Ray Todd - The neighbor_s naughty wife

"Oh, God, honey!" she squealed as he drove harder and deeper into her quivering body. "Fuck me good, darling! Fuck me good!"

Ted suddenly wondered what the brazen little teen-ager next door sounded like when she was being fucked. He could vividly picture her writhing on the chaise longue, plunging her finger in and out of her hot little pussy.

Jan was tensing for the inevitable orgasm that was building up in her body. It was only seconds away, and this time, she knew she would reach it. A wild thrill gripped her body as she started up over the crest. How she loved her beautiful husband who was carrying her to the very apex of sexual fulfillment.

It was at that moment that she suddenly felt a torrent of hot semen gushing up into her cuntal passage. She could feel it spurting against her cervix.

"Don't stop," she sobbed, clutching at his ass, frying desperately to keep the spent cock against her throbbing clitoris. "Please, darling, I'm starting to come! Please don't stop!"

The screaming girl was only a split-second away from an overwhelming orgasm. She frantically raised her hips, trying to bring herself off by rubbing ha swollen clit against the base of his jerking, shrinking cock.

"Don't stop, honey!" she screamed hysterically. "Please, darling, I'm starting to came! God, honey, I was coming! I was coming! I was coming!"

Her husband's prick gave two or three feeble jerks and slipped out of her frustrated cunt as he rolled over on his back.

"You rotten bastard!" she shrieked. "You dirty rotten bastard! Don't ever touch me again!"

Grasping at her cunt, she tried to bring herself off with her trembling fingers, but it was too late.

"I'm sorry," Ted gasped, humiliated with his performance. "I just can't control myself."

"Oh, shut up!" she cried, breaking into uncontrollable sobs. "That's the last fuckin' time you never going to do that me."

He reached his hand out to try and console the trembling girl.

"Don't touch me," she sobbed, pushing him away. "I never want you to lay a hand on me again."

As his wife continued crying hysterically into her pillow, Ted got up and took a shower. Reentering their bedroom, he put on his denim cut-offs and left, quietly closing the door behind him. Filled with remorse, he wandered through the house, hating himself for his lousy sexual performance. He wandered out onto the patio, and glancing over at the neighbor's garden, he noted that the little redhead had disappeared.

Later that morning as he tried to concentrate on the paper, Jan walked into the room and sat on the arm of his chair.

"I'm sorry, darling," she said in a low flat whisper. "I didn't mean what I said. I was just awfully upset."

"You don't have to apologize," he sighed. "It was my fault."

"I love you, darling," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "Now if you'll forgive me, I'll fix us some breakfast."

The next day Jan was nervous and restless. She loved Ted very much, but their frustrating sex life was bothering her more than she wanted to admit. When she'd finished straightening up the house, she decided to drive over and talk to Lois Evans. Lois, older than Jan, was a very attractive woman in her early thirties. They had worked together when Jan was helping Ted through school, and their warm friendship had endured through the years. Jan often sought her friend out for counseling, and she'd found through the years that Lois' advice was usually very helpful.

"You seem nervous today," the older woman smiled as they sat in her kitchen, sipping coffee.

"Not really," Jan answered, unable to bring up the subject that was bothering her.

"Come on, Jan," Lois urged. "Something's bugging you."

"I guess I'm sexually frustrated," she blushed.

"You – sexually frustrated?" laughed the older woman. "How could you be frustrated with that beautiful big man you have?"

"I can n-never r-reach an orgasm," Jan stammered nervously.

"Have you consulted a doctor?" her friend asked.

"It's not me," she replied. "It's Ted."

"Why is it Ted?"

"He simply can't control his ejaculations," Jan answered. "It's always 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am."

"Well, honey," Lois smiled. "That can be worked out with patience and practice."

"But, Lois," Jan continued, "you don't know how frustrating it can be."

"Oh, yes, I do," the older woman sighed. "George hasn't made love to me for over five years. Not since the baby was born."

"What?" gasped Jan. She knew that Lois' husband was in his fifties, but he was such a robust man.

"That's right," Lois smiled. "George has completely lost any desire or need for sex."

"I can't believe that."

"Well, it's true," Lois replied, getting up and pouring them another cup of coffee.

"How can you stand it?" asked Jan.

"I have lovers," was the woman's direct reply.

"You don't!" Jan gasped. "I don't believe you."

"It's true, honey," her friend replied. "I enjoy affairs that no one knows anything about."

"But, how could you?" gasped the startled young girl. "That's wrong."

"By most people's standards, yes," the woman continued. "But I'd be climbing the walls if I didn't have an occasional sexual release."

Jan just stared at her friend, unable to believe that Lois would be unfaithful to her husband.

"Me you suggesting that I take on a lover?" Jan suddenly asked.

"God, no!" Lois gasped. "That's the last thing I'd suggest. The problem between Ted and you can be worked out between yourselves, but my case is hopeless."

"Does your husband know?" Jan asked.

"He probably suspects," Lois continued, "but under the circumstances he never questions me."

"Do you really think that Ted and I can work out our problem?" asked Jan, a trace of hope in her voice.

"Certainly," smiled her friend. "You should consult a good doctor together, and I'm certain he'll be able to help you."

The subject of their sex lives was dropped and the conversation turned to chatter of a lighter nature. Jan felt much more relaxed as she drove home after a light lunch.

When she was only a few blocks from home, her car began to sputter, and then it stopped completely. Getting out and lifting the hood, she peered in at the engine, although she knew nothing about cars.

Within a few moments, a pickup truck stopped, and a stocky young man carrying a can of beer walked over to her.

"What's the trouble?" asked the dark-haired boy, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans.

"I don't know," she smiled, happy that someone had stopped.

After first surveying her smooth shapely legs beneath her white shorts, the boy looked in at the engine. Getting into her car, he turned the ignition, but nothing happened.

"Have you any idea what it is?" Jan asked.

"I think it's in the wiring," the swarthy young man answered, sauntering back to his pickup. Tossing the empty beer can into the cluttered bed of the truck, he returned with a fresh beer.

"D'you have far to go?" he asked Jan.

"Just a few blocks," she replied.

"Well," he continued after taking a big gulp of beer. "I think I can fix it to get you that far."

Taking the aluminum tab from the can, he twisted it around the ends of two wires.

"Now try it," he suggested, holding the door open for the girl.

Turning the key, she was relieved to hear the engine spring to life.

"I'll follow you in case it stops," he said, draining the can with a big gulp.

Jan was filled with relief as she turned her car into the driveway. When she got out, she saw the battered pickup stop at the curb.

"What do I owe you?" she smiled as he walked across the lawn toward her.

"Gotta cold beer?" the young man grinned. "Sure," Jan giggled, "come on in." He couldn't take his eyes from her tight little ass as he followed her through the door. Sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen, he quickly gulped down the beer that she'd offered him.