Frank Markser - The Next Door Couple

“I’m going home,” Laurie said, emptying her vodka-tonic with one gulp and standing up. “All I’m doing is depressing you today. Besides, it’s almost time for Bill to come home for lunch! Yeck!”

“You’re not bothering me… I just wish there was something I could do.”

“I have to go anyway. Bill wants me to go with him to look for a new car.” The little redhead was halfway to the gate when she turned and continued, “Don’t worry about me. I’m in a hopeless situation, and, if I continue to put up with it, then I must be a masochist.”

“See you later,” the blonde girl called lightly as her neighbor’s petite little figure disappeared through the gate.

Joan sat for a long time staring into the water and sipping her drink, It was refreshing and it lifted her spirits after hearing a repeat performance of Laurie’s problems. It was all her next door neighbor could talk about. Oh God, how lucky I am to have John, she thought. Anything goes

with him, and he’s so experienced, our sex life never gets dull.

Joan glanced at her watch and realized it was time to start getting ready for John’s arrival. Once inside the house, she saw the telephone, and her thoughts inevitably turned back to Aunt Sara. Joan had only yesterday received a card from Hawaii, saying that she was having a marvelous time with a Kanaka beach boy who was the greatest lover on the island of Oahu. Now, the attractive widow was in San Francisco and was coming down to Newport Beach to visit with her favorite niece. Sara had told Joan to be prepared for a swinging good time while she was visiting, since she liked plenty of night life.

Joan had just finished her makeup and was in the middle of combing out her long blonde hair when she heard her husband opening the front door. He was early today, she thought, as she hurried to put on a dressing gown over her naked body. She had just stepped into the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom when John came from the hallway.

“Hi sweets,” he whispered, taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately.

“Hey, you’re home early, darling,” she gasped, as he removed his lips and lowered them to the unbuttoned top of her robe, nuzzling under the fabric until he found the already erect little nipple of her right breast.

“Uhhhhh-huh,” he mumbled, then began nipping, eliciting moans of desire from his blonde wife’s lust-constricted throat.

“John… darling… you are a horny devil.” She felt wonderfully limp as he continued to suck at first one and then the other of her ripely upthrust breasts.

“You bet… that’s why I came home early,” he said as he removed his mouth from her wetly glistening nipple and reached for the belt to her dressing gown. He untied it and the gown fell open to reveal long lithe legs coming up to full firm thighs which fused into the sparsely curling blonde triangle covering her vaginal mound. “I was sitting at my desk, and, suddenly, I got a hard-on, just thinking about you.”

John lowered his right hand to her pussy hair and gently caressed the silken strands between her legs.

“Darling, she whispered, as she kissed the top of his head, while he dropped his mouth to her desire-tautened breasts again. As John sucked and tweaked at her tingling little nipples, he used the outstretched middle finger of his right hand to part her already moistened cuntal lips, then began sliding it up and down her pulsating vaginal slit.

“Ooooohhhh… aaagggghhh… darling, let’s go to bed… “ Joan, gasped hoarsely, her weakened knees almost collapsing beneath her.

“In a minute.,” he mumbled over the softly resilient flesh of her breasts. “I want to turn you on first.”

“I… you have… darling…oh shit…” she moaned, as he spread her legs wide and pushed down on her hips until she was in a half-squat, giving him deeper access to her wetly steaming vagina. Her mind was reeling with overwhelming desire while her hips ground in little circles of lust.

“Darling… I’m going to fall if you don’t take me to bed… I can’t stand it… “ her words cut off by a low moan as he dropped lower and stuck his tongue in her navel, grinding it rapidly around inside.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked teasingly.

‘‘Fuck me, baby… fuck me…now…”

“Just fuck you… that’s all?” He grinned up at her as he tantalizingly slid his open mouth back up from her tingling belly-button to the hardened nipple of her left breast.

“Yes… fuck… fuck… fuck…” she whimpered, her mind a seething cauldron of fire. Lord, how quickly he had aroused her! Maybe all that talk this afternoon to Laurie had started her vaginal kettle simmering in advance!

Slowly, John lifted his lusting wife in his arms and carried her across the room to the bed. He put her on the edge of the bed, and took the disarrayed gown from her arms where he dropped it to the floor. Sitting down, he took off his shoes and socks first, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his pants, and was soon standing naked beside her and stroking his long thick cock to an even greater hardness.

In fascination, Joan stared at her handsome husband as he manipulated his massive penis… “Fuck me, darling…” she urged.

“Well, if you’re really sure,” John smiled.

And then, the young husband slid over on top of his lovely blonde wife and planted his legs between her open thighs. Immediately Joan lifted her hips to rub her soft blonde-fringed pussy lips against the hot swollen head of his throbbing cock. It was almost as though someone, wearing soft furry gloves, had gently stroked his erection. He placed his lips on her wetly open mouth and kissed her again, running his swishing tongue between her teeth and feeling her suck eagerly on it as she writhed in naked abandonment beneath him. His penis was throbbing painfully as he felt the slick vaginal secretions of readiness covering her fevered cuntal lips and wetting his sensitive flesh.

The thought of having his long thick hardness deep inside her, knowing that would transpire when he began skewering into her tight little cunt brought a hot impatience to his loins. Pressing slowly forward, his pulsating cock had nudged into her moistly heated vaginal opening, bringing a low cry of delight from her desire-tautened lips.

Joan’s pelvis moved anxiously up to meet him. She was breathing so heavily now that each escaping breath was almost a moan of lust. “Oh God, honey, put it in. Don’t play with meeee!”

John acted as if he hadn’t heard her and continued to move his swollen cock-tip up and down the open wet slit between her thighs, using his fleshy erection to part her sparse pussy hair, trying to get as much of her warm moisture as he could. Then, unable to stand the torment himself any longer, he pushed forward and felt her velvety cunt lips flutter apart and then close over the sensitive head of his penis, felt the little tremors of her vaginal muscles, which showed her intense desire, and, then, he felt the tight clasping pressure as he burrowed deeper into her warmly pulsating inner flesh.

“Ummmmm,” she purred, low in her throat, the overpowering sensations flooding in her trembling loins.

Slowly, the excited husband withdrew his desire-thickened penis almost all the way out, and, hearing her low groan of disappointment, he smiled down at her lust-twisted face, and slowly – ever so slowly – thrust forward again, his long hard cock returning to the hot rippling depths of her cunt as his rigid shaft of flesh slid deeper. He was rewarded with a low moan of happiness and felt her hungry lunge upward. He could feel her long trembling legs wrapping eagerly around his back, could feel her fingers gently digging into his back and shoulders, could feel her heels pressing apart his naked buttocks. Later, he knew when she really got wound up, she’d use her heels like spurs to drive him on to deeper penetration.