph got home. Ralph wouldn't help her out. What was she going to do? She couldn't take much more of this sexual starvation.

"Hey, Tina, you're up early, aren't you?"

Tina jumped at the sound of the pleasant masculine voice. She hadn't heard anybody approaching. She looked up and saw her long-time neighbor and friend, Craig Devon. Not for the first time it occurred to her that Craig was a damned attractive guy. For a moment a wicked idea flashed through her head, but then she dismissed it. Craig was married, and his wife, Dotty, was Tina's friend also. It just wouldn't be right to get it on with Craig.

"I felt like getting outdoors," she said. "I feel restless today for some reason."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Craig said. "I get that way a lot."

Craig was a salesman and didn't have to be to work till ten. He usually sat outdoors sipping his coffee in the mornings, but to Tina he'd been just a part of the landscape-till this morning. She couldn't help noticing how handsome he was. Craig was forty, just the same age as her husband Ralph, but he was taller, trimmer, and in better shape. He played tennis a lot, so he had a deep tan and his blond hair was sun-bleached almost white.

Yes, Craig Devon looked good to her. Very very good…

Tina felt the crotch of her shorts growing moist and hot as her hungry immoral pussy started to leak horny juice. Her pussy didn't have any conscience, didn't care that this man was married to a friend of hers, didn't care that he was married at all. Her pussy didn't think about Ralph or fidelity or anything but getting laid. Her pussy was totally concerned with a good stiff cock, no matter who it might belong to.

Craig Devon stood next to her, sipping from his coffee cup, and suddenly Tina found herself wondering how she could seduce him. She was certainly dressed for the part, in skin-tight shorts and a skimpy halter that barely covered her round ripe tits. She knew she was looking very good this morning-she could see appreciation in Craig's eyes. But she still had to think of his wife…

"Dotty still in bed?" she asked casually.

"Yeah, she didn't sleep well last night," said Craig. "Sometimes she can't get to sleep till nearly dawn, and then I just get my own breakfast and let her sleep."

So Dotty wouldn't be looking out the window to see them… Tina felt deep pangs of guilt about wanting her neighbor's husband, but she told herself that just balling him wouldn't hurt anything. It wasn't like she was trying to take him away or break up his marriage. She just wanted a plain old-fashioned fuck.

Ali right, then, dammit, she'd made up her mind. She was going to get it on with Craig Devon-if she could manage it. Hell, he might not be interested, either.. And how was she going to bring up the idea? She couldn't just tell him she was desperately horny and would he please do something about it. But the first thing they needed was privacy, a place where no neighbors could see them…

"Craig," she said, "if you've got a minute, there's something I need help with."

"Oh, sure, Tina," he said, parking his coffee cup on her porch. "What's the problem?"

"It's this leaky hose," she said, leading the way into her back yard. Here a circle of trees would shield them from all prying eyes. "Ralph keeps meaning to fix it, but you know how hard he works."

"Sure," said Craig. "Let me have a look at it." They both knelt over the offending hose, and Tina showed him where it leaked. Craig dispensed some advice about patching and splicing, but Tina

didn't hear much of it. She was conscious mainly of how close she was to him, how exciting he smelled, how she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

She inched just a little closer to him, till her ample breast was "accidentally" rubbing his arm. Just touching him like that, pressing her sensitive tit against his firm hot flesh, was enough to make her wildly lusty. Again her starved cunt leaked a big rush of steamy juice that soaked right through the crotch of her shorts.

"It's awfully good of you to help me like this, Craig," she said in a low husky voice.

"It's nothing, Tina," he said, turning to smile at her- "I'm glad to help."

His face was so close to hers, she wanted just to fall forward and kiss him. She wanted him desperately. Oh, Christ, if he could just get her message without her having to say anything! She found it so embarrassing and humiliating to have to ask for sex. She didn't know if she could go through with it, much as she wanted him.

Then she got an idea. There might just be a way to grab his interest without even saying a word. She could arrange a handy little "accident". Pretending to focus on the hose while Craig continued his explanation, she reached around and fumbled with the tie of her halter. She loosened it just enough so that the slightest movement would make it come undone.

"So that's really all there is to it," Craig was saying. "If Ralph doesn't have time to take care of it, let me know, and I'll come over and fix it for

you.

There was something else Ralph didn't have time to take care of, something else Craig could fix for her-if he only knew. She was too modest to tell him, but she prayed her little trick would work. They rose from where they'd been kneeling in the grass, and just as Tina had planned, her halter suddenly fell off.

"Oh, my goodness," she squeaked.

She pretended to be too rattled even to cover herself. She just stood, there looking dumbfounded-and letting Craig stare. He sure did stare, too. Tina knew she had nice tits, well worth staring at. Craig's eyes widened hungrily as he eyed her large round pale boobs with their saucy pointed pink nipples.

She could see the halter lying on the grass right at her feet. It would have been easy enough for her or Craig to pick it up, easy for her to put her hands over her naked breasts, easy for Craig to turn his back like a gentleman till she'd retrieved her halter. None of those things happened, though. She just stood there bare-boobed, and he just gawked at her tits.

A long long time seemed to pass, and Tina was sure she could feel his hungry hot eyes burning right into her tender naked tits. She was so excited, so achingly horny for him, that she was almost trembling- Oh, God, if only he'd make the first move, make a play for her. She just couldn't bring herself to be the aggressor. All she could do was offer herself silently, as she was doing now.

At last Craig gave a deep sigh, leaned down, and