Jane Fox - Naughty, naked neighbors

"Suck it out, honey," Roger commanded. "Take it all. I'm going to fill up your pussy with my cream!"

Roger thrust once more. His cock slid to the very back of Sally Jean's pussy and quivered for an instant. Then it exploded in great, splashing bursts of cream, filling up her hot cunt.

Sally Jean howled again with delight as the cum splashed to the very back of her fluttering pussy tunnel. This time she was safe, though. Roger didn't hear her. He was enjoying himself so much that he couldn't hear anything besides his own grunts and moans of pleasure.

Sally Jean's pussy spasmed and spasmed. She was afraid that she was never going to stop coming. It felt so wonderful she didn't ever want to stop. Her legs clamped tightly around Roger's back and her pussy walls squeezed around his exploding cock, milking every drop of cum out of his balls.

Roger was so satisfied when he rolled off Sally Jean's lush body that he forgot all about bawling her out for making so much noise when she came. He just rolled over to his side of the bed and sank back into sleep, sighing deeply in satisfaction.

Sally Jean lay there for a moment, wide awake. Her pussy was satisfied now but she didn't really feel good about it. There were too many questions floating around in her head.

Sally Jean sighed. Why wouldn't Roger let her act like a real woman? She was sure that other women's husbands didn't get mad when they squealed in pleasure. She bet that some of those other wives were a lot bolder than she was too. They probably grabbed their husbands' cocks when they wanted to fuck and came right out and said so. It would be wonderful if she could do something like that.

Sally Jean gave a little shiver of excitement. There was one chance of changing Roger. She was pretty sure that he had been fucking other women. All the little things she noticed were adding up in her head. Roger must have been out fucking some other woman the night he came home with perfume all over him. He said that one of the secretaries, had broken a bottle on his desk but Sally Jean didn't believe that story for a minute. Then there was the mysterious phone call. It all added up.

Sally Jean smiled slowly in the darkness. If she could actually catch Roger fucking another woman, get some sort of proof of his infidelity, then she'd have a right to make some demands of her own. If Roger was cheating on her, she had the right to cheat on him. The thought made Sally Jean blush with excitement. Then she could fuck with another man a man who was different from Roger – a man who would want her to be bold and squeal out her joy when he fucked her.

Sally Jean made up her mind. She would have to do some checking up on Roger. If she found positive proof that he was going out on her, she would have the right to confront him with it. Then, if Roger didn't start treating her right, she could go out and find the kind of man who would.

Sally Jean dropped off to sleep with the image of her dream lover in her mind. He would be wild in bed and he would let her do anything she wanted to do. What a change from stuffy old Roger. All she had to do was prove that he was fooling around and she could start looking for her dream lover in the flesh.

"Whiipp."

The ball went flying across the net and caught Sally Jean completely unprepared. She had been thinking about Roger and frying to figure out how to catch him if he had been going put on her.

Sally Jean made a face at Janice Kilroy, her next-door neighbor. Usually Sally Jean was good competition for Janice but this morning her game was off so badly that she was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Janice," Sally Jean apologized. "I've got something on my mind and I just can't seem to concentrate on tennis."

"I can see that," Janice said, crossing her arms across her ample chest and smiling at Sally Jean. "Let's give up for today. Why don't we go back to my place and have a cup of coffee. Then you can tell me what's on that pretty little mind of yours."

"I suppose I shouldn't even be talking about this," Sally Jean confided, sipping her coffee. "I just have to tell someone, though. I need some advice, Jan, and I don't know who else to ask."

Janice settled back in her chair. She was used to listening to problems. "Go ahead and tell me about it," she offered. "Most things aren't so bad if you talk about them with someone else."

"It's Roger!" Sally Jean exploded. "I just don't know about him. I think he's going out with another woman but I'm not sure."

Janice couldn't stop the grin that flashed across her face. Roger was the last person she'd ever suspect of being unfaithful. Roger acted so straight and proper that it was hard to think about him with another woman.

"What makes you think he's fooling around?"

Janice asked, hoping that she looked warm and understanding.

That was the opening Sally Jean was looking for. She told Janice all about the phone call and the perfume that had been on Roger's clothes. When she had finished she sat back and sighed.

"Well, what do you think I should do about it?" Sally Jean asked. "I want to find out for sure and I don't know how."

"I suppose I could ask Bill if he's heard anything at work," Janice offered slowly. She didn't really like to ask Bill to spy on Roger but Sally Jean was pretty upset.

"Have you tried being nice and sexy at home?" Janice asked. "Maybe Roger just wants a little change in his sex life. You could liven things up a little and maybe he wouldn't be tempted to go out."

Sally Jean started to giggle. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "Roger doesn't want me to be sexy at home. He'd just die if I tried to change our sex life. He doesn't even want me to tell him when I want to-to fuck! He says a wife should be nice and sweet and not ask for it."

Janice frowned. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "I didn't know Roger was that straight! You mean you can't even tell him when you're horny?"

Sally Jean blushed. The conversation was getting pretty personal but she wanted Janice to know the whole situation.

"I can't do anything I really want to do," Sally Jean explained. "Roger doesn't permit me to say anything when we-we fuck. I can't even tell him that I like it unless he asks me first."

Janice sighed deeply. "It sure sounds like Roger's got a problem," she said. "He wants you to be nice and sweet and proper and then he goes out to get the kind of kinky sex he needs from other women. That's really awful, Sally Jean. What are you going to do about it?"

Sally Jean grinned. She felt better already. Janice thought Roger's behavior was weird too. At least she hadn't been imagining that part of it.

"If I can find out that Roger's cheating on me for sure, then I'm going to confront him with it," Sally Jean explained. "I'll tell him that he's got to be nice to me at home and stop insisting that I be so prim and proper. If he refuses, I'll have two choices. Either I go out and find some other man to take care of me or I'll divorce him."

Janice whistled. "That really is a problem!" she exclaimed. "I'll talk to Bill when he comes home for lunch. Maybe he can think of something to do about Roger."

Janice grinned as she heard Bill's car drive up in the carport. She was all ready for him. She knew he wouldn't want to talk about Roger unless be was in a good mood. There was one sure way to get Bill in a good mood. Janice was prepared for that.

Bill came into the house in a hurry. He had a long lunch hour today and he wanted to make the best of it. He thought that maybe he and Janice could play a couple of games of tennis after they grabbed a quick sandwich. Janice was always up [missing text].

Bill called out. "Where are you? How about playing a couple of games on my lunch hour?"

Janice giggled. "I'm in the bedroom, honey," she answered. "I'd like to play a couple of games but I don't think they're the kind of games you were thinking about."