Don Burgess and his young blonde wife Kathy walked out sad eyed and scowling. The door of the model home clicked shut behind them, a cold and final sound.
"Shit!" Don said. "I knew we couldn't afford it!"
"It's all right," Kathy said, trying to sound cheerful. The sun gleamed in her golden hair.
Her firm, sharply coned tits rose as she inhaled deeply, then seemed to sag as she breathed a heavy sigh. "We're young," she said in an encouraging voice. "Someday we'll be able to buy a house."
"Bullshit!" Don said, his brooding eyes downcast. "The price has gone up twice in the last two months, and the interest rate is higher now. Even if we both get big raises, we can't keep up with inflation. We'll be stuck in that rat-trap apartment for the rest of our lives!"
"It's not all bad," Kathy said. "There's the pool…"
"Yeah, and walls so thin we can hear the couple next door whenever they fuck."
"You used to like hearing that," Kathy said in a sultry voice. "The way that woman moans and cries… that really turned you on!"
"Well, not any more. We're all caged like monkeys in the zoo, and I'm sick of it. I want us to have a home of our own."
"We will… someday," Kathy said. Her blue eyes flashed, trying to hide her own disappointment. "Come on, let's go home. I'll slip into something sexy, and we'll let the neighbors listen to us. As soon as your cock gets good and hard, you'll forget all about interest rates and inflation."
"I'm sorry, Kathy – I'm just not in the mood." He pulled his hand away and dug in his pocket for keys to the car. "Look at this piece of shit." He angrily kicked the front wheel of their ten year old sedan. "… the tires are bald, the engine needs an overhaul. We're both working, and we can't even afford that. We can't even think about buying a new car with prices the way they are. No wonder the fucking car companies are going broke. Who can afford to buy?"
"Frustrating, isn't it?" a breathy female voice said in sympathy.
"Frustrating? No, it's completely fucked!"
She smiled warmly and tossed her head. "That's what I like about young people – you tell it like it is!"
Don looked up then and realized it wasn't Kathy he'd been talking to. Deep in thought and his eyes glaring down, he had not noticed the raven-haired woman standing near the back of the car.
"Er, I'm sorry," Don said quickly. "I didn't mean to swear like that." She looked to be about forty, still trim and shapely, but old enough to be his mother. What he'd said embarrassed him.
"Don't worry about it," she said sweetly. "I'd have said worse. My husband George and I have been working for almost twenty years, saving every penny we could… and we still don't have a down payment large enough to satisfy the fucking bank."
"See?" Don said to his wife. "Twenty years from now, that's where we'll be."
The older woman sighed and shrugged, stirring a soft fall of jet-black hair that spilled over her shoulders and down to the ripe swelling of firm, full tits. They looked taut and proud, not sagging and droopy like tits on a lot of women her age.
Don managed a halfway grin, thinking that if they were alone and he felt better, he'd really like to get his hands on her huge tits and try his hot young cock in her middle-aged cunt.
She smiled at him with a sexy look in her dark eyes, almost as though she could read his mind. "I'm Ellen Chambers," she said, reaching out with a slender, graceful hand.
"I'm Don Burgess." He had to pause and catch his breath. The obvious yearning in her flashing eyes had started his cock to swell. All his life Don had heard that older women were really wild in bed. He didn't know for sure, but the way Ellen's restless eyes gazed so hungrily, he was itching to find out.
"I'm Kathy, Don's wife," Kathy said pointedly. It was as though she could read his thoughts too. A twinge of jealousy crackled in Kathy's usually soft voice.
"And here comes my husband George." Suddenly the spell was broken. Ellen's hungry gaze melted into a look of boredom, and she stifled a yawn with the back of her slender hand. "George," she said in an even voice, "I'd like you to meet Don and Kathy Burgess – two more frustrated house hunters."
"I'm charmed," George said to Kathy. In his eyes, Don wasn't there. She extended her hand, he lifted it, turned it palm down and kissed it lightly. His lips moved like they were searching for more, and young Kathy suddenly felt quite nervous.
"I'm… I'm pleased to meet you both," she said, drawing back her hand despite the older man's warm grip. His old fashioned romantic gesture embarrassed her, especially with Don looking on… looking like he wanted to punch George right in the mouth.
"We were going to have a few drinks and try to forget the horrors of house hunting. Would you like to join us?" Ellen asked.
"We'd love to," Don said quickly, glancing then at his wife for her approval.
"But we'd better not," Kathy said. "We – er, we have other plans."
"Oh, yes! I couldn't help overhearing," Ellen said with a sly and approving grin, "you're going to let the couple next door listen to your fucking for a change."
Kathy's sleek, suntanned skin blushed a flaming red.
"It's all right," Ellen said. She curved an arm around the young woman's shoulders and gave her a reassuring hug. Kathy still trembled, her pretty face flushed with embarrassment. "Hey," Ellen said calmly, "Just because we're forty… it doesn't mean we don't fuck."
Kathy blushed an even deeper shade of crimson. "Ellen, for God's sake, cut it out. Can't you see you're embarrassing the poor child? Not everyone in their twenties has joined the sexual revolution, you know?" George brushed Kathy's arm with almost fatherly affection. "There, there you poor dear. Don't pay any attention to that wife of mine. Ellen sometimes… well, she gets carried away."
Don couldn't help thinking, I'd like to carry her away. Ellen Chambers had the shapely figure of a mature woman, full breasts and flaring hips, and a firm, well-rounded ass that seemed to be just begging for a big cock.
In contrast to the ripe, womanly charms of the black-haired beauty, Don's blonde wife looked girlish-small boned and quite petite, almost doll like, her figure was so delicate.
Unless Kathy really got excited, unless her musky cunt oil flowed full and free, her tiny little slit couldn't take the straining thickness of Don's enormous cock. She always cried and whimpered from the pain.
Ellen, though, looked like a woman he could fuck all night – strong, sensuous, able to wring a man dry and then suck him until he got hard enough to do it all again. The fantasy fucking of Ellen Chambers made Don's cock bulge uncomfortably in his snug fitting jeans.
It seemed perfectly all right to him, mentally undressing her, baring a cunt he imagined to be sheltered in a dense clump of sleek black fur, filling her aching woman's hole with all the hot strength of his horny cock… but Don didn't like it when he saw how George kept looking at Kathy, softly stroking her delicate arm, obviously thinking the same kind of thoughts about her little golden fleeced twat.
"Kathy's right," Don said nervously. "We'd… we'd better just go on home. Maybe some other time."
"Oh, Don… let's go with them. A couple of drinks might do us both good."
"Women are famous for changing their minds," Ellen said with a warm smile. Her flashing eyes had not missed the huge swelling in Don's pants. She looked again, a longing gaze, wondering how such a tiny young wife could possibly stand his beautiful big cock.
"Our car is that red convertible," George said. "Why don't you follow us? Our condo has the best stocked bar in town."
"We'll be right behind you," Don said, noticing how seductively Ellen stroked her lips with her tongue as she gave him a last, lingering look before turning toward their car across the street.
Don drove in silence, his eyes drawn time and time again to Ellen's long, gleaming black hair. It waved in the summer breeze like an inviting hand, and he followed… toward what, he wondered.
"I don't like the way she looks at you," Kathy said flatly.
"What about you? That horny bastard George could hardly keep his hands off you."
"Oh, Don… he only touched my arm!"
"But I'll bet it was your pretty little tits he was thinking about. And he kissed your hand like he wanted to eat you alive."
"You're jealous!" she said with a tinkle of delight in her voice. And, she thought, I guess you have a right to be. The hungry quiver of George's lips on the back of her hand, the soft, unseen stroke of his wet tongue… they'd made her pussy burn and drool with curious warmth. What would it be like to have a romantic, experienced older man suck so passionately on her sweet young cunt? Kathy didn't know, but she had a feeling she might find out.
For as long as she'd known anything at all about sex, Kathy Burgess had hungered for the feel of warm lips on her tender young cunt. She longed for the probe of a rough wet tongue that would part her juicy pussy, dig for her little clit and swirl it until her clit burned.
She'd begged Don to lick her cunt on their wedding night, but his cock was so hard and swollen with young lust that he could only think of ramming into her before he shot off in her lap. In all, it took maybe ten seconds for him to cum… hardly time enough to pop her cherry. In the two years since, she must have pleaded a hundred times, "Don, please… eat my pussy, get it really ready for your big cock so I can enjoy it all!"
Only once had he kissed her between her trembling legs. He mouthed her spread of silky golden cunt hair and then pulled away with a scowl upon his lips. "I'm sorry," he said, "I just can't it's like trying to eat lunch in a fucking sewer pipe!"
Kathy bit her lip that night to hold back a sobbing wail of anger and frustration. She clenched her eyes tightly shut to stop a flood of tears. My cunt can't smell like a sewer, she cried in her mind. He loves to ram his cock in it… why won't he eat it like I've always dreamed?
Unknown to her, Don had some deep-seated frustrations of his own. It started that first night together when they both were shy, overly excited eighteen-year-old virgins. Kathy reached to guide in his big cock that first time, and he jerked away. "Don't!" he'd cried. "I'm so fucking hot I can't stand it!" He thought sure he'd shoot his load before popping the tight virgin cunt he'd waited for so long.
Since then he'd gained more control. He longed to have her stroke his cock now, and he hungered even more to have her take it in her mouth, but Kathy always shied away from that. She knew he was still quick to spurt his gushing flood. She didn't want to frustrate or embarrass him by exciting him to cum in her hand and she couldn't stand the thought of his big cock squirting in her mouth!
Once in raging frustration, Don straddled her and inched forward on his knees until her firm, hard-nippled tits were smashed almost flat beneath the hairy cheeks of his ass, his long thick cock reaching out until it touched her chin.
"Suck it!" he said in a voice strained with desire. "Eat my cock!"
She could not help shivering, but Kathy tilted her head and flicked out shyly with her tongue. She heard Don gasp, his muscles tight like steel bands.
"Hhhungh!" he groaned when she wiggled her tongue out again, teasing it up and down in the slit of his cock head.
Don stabbed impulsively, impatient to have the thick knob of his cock between her warm lips. But Kathy winced and turned her head, jerking aside. His long prick brushed her cheek and pulsed as he moaned a cry of savage frustration. A hot jet of thick cream gushed into Kathy's ear. The next drenched the soft golden hair that curled around her neck. He kept thrusting and stabbing into the silken mass, gushing shot after shot of silver jism until she thought she might drown in the sticky flood.
It took an hour to wash and dry her long blonde hair, and she had never let Don get his cock even close to her face since then. She loved him, loved him deeply, and she felt quite certain that he loved her… but some barrier kept them from discussing their desires and their frustrations.
Both Kathy and Don had been raised in what their parents called "good homes". His folks and hers were both very strict, rigidly proper according to an iron-clad moral code drummed into their heads when they were young. Anything to do with sex and the natural ripening of young desire was discussed in tones of shame and guilt.
Don first didn't know what to do with a hard cock, but he soon learned from things he heard giggled and whispered about at school. A week later his mother caught him jacking off, leering at a catalog picture of a raven-haired woman dressed only in panties and a bra.
"Don!" she shrieked in horror. "Don't do that! It's a terrible sin! Self abuse will make you feeble minded! You might even go blind!"
That horrified the young boy, and it was not until years later that he learned it was all a bunch of shit. A science teacher set him straight. He said, "Oh, Christ… I used to jerk off two and three times a day. I still do whenever I feel like it – and I've got a Ph.D."
"What about going blind?"
"More shit," the candid teacher said. "I don't even wear glasses." Then he laughed. "When my old man caught me flogging my cock, he said it would make hair grow on the palm of my hand. Can you believe that?"
The honesty of his laughter helped put Don's young mind at ease. "Hell, if that was true, this right hand of mine would look like a little mink coat!"
Both Don's parents and Kathy's had fought to keep sex education classes out of the school. When that failed, they still burdened the young pair with guilt. Fucking outside of marriage was a terrible sin, they'd both been taught. And for married couples, fucking was only something to be endured, never enjoyed. What his mother called "unnatural acts" were the worst sins of all. Then Don didn't even know what those terrible acts might be.
Now grown and married, he knew – but he could not see anything unnatural about what his body craved so much. He could hardly pass another woman on the street without gazing at her lips and wondering what they would feel like closed warmly around the root of his cock, her head tipped back so the whole long shaft would slide into the dark wet tunnel of her throat. He doubted that his pretty young wife would ever be able to overcome fear and guilt and do what he longed for so much, but something in the flash of Ellen Chambers' dark eyes told him that she might.
"Welcome to our cramped but happy home," George said as he unlocked the door to their condominium.
"It's a lot bigger than our little apartment," Kathy said with a hint of envy.
"And the walls are soundproof," Ellen said with a knowing grin.
"You have a fireplace too!" Kathy said. "Oh, I've always wanted one!"
"It isn't real," George said. "Those logs are made of cement, and the red glow is from an electric heating element…"
"Still…" Kathy turned her back to the make believe fire and warmed her hands. With the sun down outside, it had begun to turn cold. Or perhaps, she thought, it's the fear of my obscene longings that give me such a chill.
"We could have a real fireplace if we could afford a house like those we looked at today," George said. He crossed the living room as he spoke and took a position behind a small bar in the far corner.
"The fireplace is extra," Don said bleakly. "Almost three grand more."
"It would be worth it," Ellen said, "worth every cent just to have one good fuck lying naked in front of a real fire!"
"Ellen, for God's sake, don't talk like that," George said. "Can't you see you're embarrassing these young people?"
"It's all right," Kathy said. She'd noticed a shaggy fur rug in front of the fireplace and could not help but wonder what it would be like to have the soft white fleece caress her back while George burrowed his handsome, distinguished face between her legs.
"We're not quite as innocent as we look," Don said, sounding more sure of himself than he really felt. He noticed the furry circle of rug too, but it was Ellen Chambers he imagined spread upon it, her raven hair clashing sharply with snowy white.
"What's your pleasure?" George asked. "We've got all the usual stuff… even champagne if you lovely ladies would like a sip of the bubbly."
"I adore champagne!" Kathy said quickly.
Ellen turned to Don and whispered, "We got it to celebrate putting a down payment on a real house." A trace of sadness weighted her voice, but a bright sparkle still danced in her dark and searching eyes. The way she looked at Don started his cock swelling madly again.
"Nice place you have here," he said uneasily, at a loss for anything better.
"It's all right," Ellen said. "Would you like to see the rest of it?"
"Er, yeah… sure." Don wasn't sure at all. He watched George bring a long-stemmed glass of pink champagne to Kathy who had seated herself cross-legged in the middle of the soft rug. George did everything but drool!
"This way," Ellen said, distracting Don with a toss of her silky black hair. "The bedroom is especially nice."
She paused at the bar, picked up the two other glasses George had poured and handed one to Don. Then she raised her glass of the pink sparkling wine in a toast and whispered to him, "To the bedroom."