When Beth finally got home, Howard was sitting in front of the television set as usual, drinking beer and watching a late movie. When she came in, he looked completely normal, turning just briefly to grunt a greeting at her, then turning back to the set. It was just like any other night when she'd been to a late meeting.
If she hadn't actually seen him and Dotty Devon making love, she'd never have believed it.
"Did you have a pleasant evening, Howard?" she purred.
"Uh-huh," he muttered, not even hearing her.
Beth turned red with anger. Damn him anyhow-he could spend the whole evening balling the neighbor woman, but he couldn't even spare his own wife a few seconds of conversation. And to think he'd told her he was "over the hill" as far as
sex was concerned, too old and tired to do it any more. Bullshit-he didn't have any problems with Dotty.
No, it was only Beth he neglected, Beth whom he couldn't even bother to talk to. She stalked angrily into the bedroom, stripped naked, crawled under the covers, and proceeded to play with herself till she came. She didn't care if Howard discovered her or not. She was through caring about his feelings, dammit. She wasn't going to postpone her sexual satisfaction a moment longer.
Beth ran her hands swiftly up and down her tall sleek body, feeling the firm silky skin. She certainly wasn't unpleasant to touch. She cupped and gently squeezed her apple-size tits, which poked straight out, firm and saucy, even though she was forty years old. Her tits weren't as big as Dotty's, but they were just as pretty, just as youthful.
"Bastard," Beth muttered.
She was really angry at Howard, and she didn't give a damn if he walked into the bedroom and caught her playing with her own body. Maybe it would teach him something-not to neglect his wife in bed. She moved her hand on down to the puff of copper curls over her mons. The hairs were delicate, fine, and fragrant. No, there was nothing ugly about her, nothing to turn him off.
She pressed down on her small furry mons and felt the light pressure in her sensitive little clit. She felt a spark of arousal. Wriggling a finger between the plump moist lips of her mons, she touched the tender little shaft of her clit and began to rub it in
a steady up and down motion. Almost instantly heady pleasure seeped through her body, making her moan softly.
"Yes, yesss," Beth murmured as she gently stroked her highly sensitive clit.
It never took her long to come this way. Her clit was so easily stimulated, such a powerful source of pleasure, that all she had to do was nib herself there for a few seconds, and she was off and flying. Now she felt the scalding hot juice running from her aroused cunt, felt her tiny joy button swelling up stiff and erect like a miniature cock. It wouldn't be long now
Moaning steadily, Beth began to rub even faster and with more pressure on the wet hard lump of her clit. Her whole pussy was soaked by now and throbbing with need. She arched her slim body and brought her long legs close together, increasing the delicious friction of her rubbing. Suddenly she was over the edge, coming, the room spinning before her eyes, her body writhing and rocking. Pleasure stunned her for long blissful seconds.
"Ahhhhhhh," Beth moaned.
At last the delicious convulsions stopped, and she pulled the covers over her and settled down to sleep. No, it never took her long to come by frigging herself, but there was something missing in that method, something she still wanted very badly. She wanted a man's hairy body pressed against her, and above all she wanted a stiff thick cock inside her. Oh, God, what she wouldn't give for that.
But the only cock in this house was apparently
not for her. It belonged to her husband, but he was offering it only to Dotty Devon. It really looked as if Beth, if she ever wanted to get laid again, would have to find another cock. And why the hell not? Howard had found himself another cunt…
As she fell asleep it was on a note of anger. She was furious with Howard for neglecting her, forcing her to masturbate like a guilty little kid, fucking the neighbor woman when he should have been doing his duty with Beth. She'd get even with him…
The next morning was Saturday, and Beth woke early. Howard was deeply asleep beside her, having stayed up late. She blinked and yawned, and the next thing she felt was a strange mixture of anger and lust. She glared at Howard, the cause of her horniness, and then she moaned with need. Her pussy seemed swollen almost to the bursting point with pent-up lust. But it would be foolish to expect her cheating husband at help her out.
By God, she had a good notion to fuck the first man she met today
Beth bounced out of bed and took a cool shower, hoping to dampen her arousal, but it was no go. All she could think about was finding some relief for that lusty itch in her long-neglected twat. Why not, dammit? If Howard could cheat, so could she. She had every right to just walk out of the house and get it on with the first guy she met.
So she did.
Blushing but determined, Beth dressed hurriedly in clinging shorts and t-shirt, not bothering with a bra. She decided just to take a walk around the
block and see if she ran into anybody. It was like a game, a dare. She wanted to see just how well she'd do at this sport of adultery.
She left the house, passed the Devon house, and there was Ralph West, taking out the garbage. She certainly hadn't had to walk far to meet a man-less than a block.
"Hi there, Beth," he said with a grin. "You're up early."
"All us good people get up early," said Beth, giving him her warmest smile. "My lazy husband is still asleep."
"Yeah, so's my wife," said Ralph. "She watches that damned tube till I think her eyes are gonna fall out. She was up till all hours last night watching some Italian movie.
"Oh, yes," Beth sighed, "that's the one Howard was watching. I guess we've been widowed by television, Ralph. But at least we get to enjoy the morning before the air's full of smog."
They chatted, and Beth wondered if she really wanted to try seducing her old friend and neighbor, Ralph West. Ralph was a very nice guy, and he was even attractive in a bearish sort of way-but the idea of going to bed with him was almost incestuous. He'd been like a brother to her.
"I wish I could get Tina up this early," he was saying wistfully. "She wastes half the weekend sleeping."
"I know how it is," said Beth. "Howard won't be awake till noon."
She and Ralph could help each other out. They both felt neglected, they both needed an attractive
member of the opposite sex to talk to. She must forget that brotherly feeling and start looking at Ralph as a possible lover. She was sure he'd be easy to seduce…
"Hey, you wanta come sit on the patio and have some coffee, Beth?" he said. "I just made a pot."
"Why, thank you, Ralph," she said. "I'd love that."
She could think of something else she'd like even more. As they walked to the patio, she studied Ralph's powerful burly body and got more and more interested. She'd fucked only one man in her whole life, seen only one man naked. Howard was in good shape for his age, but he was naturally slim. It would be a thrill to make love to a totally different type of man, a real gorilla like Ralph.
Ralph got the coffee, and Beth was careful to inch her chair very close to his, so that their knees touched as they talked. If Ralph noticed how close she was sitting, he didn't seem to mind. He was wearing ratty old jeans and a torn t-shirt, but nothing could detract from his big muscular body. Beth was dying to know how it would feel to lie naked next to him, to be embraced by such a man.
But how was she to proceed? She had no idea how to seduce a man. It'd been twenty years since she and Howard courted, and she'd even forgotten how to flirt. Damn, she wished she could just come out and tell Ralph her problem and- My God-why not?
Why not just tell him? Beth considered it. The very worst that could happen was that he'd say no. He was a gentleman and wouldn't report the
conversation to anyone else. It certainly would save a lot of time to just tell him straight out what her problem was and what she wanted from him.
As if reading her thoughts, Ralph said, "You look worried about something, Beth. Wanta talk about it?"
"You're so kind, Ralph," she said gratefully. "As a matter of fact, I am worried-about Howard and me. We-we just aren't making it any more."
Blushing and finding it very hard to talk about such things, she gradually unfolded the story for Ralph, who listened attentively. She told how Howard wouldn't make love to her any more, how he was always too tired. She told how hard this was on her, how her need for sex continued. That was the hard part, to admit that she was horny, but somehow she managed to say it.
"So," she concluded, "I feel like a very vital part of our marriage is gone. What do you think we should do, Ralph?"
To her astonishment, Ralph turned beet red.
All the while he'd listened to her story, Ralph was thinking what a dumb jerk Howard was to neglect a gorgeous wife like Beth. He was thinking how he'd like to get into her pants if he had the chance, how he'd had a letch for her for years. He had a good mind to tell her that if she wanted sex, he was the boy to help her out. And then she turned those big blue eyes on him and asked him what she should do.
"Well," he began, his voice coming out in a lusty croak. He cleared his throat and started over. "Well, Beth, all I can say is that if you've talked it
over with Howard and he won't cooperate, you're gonna have to get satisfaction somewhere else."
It was vague, but it was enough of an opening for Beth. She leaned forward and put her hand on his powerful hairy arm and looked him right in the eye. Her heart was pounding, and with every passing second she felt more and more lust for her old friend. She prayed the feeling was mutual.
"Somewhere else, Ralph?" she said breathlessly. "Just what do you mean?"
Again Ralph cleared his throat. He was starting to sweat. Somehow, some way, Beth Taylor was turning him on like crazy. He just hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself and her by getting a hard-on. He tried to speak calmly as he answered her question, but just the gentle warm pressure of her hand on his arm was distracting and very exciting.
"Well, Beth," he said, "it would be up to your conscience, of course, but it sounds to me like you should take a lover. I mean, Howard should be taking care of you in bed, and if he's not-well, that don't mean you have to give up sex."
Now Beth was blushing just as hotly as Ralph, but she wasn't going to back down no matter how embarrassing it got. She leaned even farther toward him, their knees pressing hard together, and her eyes got huge and hot. She licked her lips.
"Maybe you're right, Ralph," she said slowly. "Maybe I should take a lover. But I wouldn't even know how to find one. After all, I'm not that young any more."
Ralph sighed. "You're young enough, believe me."
She thought of Howard still asleep in their bed, but she didn't feel guilty. He had a lover, too, after all. She was just evening the score. And it was so much fun. Ralph was unzipping her shorts now, tugging them down.
"Hey, no fair," she giggled. "You'll have me naked in a second, and you've still gut all your clothes on. You have to take something off."
"I'm not much to look at," said Ralph.
"To me you are," Beth said.
She pulled his t-shirt off and gawked at his broad, powerful chest with its mat of black hairs. It really turned her on. She pressed her naked tits against it and moaned softly. Ralph endured it for a few moments, then impatiently reached for her shorts again. She let him take them off this time, leaving her in just a flimsy pair of blue bikini panties.
"My turn," she said huskily.
She unzipped the fly of his jeans and tugged them down. To her delight, he wasn't wearing any shorts. She pulled his jeans off and tossed them aside, then turned eagerly back to stare at his cock.
It was only the second one she'd ever seen-a little shorter than Howard's but just as thick. And hugely erect.
Ralph's stiff white prick sprang from a dense but forest of black hairs. His balls, bright red, were swollen up like balloons. The fat bulb-like head of his dick was tight and nearly purple with engorgement. Beth gently ran her hand up and down the hard throbbing stalk of his cock, and
instantly big thick bubbles of juice ran from the slit-mouth and onto her fingers.
"Careful," Ralph gasped. "I'm so damned hot for you, I could come just from you touching me."
Beth sighed and pulled her hand away. "I know how it is," she said.
Ralph seized her panties and quickly pulled them off. He gawked hungrily at her copper colored triangle of mons curls, then ran his fingers through the pretty flame-orange bush. It was soft and delicate, a delight to touch. In fact everything about Beth Taylor was delicate and delightful. He could scarcely believe that he was about to ball her.
He slipped his hand between her legs and felt her crotch. It was scorching hot, swollen, and soaking wet with her helpless cunt juice. Nevertheless Ralph wanted to be sure she was ready for his dick. He had a colossal hard-on, and Beth seemed so frail and slender. He didn't want to brutalize her-he wanted to enjoy her.
Beth gasped with sudden sharp pleasure as Ralph's fingers closed around her tender little clit. His big callused fingertips were remarkably gentle and skilled as he began to knead her clit between thumb and forefinger. Howard had never done that to her, and it felt fantastic. She helplessly creamed all over Ralph's hand.
"Oooooo, yesssss," Beth gasped. "Oh, my God, Ralph, that feels good… Ahhhh…"
She wasn't faking her enjoyment, Ralph knew. No woman could fake the creaming of her cunt, and Beth's scalding stick pussy juice was running
all over his hand. He went on kneading her clit, making her squeal and moan with delight, and with his free hand he searched around for her cunt. He quickly found the gushing steamy little hole and wiggled a fingertip into it. It was tight but not dry. No problem there…
While Ralph was exploring her, she was exploring him. She slipped her soft little hand under his big swollen nut sacs and gave them a quick gentle massage. She curled her fingers around the thick hot pole of his cock and fisted him for a few moments, pumping in a quick teasing motion, making him groan excitedly. She cupped the big hard head of his cock and felt his juice oozing against her palm.
"Baby, baby," Ralph groaned, "you better stop. You're gonna bring me off…"
Very reluctantly she stopped playing with his cock. She could have gone on all day, but she reminded herself that there'd be other opportunities. Meanwhile Ralph's busy hand in her crotch was driving her wild, kneading her hotly aroused clit, poking mischievously in her cunt. It was all a lot of fun, but she was ready for the main event. She'd been ready for years.
"Ralph," she gasped, "Ralph, please-fuck me."
Her face flamed as she said it, but at least he got the message. He looked at her in astonishment, then grinned. "You bet I will, honey," he said eagerly.
Ralph figured he had to be dreaming. Howard Taylor's lovely red haired wife lay stark naked beside him, opening her legs for him, offering him
her swollen red pussy which glistened with her cream. She was begging him to ball her. Sure, Ralph, dream on…
But when he touched the hard head of his cock to the gushing little mouth of her cunt, he knew it was all for real.
"Yes, yes, yes," Beth chanted as she felt the first touch of his cock at the mouth of her twat, "yes, Ralph, put it in me."
She-was clawing the grass in her excitement, her eyes tightly closed, and she held her legs far apart for him. She was so excited she could hardly breathe. After all, she hadn't been balled in weeks, and she hadn't been adequately fucked in years. As she felt Ralph's thick hard cock finally sliding into her, she couldn't hold back her cries of pleasure.
"Yes, YES," Beth shrieked, "put it in me, Ralph, fuck me…Oh, my God, I want it…yessss!"
Ralph was just as excited as she was, but he concentrated all his attention on very slowly penetrating her, easing his achingly stiff meat into her deliciously snug hot hole. He took his time, savoring the moment, because it all still seemed too good to be true. He'd almost resigned himself to life without sex…
Just for a moment he thought of his wife, Tina. He really loved her, and it was a shame she didn't turn him on any more, but that's how it was. What he'd needed to revive his interest in sex was what he had right now-a brand new partner, a lovely woman who lusted for him and aroused him. He was sorry to have to cheat on Tina, but, God help
him, he just couldn't resist…
At last he eased his swollen cock all the way up her tight wet little box. "Good for you, baby?" he sighed.
"Ooooo, yes," Beth crooned, clinging to him, wrapping her legs around him, "I love it, Ralph… Oh, God, just take your time, make it last… I need this so badly."
"You and me both," Ralph sighed.
He held out as long as he could, and Beth came four times before he finally shot his load into her. He wished it could have lasted longer, but he reminded himself that there'd be other times with his lovely red-haired neighbor. At least he hoped there'd be… He held Beth, his limp cock still deep in her soaked little cunt, and looked her urgently in the eye.
"We'll do it again, won't we, Beth?" he said anxiously. "This won't be the only time?"
"My God, no, Ralph," she laughed. "It's been wonderful, and I want to see you again as soon as possible."
"What about tonight?" he said. "Same place, as soon as it gets dark."
She nodded eagerly…
When Ralph got home, Tina was awake, talking to someone on the bedside phone. When he came into the bedroom, she blushed hotly, said goodbye quickly, and hung up. Ralph didn't notice her guilty look, however, because he was too preoccupied with his own guilt. He hoped she wouldn't notice the sheepish expression on his face…
When Beth got back to her house, she encountered the same situation-Howard on the phone, Howard blushing and hanging up quickly when she entered the room. He seemed awfully nervous about something, but Beth didn't really care. All she could think of was how great it felt to be fucked again.
"Good morning, dear," she said. "Who was that on the phone?"
"Uh, wrong number," said Howard.
"How nice," said Beth.
"What?" said Howard. "That doesn't make sense."
"Oh, doesn't it?" Beth giggled. "Sorry."
Howard thought she was acting strangely, and perhaps he should question her-but all he could think of was Dotty, seeing Dotty again tonight…