Frank Markser - The Next Door Couple

It was then that he realized Sara was there too.

He withdrew his penis until only the pulsating tip was inside her fevered pussy lips, then – thrusting his hips forward one final time – he buried his wildly jerking cock deep into the soft warm cuntal flesh up between her legs. Holding it deep inside her belly, the white-hot sperm in his testicles exploded up along his pulsating rod of flesh.

‘‘Aaaaggggghhhh… oh fuck… lover… fuck… I’m cccuuuming!” the howling older woman responded, gurgling with rapture. She felt his rock-hard penis slashing through her cuntal flesh and his sperm-bloated testicles scraping against her clitoris. His lean hips slammed into her eagerly upraised buttocks, almost forcing her to fall forwards from the jolt of flesh on flesh. She threw back her head and repeated in an almost incoherent wail, “I’m in heaven… I’m cccuuuming… cccuuuming… Ooohhhhh…”

She felt the heat boiling up inside of her insanely quivering vagina, and she squeezed and milked with her inner cuntal muscles at the thick spewing cock that had rammed into her. Her passion grew, then doubled in intensity as she heard John’s unintelligible moans of pleasure and felt his shuddering penis pumping load after load of his boiling sperm up into her trembling little belly.

Just the thought of if triggered all the violence that had built up in her over the last hour, and she was crying out in shrill rapture, ‘‘Oh shit… oh Christ, lover… Aaaaaahhhhh…”

“Shit… son of a bitch… a fucking bitch…“ John groaned and shoved his pelvis against her nakedly squirming ass-cheeks holding his emptied penis inside her clasping cunt, buried to the hilt. Then, he felt her body begin to jerk with a new climax, even more powerful than her first.

“Aaaaggggghhhhhh,” she gasped, her cuntal muscles spasming and sucking at the shaft of his cock, “I’m cccuumming again… again… again… ooohhh… Aaaaaiiieee!”

She bucked and lunged as her hard-driving young nephew slammed his now depleted penis back and forth to give more friction against her sensitive clitoris. Abruptly, Sara began to weep uncontrollably as their liquid passion commingled up inside her belly in a warm shimmering pool of untold joy and ecstasy. For a moment she fought the panic of fainting, and held on with sheer will power until the third orgasm inundated her shamelessly responding body.

She wasn’t fighting anymore… she was beyond recall. She lurched once, her vaginal walls spasmed, and then… she fell forward in unconsciousness… the first swoon of her lifetime.

John tumbled on top of her, his soft, limply hanging penis pulling from her collapsed vagina with a wet slurping hiss. He was panting for breath as he buried his face in the soft warmth of her naked shoulder. Then he shuddered one time and rolled over to lie beside her, too exhausted to move any further or cover their perspiration-soaked bodies with a sheet.

“Darling, I’m sorry it took me so long, but I couldn’t find the meat I wanted at the market where we usually go.” Joan said, as she unpacked the grocery bags on the kitchen table. “So I went to the other side of town to get it.”

“It’s all right, honey,” John murmured, sipping a cup of coffee unable to look his wife in the eyes. “I just got up, anyway.”

“Is there enough coffee, or should I make you some more?”

“There’s plenty, but I don’t think Sara’s had any yet.”

“She had some before I left, but she said she was going back to bed,” Joan continued, her mind only half on what she was saying. She was too preoccupied with putting away the food and getting out of her hot clothes so she could go swimming and relax. “I’m finally finished. Let’s go for a dip in the pool.”

“Sorry, honey, I was planning on playing golf this afternoon with Bill Kent,” he said. “Just waiting for him to get here, now. I almost missed you.”

“Okay, have a good time,” she smiled, “See you later.” Joan kissed him lightly. and had started toward the kitchen door to go put on her bikini suit when he stood up suddenly.

“Joan!” He started to speak, then stopped.

“Yes?”

“Nothing… just I love you.”

“What’s wrong, darling?” With an instinctive awareness, she abruptly knew her husband was being evasive. She’d lived with him too long not to know when something was upsetting him.

Just at that moment, Aunt Sara came bouncing through the door, dressed in the tiniest bikini swimsuit that Joan had ever set her eyes on.

“Good morning, darlings,” she sang out, bubbling with radiant health and happiness. “Haven’t you gone yet?” She quipped at the abashed young husband, then leaned down and sensually slid her lips across his face toward his open mouth where she planted a long lingering kiss.

And then, Joan knew! Like a boll of lightning it hit her! The dark red blush on her husband’s face confirmed it! Oh God. she thought, Sara got to him! Why did I leave them alone? I knew she’d try it if she got a chance! She’s seduced John! Fucked him! Oh no! No… no… She covered her mouth to stifle the gasp escaping her lips, and stared in disbelief at her shamefaced husband.

Just then, a call came through the kitchen door and it opened to reveal their next door neighbor, Bill Kent. “Ready, old man?”

“Yeah… yeah… good-bye Joan,” John stuttered quickly, his blushing face also showing relief. “Be back about six.” But in his thoughts he wasn’t so sure he’d ever come back. Maybe he’d just head out of the country. Shit, what was he thinking about, anyway?

Turning without a word, Joan dashed out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. Tears filled her eyes and she sat on the edge of the bed, her head bowed in silent despair. How could he have done it, after all they’d been to each other? She stared at the rumpled bed, saw the messy

cum-smeared sheet, and then, she shuddered with hurt and fresh tears began to flow down her face.

Momentarily, the young blonde actually hated her husband for what he had done, but her love overcame the anger and her heart began to ache with the suffering of betrayal. But then, she remembered what Sara had told her in the car yesterday… that if sex were done for altruistic or health reasons or fun… not emotional involvement.

Well, what now? Surely, John couldn’t stop loving her just like that! He must still feel the same way about her that he’d felt since he was fifteen years old! I have to accept this situation and use it to broaden my sexual knowledge, instead of letting it split us up, she thought.

Woodenly, the beautiful blonde wife began changing into her swimsuit, determined not to say a word to Sara or John. Just pretend it never happened, if necessary. Her husband would tell her in time. Two minutes later, she stepped out into the yard, ran to the pool, and dove in before her aunt could speak to her.

Joan knew she couldn’t possibly stay in the water forever, that she’d have to talk to her aunt, but she was going to avoid it as long as possible. Finally, though, she was forced to climb out. As she dried off, she asked nonchalantly, “Want a cold drink, Sara?”

“Here you are, darling, I’ve already made one for you,” the older woman grinned, “I couldn’t wait! I thought you’d turned into a fish.”

“I love the pool… it’s so relaxing.”

“Oh God! It’s too physical for me.”

Joan stared at Sara’s languorously smiling face, and thought sarcastically, shit, Sara, it’s no more physical than sex … and you sure love that . But she kept her thoughts to herself, knowing that her aunt could never understand how she felt. She reached for the glass in Sara’s proffered hand and dropped to the lounge chair beside her.