David Crane: Hot neighborly wife

After Carl Tremayne left for work, his wife, Elizabeth, poured herself another cup of coffee and lingered over it restlessly, wondering what to do during the day. Elizabeth was thirty years old and looked younger. She had curly auburn hair and brown eyes flecked with glints of gold. Her mouth was wide and full lipped and sensual – Carl often teased her by saying that she had a cocksucker's mouth, but Elizabeth didn't mind. In fact, she took it as a compliment, because she loved to suck cock.

She was still wearing her silk dressing gown as she sipped the hot coffee. The gown was semi-transparent and revealed and enhanced her curvaceous charms, more than it covered them. Her tits were large and full, capped by big, stiff nipples. Her hips were full and her ass was shaped like a teardrop. She had long, smooth legs and a slender waist. Her cunt mound was a luxuriant wedge of tightly curled pubic hair, rising high on her flat belly and stretching out, at the corners, towards her hipbones. Her cunt was juicy.

She was feeling a bit horny this morning.

Usually Carl gave her a good fucking before he got up to go to work, but he'd been running a little late this morning. They'd been out for a few drinks the night before and he had awakened later than usual and so didn't have time to give her the usual morning fuck.

She wasn't feeling desperate. She could wait and look forward to a nice long fuck or suck or both – when her husband got home that evening.

But she was a bit bored, as well.

She thought that maybe she would get dressed and go to town and do some shopping to cheer herself up. She might buy some sexy new underwear, to excite her husband. She finished the coffee and took the cup over to the sink to rinse it.

She looked out the window.

The guy next door, Jimmy Martin, was cutting the lawn.

Jimmy was eighteen, a tall, sturdy young fellow at the age when young men get particularly horny. He had taken his shirt off and his smooth, hairless torso was glistening in the hot morning sunlight. His youthful muscles rippled as he walked behind the mower and a lock of sandy-colored hair had fallen across his brow.

Elizabeth, to her own amazement, felt a flood of hot fuck-lust course through her pussy and run up her thighs. She blinked in surprise.

Why, what's got into me today? she wondered.

Then, giggling, she thought: Well, I know what I'd like to get into me – I'd like that young man's prick in my cunt!

It was just a passing thought, of course. Elizabeth did not cheat on her husband and she certainly would never have thought about seducing a teenaged guy. No, it was only a casual thought.

Carl was a thick-set, powerful man, his heavily muscled torso matted with coarse hair. The contrast with Jimmy's smooth and hairless body must be what made her think such naughty thoughts, Elizabeth reasoned. It was only natural for a girl to speculate about such things, to fancy a bit of variety, and there, was nothing wrong with it… as long as it was just a thought, as long as she didn't do anything about it.

Her hand passed down and pressed against her.

Oh, my! I am feeling randy, she thought, feeling a bit sheepish about the admission.

She determined to force such thoughts out of her mind. She left the kitchen and went upstairs to get dressed. But then, in the bedroom, she just had to draw the curtains back and take another look at the teen. Again, she experienced a wave of desire.

What's wrong with me? she wondered.

Am I going through change of life or something ridiculous like that? Why should I start to get horny about a teenager, at this stage of my happily married life? It was absurd. She determinedly walked away from the window but then she walked right back again.

She wished that Jimmy would look up and see her watching him.

Is he a virgin? she wondered.

He was only eighteen, but you couldn't tell about youngsters these days, with the permissive society and all.

She liked to think he was a virgin.

If she were ever to seduce a teen – not that she ever would, of course, but just in theory – she would want him to be a virgin, so she could be the first woman to have his prick. She could just imagine how a smooth skinned virgin would whimper. She began to fantasize. Maybe she would take his cock in her mouth, first – yes! She would suck him off and swallow his virgin cum! Oh, how the teen would squeal! Afterwards, she would let him fuck her in the cunt and… but she pimply had to stop such thoughts.

The thoughts refused to go away.

If he looks up at the window, she thought, I can open my dressing gown, just casually, as if I don't realize that I'm being watched. I can let him look at my tits. I can scratch my belly and let him have a look at my cunt with my thighs apart!

The thought made her pussy melt.

But Jimmy did not look up.

Elizabeth moved away from the window again. Catching sight of herself in the full length looking glass, she grinned. She drew the dressing gown open, looking at her reflection as she pretended that she was letting Jimmy look at her – seeing the sight that she knew would drive any teenaged guy to a frenzy of fuck-lust.

Her cunt was burning now.

Elizabeth felt half ashamed and half amused as she realized that she was going to do a thing she hadn't done in ages. She felt like giving herself a hand-job.

She smiled to herself and moved in front of the mirror, letting her dressing gown fall behind as she went. Then, turning, she admired herself in the looking glass from all angles, not touching herself yet.

Her body was a remarkable instrument, all globes and sweeping curves, round tits, and round ass and tiny waist; round thighs and hips and graceful arms and neck. She looked like an artist's-impression of a pin-up girl and she liked her body very much.

Elizabeth wanted to pretend that it was the virginal Jimmy touching her.

She started with her tits.

She rolled the firm tit mounds together, deepening the cleavage, and worked her thumbs over her nipples. They were already stiff and responded immediately. She looked out the window to where Jimmy was cutting the lawn, then she looked back at her reflection, admiring herself and thinking how lovely it would be to have Jimmy admire her body.

Her hands moved down. Her splendid thighs parted and, in the looking glass, she could see her juicy cunt slot, unfurled and bisecting her pussy, mound. Her clit was stiff. She rubbed her belly, moving in slowly towards her crotch, touching her clit first and finding that it, like her nipples, instantly exploded at the slightest contact.

Her legs parted wider.

She pushed her hips forward, mounding her belly, and began rubbing her pussy with both hands, working her cunt to a frothy confection. She watched Jimmy through the window. Jimmy, she thought, would like her hot, creamy cunt; he would like to suck her pussy.

She fingered her clit with one hand while, with the other, she slowly and steadily fucked three fingers in and out of her cunt. Her cunt sucked on her fingers, making moist, squishing noises. Each time she pushed her fingers, in, cunt juice oozed out. She watched the pussy nectar glisten, reflected in the looking glass, and she wondered if Jimmy would smell the taste of her cunt juice. And she wondered if cunt juice tasted as good as a mans cum.

Her thumb, rotated back and forth across her tingling clit as she shaved her fingers up her cunt slot. She added her fourth finger and scissored them about inside her fuck tunnel. Then she began fucking all four fingers up her cunt, deftly flicking her wrist and fingerfucking herself most pleasantly.

It felt quite nice to be fingering her cunt hole and thumbing her clit but, looking at Jimmy, she thought how much nicer it would be to have a rampant prick up there.