August1 It was a long, dry month… in more ways than one.
The sex parties were cancelled. The weekly bouts of lusty activities were totally eliminated and, no matter how much pleading and coaxing Carol and Paula did, Tom just wouldn't cooperate.
Tom talked to Bruce only in passing. His ego was shattered, his pride torn apart, and Tom just wouldn't forgive his neighbor for jumping on his wife without permission.
Carol and Paula began to meet more and more regularly for afternoon sessions of love play. Tom had even become cold in his own bedroom and Carol had to rely on her sessions with Paula and her own hands for her satisfaction. This drove the horny housewife mad with pent-up passion. Not in the past fourteen years had she gone without cock on a regular basis. Her pussy was in agony. Even her substantial collection of dildoes and vibrators couldn't fill her needs and ease her desires. A rubber prick just wasn't the same as the real thing.
Carol would watch Bruce Clarke working in his yard or sun bathing or swimming, and she longed to feel his body possessing her again. But she knew that if Tom found them fucking again he would probably kill both of them!
One evening Carol watched Bruce and Paula taking a fuck outdoors by their pool, and she literally wept with passion. She stood and shamelessly masturbated while she watched the neighbors screwing, and the tears flowed down her cheeks, and the juices flowed down her legs!
As the long days passed, Tom became less and less interested in sex. No matter how hard Carol tried, he wouldn't fuck her. She felt his penis and rubbed it with her body, using her tits and ass cheeks to try to arouse him into an erection, but nothing worked. The young wife always ended up having to do herself, and frustrated and unfulfilled, her hole empty of cock.
Finally, unable to take anymore, Carol went to a lawyer and talked about getting a divorce.
Carol met her husband outside The Backdoor Club and they went across the street to a little restaurant. As they entered, Carol gasped and knew they had made a mistake. Sitting in a corner booth were Bruce Clarke and Chargette. Maybe Tom wouldn't see them…
Too late! Tom spotted his neighbor and began to walk towards him, a lecherous grin on his face.
Carol reached out and grabbed her husband's sleeve. "Tom… please! Don't make a scene!"
Tom just glared at her and pulled his arm free and continued walking towards Bruce.
Bruce saw the trouble coming. "Oh, oh!"
"Hello, Bruce," called Tom.
"Hi, Tom!" called Chargette, a big smile on her pretty face. It looked like she was about to have dinner with her two favorite customers. "Are you going to join us?"
Tom glared at Chargette. "Why don't you wait outside where you belong."
The blonde girl looked very hurt, as if she was about to start bawling. "I'm not an animal."
"You act like one…"
"Tom! For Christ's sake!" Carol had come up behind him. "Don't mind him, Chargette. He's just being a prick."
Bruce stood up. "Tom… I really don't give a damn how you feel about me anymore, but you owe Chargette an apology"
"Fuck you!"
"What the hell's the matter with you? You used to be the greatest sex-man in the county. Now you act like a high school boy who found his girl kissing another kid. Why the fuck don't you grow up!"
The restaurant was suddenly very quiet. Everyone was watching the two men. A waitress had run into the back to get the manager.
"You know damn well what's the matter," said Tom.
"Christ, Tom… can't you forget it!"
"Sit down or I'll knock you down!"
"Tom… please!" said Carol. "You're going to get us thrown out."
Bruce was still standing. "Go ahead, asshole. I'm waiting for you to try to knock me down"
"Don't tempt me," said Tom.
"Tom… shit! Here comes the manager!" said Carol. She was looking at a very big man with two young men at his side. They were pushing through the crowd, heading right toward Bruce's table, and they looked serious!
"I'm still waiting for you to knock me down," said Bruce.
"Nobody's going to knock anyone down!" called the manager. He pushed Carol out of the way and grabbed Tom's arms.
"Hey… that's my wife you shoved!"
"You're leaving," said the manager.
"I don't like the way you shoved the lady," said Bruce. He was pushing away from the table. "And take your hands off my friend!"
"These people were just leaving," said the manager.
"We'll leave when we're ready," said Tom, which was a bold thing to say with the strong manager about to crush his elbows.
The manager turned his head and said to one of the young men, "Take the woman!"
When the man grabbed Carol, it was all Tom could take. He broke free from the manager's hold and hit the young guy with a punch that almost took his head off. The man flipped backwards and did a summersault over an empty chair.
"Get him!" shouted the manager.
"Hey!" yelled Bruce. He leaped over his table and grabbed the manager's head. His jump knocked Chargette off her seat. She went sprawling on the floor, her little skirt hiking up in the process giving the patrons a full view of her pantied crotch and buns. A few of the male customers applauded this.
Tom took the second young man out with no problem. Bruce was busy grappling with the manager.
"Look out, you guys!" shouted Carol. "Here comes more troops!" She was pointing at two more men who were rushing out of the kitchen.
Tom met these men with swinging fists, but he soon went down with their dual weight.
"Tom!" shouted Carol with alarm.
Bruce pushed the manager away, sending him tumbling over a table and into the lap of a fat woman. He jumped up on a chair and yelled, "I saw Captain America do this in a comic book last night! Yahooooo!" and he leaped into the air.
Bruce did a perfect dive that culminated with his arms wrapped around the two men's heads. He pulled them down and broke his fall with their asses. They sprawled backwards, but the agile Bruce leaped right to his feet again.
Now Tom and Bruce were standing back to back, fists balled and stance set for more action.
"Thanks, pal," said Tom. "I think those two guys would have had me."
"Don't mention it," said a grinning Bruce.
The manager had re-grouped his forces, but the young men had lost all their fight.
"You don't pay us enough to tangle with these two guys," said one of the men. The others nodded agreement and they walked away, deserting the manager.
Tom and Bruce grinned and put down their fists.
"Would you two assholes just leave now, please," begged the ragged manager. "I gotta go in the back and check the paper for another job."
"Sorry," said Tom.
"You shouldn't have interfered," said Bruce.
The manager just shook his head and looked at his shoes.
"My wife will pay you for any damages," said Tom.
"Thanks!" said Carol.
Bruce put his arm around his comrade's shoulder. "Just like old times!"
"Yeah… we still make a great team!"
"The best. But, listen… I'm just fired up! Why don't we go tear up a few bars!"
"Sounds good to me," said Tom. "If you buy the first round of brew."
"You're on!"
Tom laughed and put his arm around Bruce and the two partners turned and began stepping over the wreckage. Some of the patrons stood and cheered as they left.
Carol stood watching the two men leave, and just shook her head. It took a fucking fight to get things back to normal. She would never understand men!
Carol leaned over and helped Chargette stand up. "I guess that leaves you and me, honey," she said. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure," said the blonde. She was searching on the floor for a lost earring. "Damn… those two guys are really something else!"
"Yeh," said Carol. "That's why I love 'em!"
Tom returned home late that night, drunker than shit. He woke Carol, threw the bed sheets on the floor, mounted her naked body and fucked the daylights out of her!