David Crane - Hot neighborly wife

"A sprightly sixty-year-old woman, indeed!" Elizabeth said with heavy sarcasm.

"Sixty? I'm only eighteen," Cathy protested.

"I-I must have read her application wrong, dearest," Carl explained with a sheepish grin.

Eighteen? Elizabeth thought, as it registered.

Why, that dirty bastard has been fucking the ass off a teenager, while I've been faithfully resisting them!

"Perhaps you had better – err – dismount now, Cathy," Carl suggested.

"Huh? Gee, I haven't finished yet," the dutiful office worker said. "And neither have you."

Elizabeth set her jaw resolutely.

She had come here to have an orgasm and she was damned well going to have one! One way or the other…

"You stay right where you are, Miss Jenson," she said.

"You can call me Cathy," the girl said, friendly as could be, as she continued to fuck on Carl's meaty tower of cock meat.

Elizabeth stood over them. She raised her dress. Carl gulped when he saw she was, not wearing any panties and that her cunt was parted into a juicy oval and the insides of her thighs were slippery. She let him look for a moment, just as she might have let him look at a gun she was training upon him in a threatening fashion.

Then she sat down on his face.

"You're going to suck me off, you swine," she said.

"Certainly, dearest," he croaked.

Carl was relieved to find that hewas going to escape from this indelicate situation as easily as that. It was no hardship to suck that succulent cunt, anyhow – as a punishment, it failed to intimidate him. He began to lap and suck her cunt with gusto.

He thought: Why, it must have made my wife horny to see me fucking Cathy! It would do to bear that in mind?

Kneeling over Carl's face, Elizabeth smiled at Cathy, who was squatting on his prick. Face to face and sharing a man, the two girls felt a bond of intimacy between them.

And Cathy was a teenager!

Elizabeth glanced down to make sure that her husband's face was well buried in her crotch, and that he would not be able to see what was going on above him. Then she pulled her dress off over her head. She arched her back. She looked speculatively at Cathy.

Cathy knew that secretaries had to do things like buy birthday and anniversary presents for the boss' wife. She guessed that this was much the same sort of duty. She arched, too.

Their soft tits began to rub together.

Elizabeth mopped Carl's face with her cunt and Cathy fucked up and down on his prick and, unknown to Carl, the two girls began to play with each other at the top of the action. They kissed, swapping hot tongues back and forth. They felt each other's tits. Elizabeth looked down and slurped a fat nipple into her lips, sucking on it avidly. Then Cathy gave her nipples a juicy suck, in turn.

Fooling around with another woman was fun, Elizabeth decided, although Cathy was manifestly no virgin, and she had figured it would be lots better with an innocent girl – a virgin whose hot cunt was not stuffed full of prick and, therefore, not available for tonguing. Still, it was a pleasant initiation.

Elizabeth had decided she no longer had to suffer any qualms about committing adultery, no that she knew her husband cheated on her and, even as she worked her creaming cunt around on his face, she was thinking about Jimmy and Brenda and tomorrow.

And poor Carl thought he had got out of it easily.

Sucking on Elizabeth's tongue and feeling her tits, Cathy fucked her cunt all the way down on Carl's prick and felt his jism gush into her cunt as he came. Her cunt melted with him. She continued to rise and fail as she worked off their shared climax to the end.

Elizabeth's pussy creamed in Carl's face. She, too, squirmed about to work off every wave of the thrill and every drop of her cunt juice.

Then she gave Cathy a grateful kiss and dismounted. She puffed her dress back on while Carl eyed her nervously. Cathy was still squatting on his prick, waiting for it to shrink before she dragged her pussy off the big cunt stuffer, getting the terminal pleasure from his dying hard-on.

"I'll see you, at home," said Elizabeth.

She looked calm, he thought, not at all angry or hurt. But he wasn't looking forward to going home that evening. Elizabeth turned and walked out of the office.

"What a pleasant woman your wife is," Cathy chirped.

Carl gaped at her. But she was as dumb as that remark made her sound. Carl, with his head burial in Elizabeth's crotch, like an ostrich in the sand, had not been aware of what had been happening between the two women as they rode his cock, and tongue…

Elizabeth halled a cab in front of the office building.

Slat was hoping that it would be the same cab she had taken to come here, for she was determined to cheat on Carl now and she flagged that cab driver who deserved a nice blow job, or a fuck – or both – from the woman whose cunt got pussy juice on the seat covers.

But the cab driver was a woman.

It took Elizabeth a few moments to deduce that, in fact, for the woman had short, steel gray hair and a brawny build. There was an anchor tattooed on her forearm and a heart, with the word "Mother", on the back of her big, callused hand.

"Where to, beautiful?" the driver asked, in a voice like a bullfrog.

Why, I do believe this taxi driver is a lesbian! thought Elizabeth. But she did not want to make love to a masculine woman – not at all. She wanted a soft, feminine, teenaged virgin – quite the opposite. She pondered for a moment. She didn't suppose that it would do any harm to let this woman suck her cunt, just out of kindness. But she had just been sucked and, anyhow, she was more interested in doing the sucking than getting it – provided the girl was someone like Brenda Dimbleby.

She gave the driver her address.

During the ride home, just for the hell of it, she managed to accidentally let her skirt ride up high enough so that the driver could get a nice long look at her pussy – but that was as far as it went. She gave the woman a generous tip – in lieu, of her cunt – and felt annoyed with herself for having become such a blatant exhibitionist, as well as a teaser of both cock and cunt.

Tomorrow, however, fully justified now, due to her husband's misbehavior, Elizabeth planned to do no teasing whatsoever.

Well, just a little bit, maybe, just to get someone interested.

Which one would it be? Would Jimmy arrive ahead of time, or would Brenda?

Oh! Suppose they both arrive at the same time? she thought.

The thought disturbed her for a moment. Then she grinned.

It would only mean that they had a threesome, that was all – and a delightful thought it was.

Elizabeth did not intend to let her husband fuck her the next morning, because she wanted to be horny when the teenagers arrived. But she saw no reason not to get fucked that night, as soon as he got home from the office, where he worked harder than she had previously supposed. When it was time to expect him, she went to the bedroom, took all her clothing off and lay down with her legs apart. A few minutes later, she heard the door open and close.

"I'm home, beloved."

Elizabeth did not reply.

Carl began running about the house, fearing that his wife had packed up and left him. But when he ran into the bedroom, he saw she had not gone at all – and looked very much as if she wanted to fuck, instead.

Maybe she really had been turned on, instead of angered, by having caught him with Cathy!

Looking sheepish, he said: "About this afternoon, darling…"

"I don't want to hear it."

"It was just a momentary lapse," he continued. "I never did anything like that before, nor will I again. You see, Cathy was sitting on my lap, taking dictation and – well, I was thinking of you, my darling, of your sweet cunt – and naturally, with you in mind, my cock got hard. It was just an accident that my cock happened to slip into Cathy's cunt, you see."