Janet McCoy: The wife next door

And from the man's moans, it was evident he too was thoroughly aroused by what he was doing.

Emma felt an involuntary shudder run from her cunt up along her spine. It was a shudder of arousal. She was intensely excited by what she was witnessing. It was seldom that Harry ever ate her cunt, but when it happened, she invariably had a resounding climax, and lay panting, pleading for more. She knew why Helen's face looked so distorted, so engrossed with lust. Emma remembered well how a slippery tongue felt on her own clitoris, probing up into her own pussy-hole.

It was all the watching brunette could do to suppress a moan as the man's hands gripped Helen's buttocks firmly and pulled her in closer to his face.

"Ooohh… oooohhh… ooooohhhh, Ken-n-n! You're won-derful!"

It didn't surprise Emma that her neighbor was making love to a man other than her husband. Helen had hinted to Emma about the sophisticated nature of her relationship with Sam. Emma had not asked for details at the time. She had felt inexplicably frightened by such an unorthodox approach to marriage. She felt in her heart of hearts that, if Harry were the lover she wanted him to be, she would never even look at another man twice.

But, as things were, Helen's lot was beginning to look like a very attractive one. Helen obviously wasn't going around feeling frustrated and horny. Emma was beginning to wonder if she couldn't learn a thing or two from her pretty redheaded neighbor.

"Ken, darling… turn around, please… I want to kiss you too!"

Without raising his face from Helen's pussy, the man called Ken maneuvered himself around on the rug until he was lying stretched out next to her in a sixty-nine position.

Emma gazed dumbfounded at the long, half-erect cock that arched from his loins. It looked so big! The brunette could feel a hungry yearning inside her panties. She watched Helen's admiring gaze as the redhead began to work her hand gently up and down along the turgid shaft. She licked her lips in vicarious pleasure as Helen closed her lips over the swollen, bulb-shaped tip.

"Hhnnnhhh!" His muffled moan rose from the dark red patch of her pussy-hair. Emma could see his fingertips sinking into Helen's flesh as he responded to the rousing caresses of the woman's mouth and tongue.

Helen's eyes seemed to shine with lust as she held the cock away from her for a moment and surveyed its full erect length. Her look said that she was too excited to hold off any longer and she took the whole shaft inside her mouth. At the same lime her cunt ground up into the man's face. She was grunting in animal-like pleasure as her head began to bob back and forth along his prick. Her fingers worked light caresses over his balls and asshole as her mouth worked tirelessly on his cock.

"Ohhh, Kennnnn… soooo good-d-d-d!" All the other sounds that escaped her mouth were incoherent, but the message was clear. Helen was enjoying herself.

As she stooped outside the glass doors and peeked through the crack in the drapes, Emma lost all sense of time and place. She was thoroughly absorbed in the lusty scenario taking place right before her eyes. Her frustrated body was sympathizing with the writhing pleasure-agony of the woman on the rug inside the room.

She could almost feel the smooth fleshiness of that cock in her mouth. Could almost sense the slippery excitement of his tongue working along the sensitized flanges of her pussy.

Eventually, watching the two lovers writhing in erotic abandon became too much for Emma. She had to have some relief. She began to run a hand over the crotch of her jeans. That helped a little, by turning the numb ache in her clitoris into a pleasurable purr of seething contentment. That was a touch of what she wanted, but it soon became apparent that her cunt was going to need more than that.

She slipped down the fly of her jeans and eased her hand inside, down past the baffler of her bikini panties. As soon as her cool fingers hit the hot bud of her clitoris, her whole body trembled with a volcanic surge of excitement.

"Hhhnnnhh," she moaned in a whisper. Yet even that betrayal of her presence frightened her. Would she be discovered?

Emma realized at once that her fears were in vain. The couple in the next room were far too absorbed in each other and the feelings in their own bodies to notice her feeble cry of pleasure. Emboldened by their absorption in each other, she began to rub her fingers mare energetically over her cunt. Her body trembled with the tantalizing sensations. And with the lewd thought of her own depravity. She was being a voyeur. She was watching others make love, and jetting paltry satisfaction from her hand. She felt a depraved titillation in her own perversity.

"Jee-zuz, Helen baby… Your pussy tastes so good! I've gotta get my cock inside there! Are you ready?"

"Mmm, yesss! Fuck me, Kenny! I want your nice big cock up inside me! My pussy's hungry for you, baby!"

The redhead got up onto her hands and knees and, before the man could act, she pushed him flat onto his back. She straddled his loins and guided his erect prick toward the hairy silt of her pussy. As soon as their genitals made contact, she sat right down on him. His cock disappeared from Emma's view deep into the welcoming confines of Helen's cunt.

"Uuuuhh, God-d-d!" Helen looked like a proud princess mounted astride her steed. Her red hair flew wildly about her head, as she threw it back in wanton ecstasy. Not content to sit and pose, she began to gallop atop the prone man. Her hips moved frantically up and down over his erect cock. Now his cock was lost somewhere deep in her cunt. Now it shone bare and glistening beneath her voracious pussy-slit.

Emma ran her tongue nervously over her lips as she watched the couple lose themselves in their erotic play. She toyed feverishly with her clitoris through the opening in her pants. She began to run her hands over her chest, to excite her nipples into proud hardness. The tantalizing darts of pleasure ran back and forth between tits and cunt like some kind of urgent Morse Code of sexuality. It was all Emma could do to remain on her feet. She was beside herself with passion. More than anything she wanted to give her hand freer access to her pussy. It was hard to caress it properly with her jeans and panties in the way.

Looking nervously around her, she slipped her jeans down over the ripe swell of her buttocks. Her panties came next. Now her hand could move as it wanted. She shoved two fingers deep into her pussy and began to fingerfuck herself in time to Helen's movements over Ken's cock.

"Mmmmm!" For moments at a time, her arousal was so intense she closed her eyes. She didn't need to actually see Ken and Helen any longer to bask in the contagion of their sensual abandon. She was moving with them. Feeling with them.

The young housewife had never realized anything as perverted as being a Peeping Tom could be so exciting.

Her fingers were wet with her juices. Her clitoris was rock-hard with the rush of blood to her sex organs. Her body was in tense suspended animation. She was building… building…

"God, Helen, your cunt is so good, baby. It's squeezing my prick like a juicer… Man, I don't know how much more of this I can take!"

"You'll take as much as I decide to give you, big boy!" Helen was obviously enjoying her position of power riding astride the man. She was using his cock at her own speed, in her own way. She loved to tease herself, to hold herself aloft with just the tip of his cock in her pussy, until she couldn't stand it another minute. Until she just had to be filled to bursting once again with a big stiff one. "Uuuhh, Kenny… what a sweet cock! Jeez!" Up and down, up and down rode her tight round little ass-cheeks. Despite her height, Helen had a small build, and it was all packed into the right places. She tad an intense energy that was at this moment driving the young man's body and senses to distraction.