Bill Randolph - Naked wife next door

"Lube it up good, boy," she rasped as she pumped her ass back at his cock.

Her tits swung as she swayed back and forth. She was afraid the boy would get carried away fucking her pussy and blast his load before getting around to fucking her ass. Thus far, the primary disadvantage to fucking these two young studs was the quick trigger of their climaxes. Teenaged boys, she realized, were famous for that minor little drawback.

But the tall boy had forgotten his assignment. When his cock was completely lubricated and greased with her juices, he pulled out of her cunt and stabbed his prickhead against her asshole.

In a moment the teenager's prick was plowing into her asshole. She shrieked at the initial penetration, but the pain quickly evaporated and she rocked back and forth with ecstasy.

She tossed her head from side to side and found the short boy. "Get over here in front of me," she said breathlessly. "Give me your cock."

When he flopped down in front of her, she grabbed his prick and sucked it into her mouth. As the taller boy fucked his cock into her shitter, she gobbled up the short boy's prick. She smacked her lips with excitement and churned her ass back against the pounding prick fucking her ass. At the same time, the short boy started fucking her mouth with an urgency new for him.

Soon Norma felt totally helpless as the boys had her perfectly sandwiched. After being the aggressive one in total charge of the action, it thrilled her womanly instincts to suddenly be overpowered by the young studs.

Ecstasy swelled inside her and eventually flooded her. Her body spasmed and she involuntarily bit down on the short boy's cock, causing him to shoot off. He grunted when he sent a load of jism down her throat.

Seconds later, her asshole flexed around the tall kid's cock. She quaked through another intense orgasm just as her shit-chute seemed to suck a showering wad of spunk out of the taller boy's prick. He fucked his prick deep into her as his come gushed into her ass guts.

Then, it was over. They lay in a tangled heap on the bed, breathless and sated. For Norma, it had all been a perfect tune-up for Paul's arrival later.

The next morning, Norma answered the knocking on the back door and found Liz standing there, just like old times, anxious to share some morning coffee and neighborhood gossip.

Norma was depressed, and she welcomed Liz's unexpected visit. She needed cheering up and right now, and Liz seemed like the ideal person to make her forget her problems.

Paul had phoned around midnight to say he was delayed. He wouldn't be home for at least another two days. He was sorry, but it was business. He promised to make it up to her when he finally got home. Norma took little comfort in that promise.

The last few times Paul had been home, he seemed to do little else but sleep and watch television. The spark had definitely been missing in their love life, but Norma kept telling herself it would be different with his next stay at home.

Now, with his most recent delay, she seriously considered the possibility that her husband had a mistress. It just wasn't natural for a man, away from home so much, to be so uninterested in fucking when he finally got home to his wife.

"I've been dying to talk to you," Liz said when Norma had poured them both cups of coffee.

Norma gazed at her friend as she sipped coffee. The woman looked excited. Her eyes sparkled and she seemed brimming with happiness.

"Well? Do I have to guess what's making you so excited?" Norma said, smiling. Already she felt better being with her friend. Except for Tina not being there, it was just like old times.

Liz took a deep breath. "I'm in love, Norma," she whispered, leaning across the table toward Norma.

Norma's stomach tightened as she fought to control her expression and the tone of her voice. "Hell, Liz, that's nothing new," she said. "Everyone knows how you and Jerry are still like a couple of kids on a honeymoon."

Liz leaned back in her chair, a pleased grin spreading over her lips. "It's not Jerry."

Norma blinked. She knew what was coming. Suddenly, she couldn't dismiss the lewd images of Liz and Clay fucking that flashed through her mind. A stab of uneasiness shot through her. She had to act surprised, but she wasn't sure if she should join in her friend's happiness or condemn it.

"What are you talking about?" Norma asked, pretending to be confused.

Liz milked the moment, then winked. "I'm in love with Clay Harris," she finally said. "And he's in love with me."

Norma stared at her and nervously picked up her coffee cup. "What the hell are you talking about?" she said. "Is this another of your jokes?"

"Clay and I are in love and want to be together." Liz looked determined and the smile slipped from her face. "We're both serious."

"Liz, do you know what you're saying?" Norma said. "You're talking about a man who's married to your best friend."

"You're my best friend," Liz snapped.

"Stop being silly," Norma retorted. "You know what I mean."

"I don't care. We love each other. That's all that matters."

Norma took a deep breath. She blinked at her friend. "What about Jerry?" she whispcred.

"Fuck him," Liz snapped. "He's having an affair. Maybe more than one. Shit, he's never taken our marriage seriously. Why should I?"

"That doesn't mean you have to leave him," Norma said, blurting it out. "You two could work things out."

"We haven't been happy for a long time," Liz said, gulping her coffee.

The silence was heavy. Finally, Norma said, "What about Tina? Your problems with Jerry are one thing, but you can't do this to Tina and her children. What will happen to them if you take Clay away from them?"

Liz flashed a vicious glare at Norma. "I didn't expect you to preach at me," she hissed. "For your information, Clay isn't happy with Tina. She bores him. She makes fucking about as thrilling as washing your hands."

"And you excite him?" Norma said, biting her lip as soon as the question sprang from her mouth.

"Yes, damn you, I excite the shit out of him!" Liz thundered. "And I'll tell you something, little Miss Goody-Goody, if you aren't careful, one day you might overhear a couple of broads saying these things about you and your precious Paul!"

Her words hit Norma and she blinked. She struggled to maintain her composure. "Liz, do you think Clay will still be excited by you five or ten years from now?"

"Yes!" Liz said defiantly. "We have something special. We're really in love and we enjoy experimenting. Don't start worrying about my future, honey."

The implication was clear to Norma, but she chose to ignore it. Instead, she remembered how Liz had always competed with Tina. Throughout high school, Liz and Tina seemed to compete for the same boys, the same awards and the same positions. They had been rivals for head cheerleader in their senior year. Liz had won. She usually did, Norma recalled. She had even tried to discourage Tina from marrying Clay, but she lost that one. Tina and Clay had been so crazy about each other in the beginning.

Now Norma gazed at her long-time friend. She felt confused and frightened. She was very tempted to let Liz know just how much Jerry was fucking around. She considered even admitting her own little fuck session with Jerry, but she quickly decided against it. What purpose would it serve?

Norma poured them both more coffee and tried to stay calm as she pondered the direction of any additional conversation with Liz.

"I suppose Clay has already mentioned all of this to Tina," Norma said, glancing across the table of Liz.

"Not yet," Liz said simply, sipping coffee. "Does that make you nervous?" Norma asked.

"Of course not," Liz snapped. "He'll get around to it. He wants me as much as I want him."