Bill Randolph - Naked wife next door

She watched as Clay wet his thumb with Liz's pussy nectar and drilled it into the brunette's ass. Liz raised her shoulders and let her tits graze the bed. She threw her head back and moaned.

Clay continued to jab his thumb into her shitter as he moved one hand underneath to stroke her tits.

"Mmmmm, that's so nice, honey," Liz cooed.

He bent down and ran his tongue over her asscheeks and explored her inner thighs with his lips. Norma watched Liz respond. The brunette shivered with obvious delight and squealed deep in her throat.

"Jesus, Clay, you're driving me crazy!" Liz said.

"Don't want you to stiffen up on me," he said.

He flicked his tongue up and down her asscrack and fucked his thumb back in her ass. Liz moved a hand to her cunt and rubbed herself. Norma automatically reached down and rubbed her own horny cunt through her cunt-oils.

Clay bent over and stiffened his tongue. He stabbed it against Liz's asshole and tried to force it in. He tried again and Liz turned her head and giggled.

"No wonder Tina is so crazy about you," Liz said.

"No wonder you suck cock so good," he retorted. "You've got such a big mouth."

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," Liz whimpered. "Please don't be mad at inc. Just fuck me, honey. I promise to shut up."

Clay's reined manner vanished as he suddenly straightened, grasped Liz's hips and pressed his cock against her ass. Norma's head pounded when he quickly pushed forward and filled Liz's shitter with his cockmeat. It was the most erotic thing Norma had ever seen, and she held herself steady as she stared into the room.

"Ooooohhhh, Clay, that feels so damn good!" Liz said. "I swear I'm going to come like the hottest slut in town! Your cock is just perfect for my asshole!"

Clay chuckled as he pulled out and then fucked in again. His balls bounced against Liz's thighs. For a moment, Norma thought she would also come just watching this wild ass-fucking.

Clay fucked his cock all the way into her asshole, making Liz squeal a raspy scream. His face flushed and a lock of hair fell over his forehead. Suddenly, Norma felt terrifically turned on by Tina's husband. The way he was fucking his cock in and out of Liz's asshole made Norma tremble from head to foot.

"Now!" Liz yelled. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Clay began pounding her asshole in a frenzy, pistoning his prick in and out of her ass guts. Liz shrieked and pumped back, her entire body quivering and shaking as she literally rammed her ass back at his driving prick.

Norma pressed her lips together to keep from crying out when Clay came. He fucked into Liz's ass and sent a torrent of spunk inside her body.

Then, her own desire gushed over her, and Norma fled. She raced out of the house and dashed across the street to her home. She was finger-fucking her pussy before she reached her bedroom.

The cozy comfort of her world crashed around her. Norma no longer felt she was a part of a tight, three-way friendship with Liz and Tina. The two people she thought she knew were suddenly like strangers. She couldn't bring herself to talk to Tina, not after seeing Tina's husband with Liz. Talking to Liz was also out of the question. Norma knew she couldn't face Liz without betraying knowledge of her affair with Clay. Besides that, she feared she would let it slip about her own sexual episode with Jerry if she met with Liz.

Two weeks went by, and Paul came home for three days, then went back on the road. She considered telling her husband all about, the events that had shaken her little world, but she decided against it. Thus far, her marriage was the only solid, stable relationship she had. She wanted to cling to it and to protect it.

As the days passed and she tried to will herself to the changes happening around her, Norma decided she'd reached a major change in her own life. After all, it was normal for things to change. People had to grow, even as adults. She decided it was unrealistic of her to think life would always be the same, and that the people she loved most wouldn't alter their lifestyles over time.

All her life, she's just assumed she would marry and be faithful to her husband. But times had changed and she had been a fool to be shocked by that. Evidence of the vast changes blared from the television and screamed from the headlines of the newspapers. She had been jolted from her fairytale world, forced to open her eyes to the changes happening all around her. It was a stupid notion that one woman and one man would be expected to remain faithful to each other over an extended length of time.

The possibility that Paul might be cheating on her occurred to her more frequently. She forced herself not to be jealous when she suspected him. He traveled on business. It was his job and it had supported them comfortably throughout their marriage. She wouldn't allow herself to start worrying about his activities while he was on the road.

Paul had been away three days when Norma decided she didn't have to wait for Jerry to drop in and relieve her horniness. Over the last few days it had dawned on her that it was ridiculous for a woman to be horny in this day and time. Going out to seek sex was no longer a man's domain.

The more she contemplated the adventure of going out to pick up an attractive man, the more excited she became. Besides, there was no law forcing her to limit her sexual adventures to the husbands of her two best friends.

She was about to go upstairs and dress for her wanton shopping spree when the doorbell rang. When she opened the front door, she saw Bobby Roberts, the paperboy, standing in the doorway.

"Collection day, Mrs. Quincy," Bobby said. "It comes around fast, doesn't it?"

"You can say that again, Bobby," Norma said ushering him inside. "Came on into the kitchen. I'll give you some milk and cookies while I find my purse."

Bobby slammed onto a chair, his legs extending out beside the dinette. Norma brushed past him as she reached for a glass from the cupboard. She was wearing a short robe and she automatically raised her hand to her hair and pushed it away from her faces.

"I'm sorry I'm not dressed," she said, pouring milk into a glass and putting it down in front of him. "I'm embarrassed about still running around her in my robe this late in the morning."

Bobby gulped down half of the milk and gobbled the two cookies she had placed on the table. She put a plate of cookies down in front of him and giggled.

"Help yourself, honey. I'll just eat them if you don't, and that wouldn't be good for my figure."

The boy's lips curled up in a tiny grin as his eyes danced over her tits. She wrapped the robe more tightly around herself and felt a thrill run down her spine.

"Bobby!" she gasped playfully. "Aren't you a little young to be thinking what I can see in your eyes?"

He snickered and bit into another cookie. His eyes followed her as she rose and poured him more milk. Norma felt hornier than ever and when she sat down again, she decided to keep their conversation going.

"How old are you, Bobby?" she said.

He flashed a broad grin. "I'm old enough, Mrs. Quincy."

Her cunt twitched and she smiled. Then she really looked at him for the first time. Her eyes swept over his face and his surprisingly broad shoulders. She appraised him as she would've a man. It was then she decided his age didn't matter. The feelings awakening inside her pussy were the sensations only a masculine, exciting man could cause.

"My husband is out of town on business," she said softly as a strange feeling of warmth spread from her tits down to her cunt.

Bobby said nothing, but merely chewed on the cookie and kept his eyes on her tits. He reached for the last cookie on the platter.

"My, my, you sure have a big appetite," she cooed.