Jane Fox - The horny wives

Betsy cast a quick glance at George. He was sleeping soundly. Even the bouncing of Lydia's smooth white ass-cheeks on the bed hadn't bothered him. Betsy could understand Lydia's frustration. George was a complete and total dud!

Lydia battered and assaulted her steaming pussy. Her wet, burning snatch was stretched open by the whirring plastic dick. Betsy knew that she could have shouted and thrown rocks against the window and Lydia wouldn't have even blinked. Lydia was completely intent on getting herself off!

Lydia's legs tensed suddenly, and then trembled like leaves in a storm. She plunged the vibrator fiercely in the fiery depths of her throbbing pussy. She rammed it home so hard that it sank completely out of sight in her throbbing, grasping cunt. Spasm after spasm of pleasure shot through her body as the hard plastic vibrator sank out of sight in her hot, wet cunt.

Lydia squealed shrilly and her face contorted with pleasure. The vibrator whirred away softly as she began to come, twisting and writhing in ecstasy.

Betsy sank her whole hand into her pussy and felt her own climax rip through her tortured body. Her gasps of joy filled the warm fall air. Next time, she was going to be right there beside Lydia's lovely, lush body, giving her much more pleasure than that silly plastic vibrator ever could. She would show Lydia how her hot, smooth tongue could lick and slurp her little hard cunt and dip into her steamy hot cunt-hole. Lydia was ready for Betsy's kind of woman-love. Betsy was willing to stake her life on that!

Lydia awoke to see George's smug face grinning down at her. She glanced at the bedside clock and groaned.

"Whaddaya want?" she murmured sleepily.

George pinched her cheerfully on the ass and climbed out of bed. He stroked his cock happily.

"You're married to quite a stud, baby," he remarked proudly. "No matter how drunk I get, I can still give you a nice fuck."

Lydia rolled over and buried her head under the pillows. She didn't have the heart to tell George that the fuck he had given her hadn't done her any good. She didn't even bother getting up to fix him breakfast. Let good old super-stud fix his own eggs and bacon. Lydia was going to go back to sleep and get a little rest.

Lydia got up as soon as she heard George pull out of the driveway. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table, deep in thought. She could still feel the familiar tingle in her hot, steaming pussy. Getting off with the vibrator just wasn't enough for her any more. Her demanding pussy twitched and tingled. She was going to have to get some better kind of satisfaction from somewhere!

Lydia lit a cigarette and tried to think of something besides fucking. Nothing worked, though. Her pussy twitched and throbbed insistently. All she could think of was cock, cock and more cock!

When Lydia and George were first married, George had been proud of his sexy wife. He had even used to brag to his friends about how he had married a little, sexy nympho. He used to claim that Lydia never could get enough of his long, pulsing cock. Lately, though, his attitudes seemed to have changed. George just wasn't that interested in sex any more. He was more turned on with the idea of having a beer with friends than he was in going to bed with Lydia. Then, when he did get around to fucking her, it was quick and businesslike. Lydia knew that George just wasn't as interested in her lush body and her sexy charms as he used to be. The novelty seemed to have worn off for George. Lydia knew exactly how George felt, but that didn't stop her aching pussy from making demands for more and more fucking.

Lydia knew that George was in a rough position. He didn't want her to find herself another lover, but he couldn't keep up with the demands she placed on his stiff prick, either. Lydia's demands for cock were making George a physical wreck. Two or three times a week were enough for George, but that didn't even begin to satisfy Lydia.

Lydia knew all this, hut she couldn't stop the constant hunger in her hot, little pussy. If George couldn't satisfy her, she would just have to find someone who would!

Lydia sipped her coffee and thought of ways to get cock. A fleeting smile passed over her face as she thought of seducing the TV repairman, or maybe even the grocery boy. Then the back doorbell rang.

"Hi there, sexy," Betsy Dillon's cheerful voice greeted her. "My! You certainly look fierce this morning! What happened? Get up on the wrong side of the bed or something?"

"Not exactly," Lydia replied. A blush spread over her pretty face. She decided she might just as well level with Betsy on what was bothering her. Maybe Betsy had some ideas. "I was just trying to figure out a way to jazz up old George so he'd fuck me properly," she answered, frying her best not to blush.

Betsy giggled. Then she reached over and pinched Lydia's rounded ass-cheeks. "I'll bet you didn't get any cock last night," she teased. "George got so plastered at our house that he couldn't possibly have gotten it up, right?"

Lydia blushed even deeper. "You're kind of right," she answered, pouring a cup of coffee for her friend. "George got it up, but he sure didn't keep it for long. Just enough to get me all hot and bothered and then he fizzled out on me. I sure wish George would fuck me like he used to!" Lydia gazed piercingly at Betsy. "You don't seem very contented this morning either. How about you? Did Sam give you any fucking last night?"

"Shit, NO!" Betsy replied, irritation showing in her voice. "Sam got drunk, too. All he managed to do was to pat me on the ass and start snoring. I don't know what we're going to do with those husbands of ours. Sam hasn't been interested in any fun and games for so long that I think he's forgotten what a cock is for!"

Lydia giggled. "Well, George certainly can't remember what a pussy tastes like, it's been so long since he got his tongue in one," she retorted. Then she clamped her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. "Oh, God! I didn't mean to say that!"

Betsy merely laughed. Lydia was indeed ready for her brand of loving!

"I think we'd better plan on another way to get our satisfaction," she said, squeezing Lydia's hand. "It's a pity, for two hot-blooded women like us to go neglected."

Just then Marylou Wilson bounced into the kitchen. Marylou always bounced when she walked. She was a heavyset Southern belle and her lush body quivered and jiggled as she moved.

"Sorry I'm late, girls," she said. She settled her quivering bulk into a chair. "What's that y'all say about bein' neglected?" she asked. "Sounds like Sam and George haven't been doin' enough fuckin' and suckin' to suit y'all."

Lydia and Betsy looked at each other and then burst into laughter. Marylou never ceased to shock them with her off-color remarks, even though they should have gotten used to her by now. It was just that Marylou looked like a prim and proper Southern lady and it was hard to believe that she would say something like "fuckin'" or "suckin'" even to her most intimate friends.

Marylou laughed at their shocked expressions. "Y'all just goin' to have to get used to me," she said, grinning wickedly. "Y'all know I say whatever's on my little ole mind!"

Betsy recovered first. "You're right, Marylou," she admitted. "Sam and George just aren't interested in us any more and we're trying to figure out some way of getting what we need."

Marylou laughed raucously. "I know just what y'all mean," she replied. "We've got a cock shortage. Henry hasn't given me a good fuckin' for weeks! And Henry's so fuckin' straight that I can't even whip out my little ole plastic vibrator to satisfy my hungry pussy. If Henry'd loosen up a little bit, we could work out somethin' but y'all know Henry! Mr. Straight Guy, himself!"