Gilda Grayson: The exhibitionist wife

Glumly, he sat back down at his desk, conscious of his still throbbing erection, straining against the front of his trousers, his hand going down to caress the turgid length of his cock and smiling with the secret knowledge that he sure as hell wasn't impotent as Evelyn regularly accused him of being. He toyed with an idea: What I ought to do is walk in there, turn that damned TV set off, haul her out of her chair, throw her down on the living room floor… and fuck hell out of her… so she knows she's really been had! Something kept him from carrying out the idea, though. Maybe it was the memory of how Carol had rebuffed him so many times, putting him off with vapid excuses… until one day he'd tried it. He manhandled her… forced her – raped her actually – fucking the ass off her, while she fought him like a wounded tigress. It had been a costly mistake. After a visit to her lawyer the next day, she insisted that he move out because she was divorcing him.

He sat there at his desk for several minutes, trying to force himself back to the drudgery of those endless columns of figures, but after a few desultory attempts at reconciling some of the entries, he gave up as a lost cause. Reaching into his desk drawer he brought forth a small pair of binoculars, rose from his chair and went to the window, again.

Things were going to start happening down there in his neighbor's bedroom. He saw that the young husband was stretched out to his full length on the white bedsheets, his cock hardening rapidly. Fred still couldn't see the man's lovely, blonde wife, yet. She was in another part of the bedroom, hidden from his view. Now, the husband was reaching down to grasp the shaft of his penis, holding it aloft. His mouth was moving, but Fred couldn't hear his words; he could only imagine that he was making a lewd invitation.

She was there, then, crawling up on the bed beside him and rolling over on top of her husband. Fred saw her white, tapering thighs part then close again, and he knew that she had captured the stiffening shaft of her husband's prick, holding it tight between her clamped-together thighs.

Using the binocular, he brought the scene into sharp focus, almost as clear and large as though he were there in the room with them. This's the best damned investment I've ever made! He watched their mouths meet and meld, and he imagined the sucking, nibbling and the intertwining of tongues in the deep, open-mouthed kiss; then, as he swept the glasses over the smooth whiteness of her back to the nipped in waist and the curving flare of her hips, he saw the slight undulations of her buttocks and knew that she was grinding her warmly moist furrow up and down the length of her husband's massively erect cock. Below, Fred felt the involuntary lurch of his own aching hard-on, his hand going into a pocket to shift the shaft of his turgid prick to a more comfortable position, and with gentle fingers he caressed the length of it, debating with himself whether he should or shouldn't. Several times lately, as he'd watched the copulating neighbors, he'd masturbated while he watched them. It gave him a measure of satisfaction, but he didn't really like to do it; it seemed such a waste to him, especially when he could have been getting all the fucking he could handle with his wife, Evelyn. It's damned strange that I can't get it up with her! Maybe… it's because she's so eager for it… always letting me know that she's hot for it… and coming after me! Christ! I don't know… she's so aggressive sometimes! Again, a truth was dogging him, but Fred didn't recognize it when he saw it. What he knew for sure was: My cock just lies there limp as hell…! And, even if I do get it about half hard… it'll just curl up and die on me!

… And, now as he watched, his own excitement mounting, he saw the young wife slithering down over her husband's chest, her mouth kissing his flat belly. Lower and lower she moved, until she was kneeling between his wide-spread legs, her hands busy, one caressing his ball-filled scrotum, while the other held the thick length of his cock's shaft. Then, her smiling lips were coming down to the throbbing head of it as her tiny hand retracted the loose folds of the foreskin to reveal the reddish satin of her husband's cock's head. Damn! She's going to suck him, tonight! Fred's cock jerked involuntarily with erotic excitement against the confining cloth of his shorts and pants, and his hand went down there again to soothe and fondle.

He was thinking about Evelyn, again. Maybe it would be a good idea to take his throbbing erection into the living room… and make it with her there. Without any rough stuff, though; just a nice, smooth seduction with the fucking taking place on the couch or the floor. Any place but the bedroom…! But, he couldn't tear himself away from the sex show going on in the apartment below.

The young blonde had her husband's prick in her mouth, now, and Holden let his imagination roam, trying to envision what it would feel like to have that delicious tongue swirling around the head of his cock. It was hard to hold the binocular steady with one hand, and he stopped his unconscious stroking of his own penis, intent upon watching the other man's hard shaft as it was absorbed deeper into his wife's mouth. With both hands holding the glasses now, he watched the golden blonde head bean to bob slowly up and down the turgid length of it, the binocular giving him a close-up view of everything that was happening.

He saw tiny, pink flanges of her inner lips pulled out, glistening with droplets of moisture, on the upstroke; then, they were stuffed back inside, her lips rolling inward as they nibbled their way back down to absorb almost all of her man's cock on each downward bob of her head. Her eyes were closed; her face serene, and the spun-gold of her hair was cascading down over her husband's hairy thighs. Then he noticed that the young man was flexing his hips, driving his massive cock even deeper up into his wife's ovalled lips.

… Now, she was taking all of it; her nose was nestling down solidly into the black hairiness of her husband's groin. Having watched the young couple enough during the last few weeks to know that the younger man's fully erect prick was something to reckon with, as he'd watched him pull it completely clear before ramming it back home again into his wife's undulantly receptive cunt, Fred was pretty sure how much cock she was taking deep into her mouth and throat. Hell's fire! She's got all of it in her mouth… and that husband of her's is hung with about eight inches of hard cock… at least!

Fred Holden could barely contain his own mounting excitement, as he watched the young wife from next door, her head beginning now to move a little faster and her husband's hands groping down to either side of her head to guide her ovalled, sucking mouth, while at the same time his hips rose and fell in rhythmic counterpoint, as he thrust upward at her with desperate urgency. Damn! She's going to suck him off… all the way!

As he watched the oral-genital act between the young, married couple, the idea began to grow, little by little, until he knew that he'd have to have that sweet, young thing, next door. Somehow, he would get to her… take her to bed, and… Christ! He could already feel that luscious flesh, her mouth working on him, his own tongue in that tight, little cunt… and finally his stiff, throbbing cock plumbing her, her clinging cuntal sheath slipping along the length of his thick prick. If I work it just right… God!

Faster and faster her gold-crowned head moved over her husband's loins, her mouth alternately nibbling and sucking, her cheeks hollowing, her lips stretched in a wide oval around that monster shaft tightening and relaxing, and Fred knew that in a moment it would be over. Even more fervently he wished that it could be he, who would be cumming in his neighbor's wife's deliciously sucking mouth.