Norma Egan - Nieghbors in heat

Five minutes after her husband left the house,

Tina was out working in the yard. At least she was pretending to work. She was wearing a ridiculously tiny blue bikini which she suspected would drive Craig wild. As she raked the lawn, she thought only of Craig and how great it would feel when he stuffed that big hard cock into her again. Her pussy grew scalding hot and eager as she though of making love to him.

No, she wasn't ashamed or sorry that she'd taken a lover. Ralph was her husband, dammit, and he was supposed to take care of her sexual needs. If he wouldn't do it, she had every right to look elsewhere. She felt no qualms at all about seducing her handsome neighbor. She just wished Craig would hurry up and get his ass over there. She was getting more desperate to fuck with every passing moment.

She glanced over at the Devon house and saw no signs of life. The shades were still pulled in the bedroom. Christ, was he still asleep? He'd been so eager for her yesterday, making her promise to meet him again this morning. She was just as eager, her poor starved cunt leaking a steady stream of juice, her hungry pussy hot and swollen.

Dammit, Craig Devon, she thought, where are you…?

Dotty Devon was just waking up, slowly and lazily, when she felt her husband Craig stirring beside her in the king-size bed. She opened one eye and glanced at the clock-time for Craig to get

ready for work. She ought to be a good wife for a change and fix his breakfast. She'd been sleeping in a lot lately.

Of course there wasn't much else to do when you had no sex life any more.

Dotty used to look forward to going to bed, because she and Craig would always make love. Now he just crawled under the coven and snored. Dotty had gotten into the habit of staying up late and watching television just to distract herself from her continual lust, but even when she came to bed late, she still tossed and turned. She needed to be fucked so badly-but she was getting no help from her husband.

She'd tried to talk to Craig about it, but he just muttered something about getting to be middle-aged, not up to it any more. Dotty somehow couldn't believe that. She noticed he paid plenty of attention to sexy girls on television or in magazines. She doubted that her handsome husband had really lost his interest in sex. For some reason he just didn't want to ball her any more.

When she first realized that, Dotty had raced to the full-length mirror in her bedroom, stripped, and examined herself to see what was so repulsive about her. She found nothing. For a woman of thirty-eight she was in excellent shape, a tall curvy brunette with large firm pointed tits, great legs, and a sexy walk. Hell no, there was nothing the matter with her appearance.

Craig must just be bored, then. She couldn't blame him, they'd been married so long, but she

wished there was some way to revive his interest in her. Dotty didn't know how much longer she could stand being without a man. She was used to good and regular balling, and now, the past few years, she'd been cut off…

She glanced at the clock again and sighed. What was the point of getting up? He wouldn't notice her. She closed her eyes and started to sink back into sleep, when Craig, still not quite awake, rolled against her, his belly against her back.

He had an enormous cock-stand

Dotty prickled with excitement. Christ, he was hard. She could feel it right through his pajamas, seven thick inches of steel-stiff meat, hot and throbbing. Her starved cunt immediately flooded over with eager juice, and her whole pussy grew hot and moist and ready. God, it was about time Craig got it up for her

Grinning wickedly to herself, she reached back and touched the lewd projection of cock at the crotch of his pajamas. She shivered with excitement as she touched a hard silky cock for the first time in months. She tugged the big swollen dick out of his fly, curled her fingers around it, and blissfully pumped it, imagining how great it was going to feel to have that big thing inside her.

She couldn't wait for Craig, who seemed to be still half-asleep and groggy. He could probably use just a little prompting, a little hint of what she so desperately needed. Dotty hiked up her nightgown in back, uncovering her pert bare ass, and eased his huge hard cock between her thighs.

"Ummmmm," she murmured helplessly, anticipating

the delicious moment when she had that whole stiff thick cock inside her.

She wedged the hard bulbous head of his cock into the wet and eager mouth of her cunt. She wedged it in firmly, perhaps an inch, and moaned with excitement. That ought to be hint enough. Craig would certainly get the idea now, and in a second he'd be pushing deep into her, stuffing her with that gorgeous hard-on…

"Christ, I'm gonna be late," Craig said suddenly.

Dotty felt his huge cock-head popping out of her cunt, felt the depression of the bed as he rolled away, then the cold air of the room as he raised the covers and crawled out. What the hell…? Astonished, she rolled over and saw him padding towards the bathroom. She stifled a moan of anguish. Oh, God, he couldn't just walk away like that. She had to have him

"Craig," she said, "weren't we-uh, well, going to make love?"

He blinked at her, then looked down at his obscene cock-stand which was wagging from his open fly. He laughed.

"Oh, that s just a piss hard-on, honey," he said. "Sony, but it'll just go away in a second."

He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Dotty beat her fists on the pillow and tried to stifle her frantic whimpers of frustration. My God, what was she going to do? She just had to get fucked, no two ways about it. She was so hotly horny, she felt half crazed. Her husband had failed her again.

But the worst thing was, she knew he was lying.

That was no piss hard-on, because his cock had been creaming. That was the real thing. He'd gotten it up and was ready to ball-but not with her. As soon as he came awake enough to realize that it was her, his wife, he'd lost interest.

She wondered who he'd gotten it up for, who he'd been dreaming about

She heard the shower running. Again she thought about getting up and fixing his breakfast, but she decided against it. Damn him, she was so angry with him, she didn't trust herself to speak. With a cock-stand like that, he could easily have put her out of her misery. Who was he saving it for?

She decided to give him one more chance. Quickly she crawled out from under the covers, stripped off her nightie, and tossed it aside. Tall, shapely, and perfectly naked, she lay on top of the covers, in silent invitation, a gorgeous sight for a man with a cock-stand. Surely he couldn't resist a sight like that. She parted her, legs slightly, just enough to give him a teasing glimpse of pink moist slit.

Presently Craig came out of the bathroom naked, carrying his pajamas. She gave him her sexiest smile, and he smiled back-but hardly in a sexy way. He smiled more like a brother. In moments he was dressed and out of the room, apparently not the least bit aroused or tempted by her naked invitation. She heard him go downstairs and into the kitchen, heard him putting on the coffee.

His cock was still hard as a rock.

That much she'd noticed. In fact he'd had a helluva time getting his shorts on because of that huge erection. His swollen cock had been oozing big bubbles of juice, too, a sure sign of arousal. Yet even so, he wouldn't fuck her. She was lying right there on the bed, smiling, her legs open-and he wouldn't fuck her. Something was very very wrong here…

Then she heard Craig going out of the house by the back door. It was far too early for him to go to work, but he sometimes sat on the patio with his coffee. No-she could hear him crossing the patio and going down the walk. Puzzled, Dotty crept to the window and looked down at the back yard. She saw Craig, coffee cup in hand, heading for the neighbors' house, the West's.