Jane Fox: Naughty, naked neighbors

If there had been any other way to salve his problem, George never would have fucked her. He couldn't stand the throbbing and aching of his cock any longer, though. He had been horny all day, ever since that new secretary had bent over getting a drink of water out of the cooler. He had seen her fine rounded ass cheeks and the little blue panties that scarcely covered her charms. Even now, the sight of her in his memory made George's stiff cock throb demandingly.

George rolled his body over Miriam's without a word. It didn't do any good to try to work her up. Miriam didn't like him squeezing her titties or feeling her pussy with his fingers. She had told him long ago just to hurry and get it over with.

George plunged into Miriam's dry pussy with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was dry and cool just like it always was. He had tried to fuck her longer than before, hoping for a miracle, but Miriam's pussy never did get hot. She just accepted his fucking with a frozen smile on her face.

George thought about the secretary at work. He bet that she wouldn't act this way if he was fucking her. She would cry, and moan under his thrusts, wiggling and squirming her hot pussy around his plunging cock.

George got so excited in his fantasy that he did something he'd never done before. He never would have done it, if he hadn't been thinking about the secretary.

He grasped Miriam's plump ass cheeks in his hands and rolled her right over on top of him, without even thinking about what he was doing.

"Fuck me good, honey," he groaned, closing his eyes in bliss.

The absolute stillness of Miriam's body on top of his made George come out of his horny fantasy with a jerk. Miriam was gazing at him in absolute shock. Her face was white and her eyes were blazing.

"George Carison!" she gasped. "I-I never! How can you ask me to do such a disgusting thing?"

George's face turned red with embarrassment. He hadn't meant to say anything like that. He apologized profusely and let Miriam get off the still stiff rod of his cock. Then he went into the bathroom and jerked his cock off like a twelve-year-old boy.

George blushed as he thought of it, even now. He just couldn't believe that he'd done something like that. Miriam had hardly spoken to him this morning and he knew that he had better leave her alone for at least a week before he tried to fuck her again. She'd probably gone straight to that old goat, Reverend Thompson, and told him about the whole thing.

George sighed dejectedly. Things just weren't working out the way he'd thought they would. He was tired of fucking Miriam but there was absolutely nothing he could do about that. She was a good wife in every other way, and strange as it was, he still loved her. He'd never dream of going out and fucking another woman. George took his marriage vows seriously. He knew that he couldn't cheat on Miriam without feeling awfully guilty.

George sighed deeply and got to his feet. He picked up his briefcase and switched off the lights. It was time to go home. With any luck at all Miriam would be asleep and he wouldn't be tempted to do anything improper tonight.

George groaned as he fit his key in the lock. He could hear the sound of the television set. Miriam was still awake. She was probably watching one of those old movies that she loved.

Miriam looked up as George came in. She gave him a friendly smile. She had forgotten all about their night last night. She was so deeply into the plot of the movie that she barely heard George say that he was going to take his shower.

Miriam wrapped the afghan around her feet and sighed in pleasure. Humphrey Bogart certainly was a handsome man. The way his eyes gazed into the camera, it was easy to pretend that he was looking straight at her.

Miriam shivered slightly and hugged herself.

There was a real man. She'd love to meet Humphrey Bogart in the flesh. If she'd been born a little bit earlier maybe she would have seen him before he got famous. She might even have married him!

The thought of marrying Humphrey Bogart sent thrills up and down Miriam's spine. Then she thought about doing that awful thing with him. It didn't seem so awful if she thought about those piercing eyes and that handsome body. It was almost fun to think about sex with Humphrey Bogart.

Miriam didn't even hear the shower stop she was so lost in her erotic daydream. When George sat on the couch next to her she snuggled right up to him and hid her head on his shoulder. She was still dreaming of Humphrey Bogart.

George looked down at Miriam with shock. The afghan had slipped down a little and he could see her big titties thrusting out of the neckline of her nightgown. His cock stirred into instant life and he pressed his hand against it in sudden embarrassment. This was really getting ridiculous lately. Every time he even saw a tittie or an ass, he got turned on.

George sighed deeply and headed for the bathroom again. He might just as well beat off and go to bed. He knew that Miriam wouldn't let him touch her again tonight. That would be pushing her patience too far.

As soon as George sat down on the side of the tub he noticed the loose tile by the tub faucet. He knelt down to see if he could repair it but it clattered to the bottom of the tub as he touched it. There was space there and some pipes and George poled his eye to the hole to see where to glue the tile.

"Jesus!" George gasped softly. He could see straight into their neighbors' bathroom with his eye to the hole like this. Their tile must have fallen off too. The light was on in their bathroom and George squinted through the hole, hardly daring to breathe. He'd never peeked at anyone like this before, but now that he was down here he was going to take a good look.

George saw a flash of movement in the other bathroom. There was the sound of water running and then the most beautiful woman George had ever seen appeared right in his field of vision. George's cock throbbed and swelled as he saw that their neighbor didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Her titties gleamed in the light and George almost hollered right out loud when she spread her legs and washed her pussy and ass with the washcloth.

George just had time to notice that the woman's pussy hair was a glossy, soft red color before Miriam's knock sounded at the bathroom door.

"Are you almost finished in there?" she asked. "I want to hurry and go to bed. I've got a church meeting in the morning and I want to get plenty of sleep."

George flushed the toilet to cover the sound of his heavy breathing. Then he slipped the tile back in place. Maybe he wouldn't glue it back. Peeking at that beautiful woman next door might be more fun than imagining fucking the new secretary.

George's knees were trembling as he slipped his pajama pants back on. He hoped his face wasn't red when he opened the bathroom door. He crawled into bed and clenched his fists. He hadn't had time to take care of his cock. It was sticking straight up under the covers, stiff and hard. There was nothing he could do about it now. He'd just have to get to sleep with a hard-on.

Miriam was still thinking about Humphrey Bogart as she slipped into bed. She thought about how it would feel if he kissed her and her heart skipped a beat. She was still thinking about his lips on hers when she felt a hand on her arm.

George was desperate. The sight of their neighbor washing her pussy was just too much for him to bear. He had to fuck Miriam again. There was no way of getting around it. Even if she divorced him in the morning, George couldn't stop. He had to get his prick off. His balls were swollen up so hard that he was aching all aver.

Miriam was so deeply into her daydream that she turned over when she felt George's touch. She was still thinking about Humphrey Bogart when George's lips came dawn over hers and she responded like she had never done before. She opened her mouth and sucked George's tongue right into her hot mouth, sighing greedily.