Jane Fox: The horny wives

"AAAAAGH!" she squealed in pleasure, her pussy muscles throbbing and twitching in delight.

George grunted in enjoyment. He gripped the quivering globes of her ass-cheeks and squeezed. He could feel his balls twitch in excitement. He was almost at the busting point. He was almost ready to fill Lydia's hot cunt with his burning blasts of cock-cream.

Lydia shuddered. She was reaching the very edge of orgasm. Just a few moments more and she would come. She pumped up and down with furious motions. Her pussy flooded with the juices of her passion.

"Grab my ass harder, George!" she squealed. "Make me come with that long, hard cock of yours!"

George grunted. He never could hold off coming when Lydia talked like that. It excited him beyond belief. His huge prick quivered and pulsed and suddenly he was coming. Blast after blast of hot, burning cock-cream jetted from his hard shaft, soaking Lydia's soft, twitching cunt.

"Ahhhh, Christ!" he whined. "Uhhhhhhhh! Awwww, Jesus!"

Lydia felt George collapse beneath her. His cock went soft and shrank quickly. She humped in frenzied abandon, but George was through with a soft plop his cock slid out of her burning cunt. Lydia groaned. She was frustrated like she had never been before. All that work, and then George hadn't even waited for her to come!

"God damn you, George!" she muttered softly, climbing off her husband. George had dropped back into sleep the moment after he had come. He didn't even hear her muttered curses as she rolled over and got out of bed.

"You're great, George!" she muttered angrily. "What a fucking stud I married!"

Lydia knelt by the side of the bed and opened her bottom dresser drawer. She groped around in the dimly lit room until her hand felt a familiar object.

"Well, at least I've still got this!" she muttered drawing out a small, hard plastic vibrator.

She considered switching off the dim light by the bed and then gave a slight giggle. She'd be damned if she'd turn off the light! It would serve George right if he happened to wake up and see her playing with her own pussy. Maybe he'd get the idea that she needed more than a few quick thrusts of his cock to satisfy her lusty urges.

Lydia thought of the way she and George used to get it on in bed. George used to take the time to fuck her properly, licking her pretty pink nipples and playing with her large, firm titties until she was really ready to be fucked. He used to get her so horny that she would be screaming for cock by the time he got ready to stick his stiff pecker in her wet pussy. Lately, though, George had been much more interested in getting on, getting off and getting to sleep than he had been in seeing that she got her satisfaction, too. Lydia liked a little more action than that. She couldn't even remember the last time that George had licked and sucked her perky little nipples!

Outside Lydia's bedroom window, Betsy Dillon gasped softly. She recognized the object in Lydia's hand. She had one just like it at home. Then Betsy clamped one hand tightly to her mouth. She had to be careful not to make any noise. Lydia's bedroom window was open and she certainly didn't want to get caught prowling around in front of the window and crouching in the bushes!

Betsy had been peeking at Lydia for several weeks now. She was fascinated by her lovely, sexy neighbor. At first Betsy had been horrified by her lewd thoughts regarding Lydia's lush body and her sweet pussy. Those feelings had become so strong that she couldn't ignore them any longer, though. Alter Sam went to bed, Betsy had taken to walking softly across the lawn separating the two houses and taking up a position under George and Lydia's bedroom window. At first her peeping activities had been entirely an accident.

Betsy had been up late, sewing, and had run out of cigarettes. She had walked over to Lydia's to see if she could borrow a pack. When she noticed that the house was dark, she had gone around the back, hoping that Lydia would still be up, perhaps reading in bed. Instead of reading, Betsy had seen her lovely neighbor spread-eagled on the bed, buried beneath George's lanky body. Betsy couldn't help herself. She had known that she should turn around and go straight home, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the object of all her daydreams. She had sunk to her knees in the soft grass beneath the window and watched George fuck Lydia. As Betsy had watched, her hand had slipped down to her own neglected pussy and grasped the hard little bud of her throbbing clitty. With every bounce of Lydia's creamy white ass-cheeks, Betsy had given her own throbbing clitty a little tweak. She watched the quivering mounds of Lydia's proud, firm titties jiggle and wiggle as George had fucked away at her sweet pink pussy. As George's rhythm increased, so did Betsy's until all three of them had come in separate but satisfying climaxes.

The mat morning Betsy had been ashamed, hardly daring to speak to Lydia. Gradually, though, she had come to grips with her strange desires. Now Betsy sneaked out of the house almost every evening to peer in excitement and fascination at Lydia and George in the bedroom. Over the past few days, Betsy had known that Lydia wasn't getting the kind of satisfaction she needed from George. Perhaps after George's little flub tonight, Betsy could actually put some of her daydreams into practice. She knew that Lydia was about ripe for a little woman-love!

Betsy watched with fascination as Lydia opened a bottle of hand lotion. Betsy could see the creamy pink lotion seeping down into Lydia's cunt-hole and running down to her tiny, puckered asshole.

Betsy gasped in excitement. Her hand dropped to her own flooding cunt and spread the slick, hot pussy-lips. She let out another anguished moan as Lydia guided the head of the vibrator into the small, damp mouth of her pussy. Lydia gave a thrust that wedged the plastic cock right up inside her cunt, almost burying it in her steaming box. Betsy trembled, just watching the scene in front of her.

Betsy worked her fingers frantically in her own hot pussy. She frigged herself furiously and imagined that she was right there beside Lydia, jamming the vibrator in her pretty, pink pussy. Betsy knew that she could afford Lydia more pleasure than that little plastic vibrator. She knew just what to do to make Lydia come. She had practiced it enough times in the girls' boarding school her parents had shipped her off to. Betsy knew just how to please a woman and she could hardly wait to please Lydia!

Lydia threw her head back and rammed her pussy again and again. Betsy could see the cunt-cream boil up and froth around the edges of the slim vibrator as Lydia jammed it again and again into her glistening hot cunt. Betsy's hand moved faster in her own pussy as she sensed Lydia's excitement intensify.

Lydia's head was hanging to one side and her eyes were glazed with passion. Her little pink tongue licked her lips eagerly and Betsy almost came right then, as she thought of that very same tongue licking her own sweet, pink cunt. Lydia was using one hand to tweak and pinch her long, pink nipples. The other hand was ramming the plastic vibrator into her flooding pussy. Betsy could see the long plastic prick hover for a moment on the very brink of Lydia's cunt-hole and then surge forward as she slammed it home, again and again.

Betsy was panting just as hard as Lydia was.

Their titties heaved in perfect rhythm as they both thrilled to their separate delights. Betsy shuddered and her fingers moved even faster. She sank three fingers into her wet, hot slit and rubbed the hard little nub of her clit with her flat thumb. She could feel her pussy twitch and throb. She was aching to come, but she forced herself to wait, pacing her excitement to Lydia's. It was agonizing, but she wanted to climax at the exact instant Lydia did. She could hear Lydia groan and squeal softly. Her creamy pussy-juice gushed forth from her honeyed snatch. She rolled her head wildly from side to side as she gripped the whirring vibrator tightly in her snug, hot twat.