Bettylou Thompson gazed deeply in the mirror of her dressing table. She thrust out her pert tits and tried to look sexy. Then she sighed. There was no use. She would never be as sexy-looking as her new neighbor. Of course there were rumors that Tiffany had been, a model in New York. How could she ever hope to be as glamorous as a New York model? It was ridiculous. Besides, Kenny thought she was beautiful and that was all that counted. Tiffany could take her expensive wardrobe and go ahead and look like a cover girl for one of those highbrow magazines. Bettylou didn't care. As long as she knew that Kenny was hers, she didn't have time to be jealous of every pretty girl who moved into their neighborhood.
Bettylou was so good-natured that she'd have a hard time being jealous. She was just too content in her role as Kenny's wife. She wouldn't have changed places with the most glamorous woman in the world. She was happy just being Kenny's loving woman. After all, she knew that her husband loved her. He fucked her at least twice a week, sometimes more, and that was proof enough, wasn't it?
Bettylou made a face at herself in the mirror and turned away. She didn't have time to sit around and stare at herself. She had work to do. She had to cook supper for Kenny when he got home from the office. She hoped that he wouldn't have to work late again tonight. She didn't like to sit at home alone. Sometimes Kenny didn't come home until three or four in the morning. Those nights were the worst. That was the way it was for a public relations man in a growing company, though. Kenny had explained it all to her. She certainly wouldn't want him to sluff off on his job but she did wish that he wouldn't have to work so late sometimes.
She smiled suddenly. It was a good thing that she wasn't the jealous type. If she didn't know better, she might think that Kenny was having an affair.
"Margie, honey, I'm really sorry hon, but I can't make it tonight. Yeah, got to keep her from getting suspicious. You know how that goes. We'll make it Thursday night for sure, though. I already told her that I have to go out of town. We'll have the whole night, hon."
Kenny Thompson lit up a cigarette as he finished his conversation. Margie was getting to be a bit of a problem. She wanted to see him practically every night. He would have to break it off soon. It was getting to be a pain thinking up two sets of excuses… one for his wife, Bettylou, and another for Margie. He'd much rather get it on with that little cocktail waitress, Renee. It didn't make any difference when he stopped in the bar. She was always ready for a little action and she didn't bitch when he said he had to leave to get home early.
Kenny thought of the expression on Bettylou's face if she ever found out what he did on the nights he said he had to work. She would be so hurt… he couldn't let that happen. It really wasn't her fault that sex with her had gotten to be a drag. He almost wished that she'd find a new lover. Maybe he'd teach her how to be a wild fuck and then he would have more fun at home.
He laughed to himself. Teaching Bettylou how to fuck her brains out would have the same chance as a snowball in hell. She was just too dumb when it came to fucking. Bettylou didn't have the foggiest notion how to be a sexy woman. She thought that just lying there, letting him pump off inside her cunt was all he wanted.
He had to admit that she had a nice pussy though… nice and hot and tight. Of course, it should be pretty tight. He only fucked her twice a week and that was only to make her think that their marriage was fine. He loved her, but he wished that she wouldn't be such a wet noodle in bed. If she was more of a woman, he wouldn't have to take chances and play around with his secretaries and female clients.
Kenny thought about fucking his wife and he shuddered. It really was a chore. He'd have to do it tonight though… and he'd have to come up with something to make his limp cock hard. Maybe he could think about their new neighbor with the long golden legs and the big tits. What was her name? Oh yes, Tiffany, that was it. He'd think about fucking Tiffany and he'd be able to get it up for Bettylou.
"You want some more pork roast, honey?" Bettylou asked eagerly. She was doing her best to please Kenny. He was home early and she wanted to show him just how happy she was to have him home. She could hardly wait until it was time to go to bed. Maybe she'd even let him do that vulgar thing to her. She gave a little shiver just thinking about it. It sounded awful but it was kind of exciting too. She wondered what it would feel like. Somehow the idea of licking a pussy was so naughty.
Bettylou didn't want Kenny to know how she had found out about licking pussy. She was too embarrassed to tell him. She shouldn't have picked up that filthy book anyway.
She had been in a real hurry that afternoon. She was downtown trying to find Kenny a red tie to wear with his new suit. She hadn't even paid much attention to the man who brushed up so close beside her while she was waiting for the stoplight to change to green. He had pressed the book into her hand and she had accepted it without thinking. She thought it was one of those religious things that, people were always giving you on the street. Then she had run into Gimlick's to look for a tie.
She didn't look at the book until she got home and then she almost passed out from embarrassment. It was one pf those picture books that showed pictures of men and women fucking. She was ready to toss it in the garbage when one picture caught her eye. It showed a man with his mouth pressed to a girl's pussy. The girl had her head thrown back and it looked like she was really enjoying whatever he was doing to her.
Bettylou felt a strange tingle run through her body. Then she gasped. She was getting all excited and horny, just looking at that picture. She tried to imagine what the girl in the picture was feeling, having that man's tongue licking her pussy. Without realizing that she was doing it, Bettylou's fingers crept down to her own sopping pussy and began moving over the wet crotch band of her lace panties.
She pressed her hand tightly to her throbbing cunt, but that wasn't enough. She was squeezing her whole pussy tightly, kneading it, feeling the silky hair through the wet lace of her panties.
Bettylou wiggled her finger around her panties. She pushed aside the lace that was in the way and thrust her finger into her pussyhole. Her thumb rolled expertly over her straining, throbbing clit and electric jolts shot through her body. She gasped with horniness and desire.
Her tongue flicked out and licked her lips. She wished that she could reach her own throbbing pussy with her tongue to lick it. Her fingers were the next best thing, though, and without thinking she thrust another finger in her hot pussy along with the first.
Bettylou's hunger grew. She was so hot that her pussycream was dripping down her legs and dropping to the floor in creamy droplets. Her face was flushed with heat and her breath was coming in gasps.
Soon Bettylou's whole hand was busy with three fingers thrust into her pussyhole. Her thumb busily tweaked and slid over her pulsing clit. Her other hand held her panties back, out of the way of her busily working fingers.
Her nipples swelled with passion and jutted from her tits. They thrust out, straining against the front of her dress.
She wiggled her asscheeks, unable to keep from moving her hips in wide circles. She pumped her pussy up against her thrusting, plunging fingers.
The harder she pumped with her fingers, the better it felt. Sugary thrills ran through her body as her fingers flew faster and faster, harder and harder.
Bettylou knew that she shouldn't be doing this. After all, she was a married woman and everyone knew that married women were supposed to be satisfied with their husbands. Masturbation was for teenagers… virgins who didn't have any other outlet for their sex drive.
She tried to make her shame stop her flying fingers. It didn't work though. She couldn't stop until she came. It felt too wonderful to stop. She could feel remorse later. Right now her hungry pussy demanded release.
Her hips thrust her pussy forward. Her hot pussyhole sucked at her plunging fingers, nipping and drawing them in even further. She could feel the hotness of her cunt. It felt like a silky, blazing furnace. She wondered if it felt that way to Kenny's cock. Of course she couldn't ask him; it just wouldn't be proper.
Bettylou felt her tits jiggle. The bobbed up and down with each lunge of her thrusting fingers. Her nipples were pebble-stiff and she rubbed them against her hands, feeling them scrape against her soft skin.
Her cunt was sopping. Creamy pussyjuice squished out around her imbedded fingers and she knew that her hot cunt was almost ready to explode. She closed her eyes and felt her pussy nipping around her fingers. Her clit throbbed demandingly.
"Ooooooooh! Sweet Jesus!" she squealed. Dizzying waves or orgasm rushed through her body. She shivered all over. Her legs trembled like branches in a storm and her knees spread to the side, leaving her pussy wide open. It was glistening with the juices of her excitement. Her fingers made squishing and smacking noises against her sucking cunt.
Bettylou's cunt gaped open. Her fingers plunged into her spasming pussy and her thumb rolled over her pulsing clit. Her pussy creamed and blasted leaving her weak and gasping. It felt wonderful. A lot more wonderful than fucking with Kenny.
Her hand flew to her mouth. She shouldn't even think terrible things like that. Of course fucking was better. Every wife knew that. It was just that she'd had more practice at this. She'd been finger-fucking herself for years.
Bettylou blinked rapidly. Kenny had asked her a question and here she was daydreaming about that terrible book. She felt her pussy spasm in recollection of the wonderful times she'd had playing with herself and looking at the pictures in that awful book. She forced herself to pay attention to Kenny's story about what had happened at work. There was time to think about fucking later.