Bill Randolph: Naked wife next door

"Haven't I always told you how sexy and beautiful I thought you are?" he rasped, inching still closer to her.

"Yes. To me and every other, woman in the neighborhood," she said, trying to laugh off his advances.

"You know that's bullshit," he said, his expression turning serious and earnest. "You turn me on. You always have. Liz ain't bad, of course, but you're special."

"That's enough, Jerry," she said, trying to sound firm even though she felt uneasy.

"I can't tell you the times I've been fucking Liz and thinking about you," he said. "I pretend it's you under me, getting my [missing text]."

"Jerry!" she snapped. "Stop this right now. Please don't say another word that'll hurt our friendship."

She got the words out and hoped they sounded convincing. But her heart pounded with excitement and she felt herself grow warm all over. Damn! What's happening to me? She felt juice seep out of her cunt as she instinctively pressed her knees together. She stood abruptly. "I think you should go home and wait for Liz," she said.

He yanked her down again. "I think I should stay here," he said. "Don't tell me you've never wondered what I'd be like to fuck." He grazed his fingers over her thigh.

Norma was stunned. "Jerry, I can't believe you're saying these things. You must be drunk! Or crazy!"

"Take it easy, Norma," he said, moving his hand between her legs and caressing her satiny flesh. "How long has Paul been gone on this trip? Four days? Come on, don't tell me you don't get hot and horny with him on the road so much. Women get just as horny as men when they don't get a good, hard fucking on a regular basis. Liz starts to climb the walls if we go more than two nights without a little action in the sack."

Norma shook herself from the shocked trance that had frozen her.

"In that case, Jerry, maybe you better hurry home and take care of Liz." Norma's tone sounded firm, but she didn't push Jerry's hand away.

A moment passed, and they remained silent. Norma's mind reeled with indecision and confusion. She squirmed slightly and blinked, glancing away from his prying, intense gaze. "Your skin is nice and soft and warm," he rasped, clearing his throat. "I bet it's like that all over, isn't it?" His hand slipped farther up her leg and she automatically parted her thighs.

"Jerry, this is crazy, and you know it," Norma said finally. "We're both happily married. All of us are such good friends and neighbors."

"So?" he snapped, leaning toward her and slowly moving his lips over hers while slipping his hand inside the wet, crotch of her panties.

Norma gasped and held her breath as he slowly fondled her curly cunt-patch. He kept his mouth closed at first then opened his lips and eased his tongue into her yielding mouth.

It was at this very moment that she gave up any pretense that Jerry was only flirting. He was obviously serious in his determination to sample what had always been reserved for her husband. Then, the startling realization hit her between the eyes. She suddenly knew in her heart that she wanted Jerry to continue this wanton action. As much as she loved Paul, she craved sexual adventure. After all, life was much too short not to taste every delight available. Besides, she asked herself, what woman today doesn't indulge in an occasional affair?

The rationalization formed in her mind, Norma now surrendered to Jerry and wrapped her arms around his neck. She boldly parted her lips and sucked his darting tongue into her mouth. She caressed it with her own tongue and lips and massaged the back of his neck.

"Damn you, Jerry," she hissed, momentarily breaking the kiss. "See what you're starting? Things have been so casual and friendly among all of us, and now everything will get complicated."

"Shut up and stop fighting it," he said, tugging her robe off her shoulders. "The only thing this changes is that both of us are finally doing what we should've been doing since the first day we met."

Without thinking, she unknotted the belt that held her robe together and helped him slip it completely off her luscious body. It fell to her waist and Jerry wasted no time planting a hot kiss on her shoulder.

With one hand stroking her throat, he reached behind her and unhooked her flimsy bra. Her tits flopped out and she closed her eyes and leaned back against the sofa. She stopped thinking about everything except the wonderful sensations flooding her. Passion leaped inside her and she panted as she realized she would come the second he touched her quivering pussy.

"This is crazy," she murmured even as her body belied her words. "We should stop right now – before it's too late."

He chuckled hoarsely. "Wake up, honey," he said. "It's already too late."

Of course he was right, and Norma knew it as her skin bristled with tingling sexual energy. She groaned as she reached out for him. In the next instant she cradled his head against her chest as he closed his lips over one of her tits.

Jerry swirled his tongue over her stiff nipples, and Norma squealed softly. She trembled all over and pressed herself firmly against his sucking mouth.

"Oh, I knew you were hungry for some good loving," he rasped as he released her tit from his lips and gazed up into her eyes. "Wanna stretch out and get more comfortable in a bed?"

"Don't stop," she sighed, clutching his arm. "It feels so good the way you suck my titties."

He snickered and lowered his lips to her huge tits. "See why everybody calls me a sucker?" He nibbled feverishly on her nipples, moving his lips from one to the other.

"Yes, oh yes, that feels great," she cooed. Then, she stiffened, practically bolting upright on the sofa as panic streaked through her. "Jerry, promise me you won't tell anyone about this. Promise me."

He glanced up into her face and grinned.

"Don't sweat it, honey," he said casually. "You think I want any word to get back to Liz? Shit, she'd murder me!"

Norma sighed with relief and clung to him now as he forced his fingers inside the crotch of her panties. He caressed the downy fur between her legs and dragged his fingertips over her inner thighs.

She moaned and humped her hips against his fondling hand. "God, Jerry, that's wonderful," she hissed.

"You sure are hot and wet," he chuckled admiringly. "Compared to you, Liz is a block of ice. Shit, I never knew a woman to get so ready so fast!"

Norma smiled as she settled back on the sofa, savoring the thrills of his fluttering fingers over her pussy and inner thighs. She gasped with fresh excitement as he suddenly yanked the waistband of her bikini panties. She helped by lifting her ass off the cushion while he pulled her panties off. She sat down again as he slowly peeled the flimsy garment down her thighs. She sprawled out on the sofa and waited anxiously for him to make the next move. Her passion was ignited and her lust boiling. Now she needed Jerry to do something about it.

She blinked up in time to see him start stripping. He flashed a leering grin at her as he whipped off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. She watched in fascination as her own arousal steadily intensified. She had to admit the excitement of finally having idle curiosity satisfied. Many times over the years she had occasionally wondered what the husbands of her two best friends looked like naked and, more importantly, how they performed in bed. Liz and Tina had traded bedroom notes with her from time to time, but now she was discovering the pleasure of finding out for herself.

When Jerry was naked, he stood before her and stared at her luscious, nude body. She thrilled to the way he drank in the sight of her curvaceous body. Desire radiated from his expression, and Norma felt warmed and caressed by it. At that moment, she knew there would be no turning back.

She wanted Jerry to fuck her.