Ray Todd - The neighbor_s naughty wife

When Ted and Becky awakened the next morning, they eagerly resumed their sexual activities. It was almost noon when he kissed her and let her slip out through the back door so her parents wouldn't see her leaving the house.

Returning to the bedroom, Ted changed the sheets and made the bed before showering and shaving. It wasn't until he finally walked into the living room that he discovered his wife sleeping on the couch.

"What the hell are you doing on this couch?" he gasped as she opened her sleep-filled eyes.

"I didn't want to disturb you and Becky," she yawned.

He stared blankly at his wife. It was obvious that she was now completely aware of his affair with the little neighbor girl.

"I'm sorry," he stammered, glancing nervously at the floor, unable to meet his wife's eyes.

"Why be sorry?" she asked. "Wasn't she a good lay?"

He didn't answer.

"Well," she repeated, "wasn't she a good lay?"

"Yes," he whispered, "she was."

"Then don't be sorry," she laughed, standing up. "I'm going to shower and change, then I'll fix us something to eat."

Watching her lovely slim body leaving the room, Ted couldn't understand how she could be taking his infidelity so calmly.

After a silent breakfast, Ted wandered into the living room to read the morning paper. Leafing idly through the paper, he was conscious of Jan entering the room and sitting down in a chair with a second cup of coffee.

"Well," he said, "say something."

"I've nothing to say," she replied, sipping her coffee.

"There must be something," Ted snapped.

"Not really," sighed Jan. "What is a wife expected to say when she comes home and finds her true love in her bed fucking a little high school chippy?"

"What are you going to do about it?" he asked. "I don't know," was her reply. "I'm not sure what I'm going to do."

He returned his attention to the newspaper. Watching him, Jan wondered what would have happened if she had interrupted his little affair last night with a phone call, asking him to come downtown and bail her out for whoring. Would he have forgiven her?

The drab day dragged on, neither of them speaking except when necessary. Early in the evening, while she was preparing their dinner, Jan mixed them a martini.

They were sitting quietly in the living room sipping their cocktails when the doorbell rang.

Answering it, Ted was both startled and embarrassed to see Becky standing there, attired in a pair of tight cutoffs, slit up the sides to display as much bare flesh as possible. Her braless boobs were clearly defined in the tight T-shirt she was wearing.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson," she bubbled in an animated voice. "IS Mrs. Wilson home?"

"Y-yes," he stammered. "Come on in."

"HI, Jan," she smiled, walking over to Ted's wife, the lower chunks of her soft little asscheeks peeking out from beneath her tight cut-offs. "I wondered if you still had any of that special glue left. I'm working on another dried flower arrangement and I've run out."

"Hi, Becky," answered Jan in an overly sweet voice. "Yes, I think so. Let me look."

Jan quickly returned with a tube of the sticky substance.

"Oh, thank you, Jan," Becky smiled radiantly at the woman. "I sure appreciate this."

"It's nothing," Jan answered, not asking the girl to be seated. "You can share anything I have."

"Thank you, Jan," Becky giggled, looking lovingly at Ted. "I'll remember that. Well, I must leave now, and thanks again."

"Not only is she the most obvious flirt I've ever seen," laughed Jan when the little girl had gone, "she's a real exhibitionist."

Ted didn't answer.

"I'll say this," she continued. "That kid sure has a cute little ass."

"Can't we change the subject?" grumbled Ted.

"Does her little ass feel warm and soft when you touch it?" she continued, ignoring his request to skip it.

Ted got up and left the room.

Later than evening, Jan announced that she was tired and went to bed. Not knowing what to do, Ted remained in the living room, trying unsuccessfully to concentrate on a television movie. He wondered if he was expected to spend the night in the guest room.

Finally, he flipped the set off and joined his wife in their bedroom. Her even breathing indicated that she was asleep, so Ted began disrobing without turning on the bedside lamp. Although both of them had always slept in the raw, Ted had a strange feeling that under the circumstances he should wear pajamas, but soon discarded the idea.

Getting into bed, he clung to his side of it, not wanting to upset Jan by touching her. Lying on his back with thousands of thoughts spinning through his mind, he was conscious of his wife stirring in the bed.

Suddenly, and without warning, he felt Jan's warm little hand gently cupping his limp, cold penis. Too startled to move or speak, he could feel her fingers sliding his loose foreskin back over his flaccid cockhead. He could feel Jan moving around in the bed, and before his reeling mind could grasp what was going on, he felt her moist soft tongue slithering around the sensitive head of his prick. He couldn't believe that his shy young wife could possibly be licking his cock.

Within seconds, his prick had exploded into a massive shaft of throbbing hard meat. The feel of her hot juicy lips sliding down over his swollen cockhead was the most delicious feeling he'd ever experienced. Little Becky's mouth had excited him, but there was a sensual strength to his wife's sucking lips that was virtually blowing his mind.

"Oh, Christ," he gasped, unable to control his voice any longer. "That feels so good, Jan! It feels so Goddamned good!"

It should, she thought to herself, taking his throbbing cock deep into her throat as her lips sucked savagely around the sensitive shaft. You're not being sucked off by some little high school tease, you're getting it from a professional cocksucker, and baby, nobody knows more about sucking cocks than your shy, innocent little wife!

She could feel him lurching and writhing beneath her and it filled her with excitement. This was the first time she'd ever tasted or felt her husband's cock in her mouth. It was tremendously exciting to know that it was her husband's own sweet cock she was sucking. Her talented tongue was expertly working over every sensitive spot that her professional experience had taught her.

She had vowed to herself that when she was finished with him tonight, he'd never look at that little red-headed brat again.

The deep suction of her mouth as her clasping lips slid up and down over his glistening cock was almost more than the writhing man could stand. It felt like she was sucking his asshole right out the end of his bursting cockhead.

"Jesus Christ!" he screamed, digging his fingers into her soft hair. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Giving a big powerful suck, she literally drew the hot juice up from deep in his groin. She loved the feel and the taste of his thick warm fluid gushing into her throat. It was the first time she had ever tasted his semen, and it was the most delicious, sweetest cock juice she'd ever sampled.

"My God, Jan," he sighed, slowly recovering from the explosive climax, "how did you learn to do that?"

"Shhh," she whispered, covering his mouth with her open, semen-drenched lips, "don't talk, honey, just relax."

For the next few minutes, she lay perfectly still, cradling his face against her firm little breasts.

"Honey," she finally whispered, "would you like to lick my pussy for me?"

Once again he was startled by his wife's request. He couldn't believe that she had really asked him to suck her little cunt.

"What?" he asked, wanting to make sure he had heard correctly.

"I asked you to tongue-fuck me," she giggled.

Still unable to understand his wife's new attitude and language, he quickly buried his face in her furry little muff before she could change her mind. Her naked thighs squeezed deliciously against his cheeks as he pressed his lips up against the juicy opening of her little hair-fringed slit. His nose buried in her sweet-smelling pubic hairs, he thrust his tongue up between her moist fleshy cuntlips, probing to locate her sensitive clit.