Ray Todd - The neighbor_s naughty wife

"Hey, Gerald," she giggled, "are you just gonna ut there and watch Bill screw me?"

"No, I'll go in the bathroom until it's my turn," he laughed, standing up.

"By the way, Bill," she smiled, "haven't you forgotten something?"

"What?"

"Money," she giggled. "I don't fuck for nothing."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he stammered, reaching into his wallet and handing her some bills.

Carefully counting them, Jan placed them in her beg that was on the bedside table. Glancing back at him, Jan was surprised to see Bill putting his shirt on again.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Okay, baby," the other man sneered, walking across the room and holding his badge in front of her eyes. "I'm Sergeant Knolls with Vice. Now get your little ass out of bed. We're taking you downtown."

"Why?" she gasped.

"We're bookin' you," he snapped, "that's why."

"You fuckin' creep!" she screamed.

"Hurry up!" the other one urged. "Get some clothes on or we'll drag your bare as into the station."

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, suddenly frightened.

"Book you."

"Please," she sobbed.

"What's your name? Your real name?"

"Jan Wilson."

Reaching into her bag he took out her wallet.

"Shit," he mumbled, handing it to his partner. "This little broad has a pile of credit cards."

"Probably stolen," Bill laughed. "These tramps don't have credit cards."

"No," she sobbed. "They're mine."

"Look, Sarge," he said, handing the wallet back. "The address on these cards is in Fremont Heights."

"Shit," Sergeant Knolls laughed, "these cards must be stolen. Whores don't live in that neighborhood."

"Where did you get these credit cards?" Bill asked the trembling naked girl.

"They're mine!" she shrieked, tears pouring down her cheeks and dropping onto her breasts. "They're mine!"

"Let's call this Jan Wilson in Fremont Heights and see if she's had her credit cards stolen," Sergeant Knolls suggested.

"Please don't," she sobbed. "My husband doesn't know what I've been doing."

"He will," Bill laughed, "if you really have one." Searching frantically through her bag, Jan dragged out a passport that had been issued to her last year.

"Here," she sobbed, thrusting it at the sergeant, "I'm Jan Wilson."

He studied it for a moment and handed it to Bill. "She's Jan Wilson, all right. It's a fairly recent picture."

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" snapped Bill. "You don't need the money."

"It started out for kicks," she sobbed, her naked body trembling with fear.

"Have you ever been booked?" the sergeant asked.

"No," Jan cried. "Never!"

"Call headquarters," he turned to Bill. "See if they have anything on a Jan Wilson at that address."

"So the little housewife peddles her as for kicks," he said, glaring at her.

She didn't answer. Jan dropped to the bed in a flood of hysterical team.

"She's never been booked," Bill sighed, returning from the phone. "There's a couple of speeding violations, but that's all."

"Jesus Christ!" Knolls sighed. "This is the Goddamnedest thing I've ever run into."

"We've wasted enough time on the little bitch," Bill sighed, looking at the girl with disgust. "Let's book her. At least we know her real name."

"Come on," the sergeant said softly to the girl. "Get dressed. We have to take you in. Do you want to call your husband and have him meet you there?"

"Christ, no!" she screamed. "It would kill him! He doesn't know! He doesn't know!"

"He will," sneered Bill.

"Please," she begged. "Let me go. I promise I'll never do it again."

"Listen to her," snapped Bill. "A few minutes ago she was squirming around on the Goddamned bed, playing with her fuckin' pussy and anxious to take us on for a few bucks, and now the little tramp's beggin' for mercy."

Sergeant Knolls didn't answer. He was staring at the tear-stained face of the seemingly helpless girl.

"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "I'll lose my home, my husband and everything! Please don't do it to me!"

"Shit," Bill shrugged, "you did it to yourself. Don't blame us!"

"Bill," the sergeant said in a low voice, "let's let the kid go this time."

"Why?" he gasped.

"She's not a hardened criminal," he replied. "She's never been booked, and if we book her now, she'll have a record. She's all fucked up, but I think we should give her this one last chance."

"You're the boss," Bill grumbled. "But any broad that whores on her husband when she doesn't need the money is a rotten bitch."

"Listen, Mrs. Wilson," the sergeant said, turning to the naked girl. "Put your fuckin' clothes on and get home. If I ever pick you up again, I'll throw the book at you. If I ever see you on the street alone, I'll pick you up. This is your last and final chance, so get the hell out of here and go home where you belong."

When Jan was finally alone in her car, she didn't know what to do. How could she possibly return home this late at night when her husband thought she was on an overnight trip? And if she didn't go home, she knew she would be arrested.

She thought of driving over to Lois' house and spending the night there, but if the officers were secretly following her, she knew they'd pick her up for not driving directly home. Completely terrified, she drove slowly toward Fremont Heights. Noticing a car driving behind her, she made a right turn. The car followed her. She made a left turn, the other car did the same. Now certain that she was being tailed by the officers, she headed directly toward her home, not wanting to be picked up again.

Turning into her driveway, she saw the other car stop across the street with its lights turned off. She knew that they were going to make certain that she entered her house. Jan could see a light in their bedroom window, and knew that Ted was awake. She didn't know how she would explain this late arrival, but she was crying for the safety and comfort of her husband's protective arms. Getting out of the car, she searched her bag until she found her house keys, and walked slowly up to the front door.

Earlier that evening, Ted had been idly watching television when Becky walked in without ringing the doorbell.

"Hi, stud," she giggled, walking across the room in a brief pair of hiphugger cut-offs and a loose halter top. "I figured you were lonesome tonight, so I've come to keep you company."

"And why would I be lonesome?" he asked in a cool voice, slightly irritated by her unannounced entrance.

"Jan told me that she was going out of town tonight," she answered, sprawling next to him on the couch.

"You and Jan seem to see a lot of each other," he mumbled in a sarcastic voice.

"So," she continued, ignoring his remark, "I decided to sleep over here tonight."

"Just like that?"

"Sure," Becky giggled, resting her head on his shoulder. "I told my folks that I was spending the night with a girl friend."

That was the first time he'd noticed her little overnight bag an the floor by the front door. He didn't know what to say. With her head on his shoulder, he could smell the clean freshness of her hair. He suddenly recalled how exciting it had been when she'd entwined the soft silky strands of her hair around his hard cock. Looking down, he could see her big cherry-ripe nipples under the loose halter tap. The thought of spending the whole night with the horny little sex kitten stirred his loins.

"So you think you're going to spend the night here?" he teased, slipping his hand inside the halter and gently twisting her big hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Yep," she sighed, lightly resting her hand on his crotch.

Ted realized that this was going to be the night, and they settled back on the couch watching television. Neither of them wanted to rush things. This was definitely the time that both of them had known would eventually come, the time when she would at last feel his man-sized cock buried deep in her sex-hungry cunt.