Moving day was not quite the nightmare they expected it to be. First there was the great pleasure both couples felt getting settled in their new homes, and with four sets of hands working, the mountain of cartons, crates and furniture went into place faster than they had dared hope.
Don and Kathy rented a trailer. What they had in their small apartment only took two trips.
"Aren't you excited?" Kathy gushed when they pulled up in front of the house with the second load.
"About moving this shit?" Don asked. "No! About what we're going to do later… you're fucking well right I'm excited."
"What are you going to do to me our first night in our new home?"
Don gave her a teasing grin and replied, "Do to you? Honey, I may not even get around to you!"
"You sonuvabitch!" she snarled in pretended rage. "You sure don't think you can fuck with Ellen the whole damn night!"
"AS a matter of fact, I wasn't thinking of Ellen at all. Have you noticed that couple across the street?"
"Where?" Kathy's head turned in a swirl of sun streaked gold.
"There in the green house… the woman in tight shorts and that skimpy little halter top."
"Fuck the woman," Kathy said. "Look at him! He's got muscles on top of muscles… and I'll bet his prick is as long and hard as the handle of that rake!"
Don chuckled at her look of leering desire, relieved that at last the two of them could talk honestly and openly without stirring ugly waves of jealousy. "Come on, you horny little cunt – we've got a lot of unpacking to do before we meet the neighbors."
Bonnie Wallace looked up from the border of freshly turned earth where she was busy setting out shrubs in front of the new house she and her husband Ed both felt so proud of. She watched green eyes yearning for the lean, obviously powerful young man going into the house across the street with a heavy load of stereo gear.
Ed Wallace was running, a rented rototiller, churning hard-packed soil where their lawn was to be. Waves of flashing blonde hair and a shapely little ass caught his eye. He leaned down, killed the engine and said, "Hey, Bonnie… where'd that sexy little blonde come from?"
"From her mother's cunt, I suppose." Bonnie felt a wave of disappointment. It figured that a handsome young stud would have a sexy wife.
"No," Ed said with disgust. Lately he couldn't fathom Bonnie's sullen moods. "I mean half an hour ago I saw another couple moving into that house – about forty, I'd guess, twice the age of those two. The woman had long black hair… and a fabulous pair of tits."
"You would have to mention her tits," Bonnie said as she went on packing soil around the roots of a newly planted juniper. At thirty, Bonnie still had the lean, limber body of a gymnast… an almost boyish figure with small but sharply coned, jutting little tits.
"I don't see how anybody in their twenties could afford a house like that," Bonnie said. "The young couple must be helping the others move."
That added to her gloom. The casual-but-so-sexy young guy she'd watched go up the walk probably wouldn't be living across the street.
Ed watched the last rays of sun flash in long blonde hair, then the door closed behind the girl's swaying ass. "I really dig long hair!" he said, "Especially on a blonde with a nice ass. It just sets everything off right, if you know what I men."
"Gosh, yeah!" Bonnie said in a drone. Her brown hair was cropped in short and curled around her face. "If I thought it would make your miserable prick get hard, I'd bleach my hair. Fuck, I'd even bleach my cunt fuzz… or shave my pussy bald if that would turn you on!"
"Knock it off!" Ed said sharply. "We fuck as much as any couple our age."
"Oooooh, shit," she said under her breath. Bonnie Wallace wasn't sure what had gone wrong between them. She thought it might be the pressure of Ed's work. He'd been pushing hard to get ahead – so hard that often he had little time or energy to give it to her. And at the same time, Bonnie had felt her own appetite for sex increasing. She couldn't read a romantic novel or see a good-looking man on TV without feeling her pussy squirm with obscene desire.
The young guy lugging stereo gear into the house across the street had done it to her now. Fuck his pretty blonde wife with her waves of golden hair! I want his cock! Bonnie said in a silent voice choked with desire. I'm so fucking horny, I could wring it dry!
Ed muttered a sullen curse and started the tiller motor again. He knew well enough what was going on in his bitch-wife's head. Her fucking cunt was itching again. Just a few years back he'd have caught the scent of musky desire and dragged her into the house for a rousing good fuck. But she didn't excite him like that any more. His wife… his whole life had become so God damned dull!
He worked his ass off to get ahead, so Bonnie could have the things she wanted – like the new house, the dishwasher and the fucking built-in microwave oven. Two promotions in the last two years – two nice raises – and what the shit did he get for the effort at home? A whining bitch.
"Stuff the fucking trowel in your complaining cunt!" Ed growled in a voice not loud enough for her to hear over the tiller's roaring clank. "I'd make time for that sweet-assed little girl with the golden hair!"
Bonnie usually came to bed with her hair in curlers – enough damn metal to make a barbed wire fence. And she sprayed her hair with some foul smelling shit, she wore a ratty nightgown as thick and ugly as a horse blanket… no wonder the stupid bitch didn't turn him on!
With a vicious stab of the long metal trowel, Bonnie made a hole in the soft damp earth and stuck in the last of the two dozen shrubs they'd bought to decorate the front of the new house. She packed soil firmly around the roots, all the while thinking of how her tight pussy could grip a thick cock. Funny, she thought, but almost everything I do these days reminds me in some way of sex.
She stood up mid flexed her long, elegantly tapered legs. She'd been a dancer all through school, never good enough to be a professional as she'd once hoped – but it gave her a limber poise and grace that men usually found exciting. Most men…
"I think I'll go across the street and meet the new people," Bonnie shouted over the thrashing sounds of the tiller.
"Go," Ed shouted back. "I've got to finish this, or we'll have to pay another day's rent on the damn tiller."
"Money," Bonnie grumbled under her breath. If that tightwad bastard loved my cunt as much as he loves a fucking dollar bill, I wouldn't be hunting around for another cock.
She was honest with herself about that…
"Knock, knock," Bonnie said. The front door of the house across the street stood slightly ajar. It swung open under the gentle rapping of her knuckles.
"Oh, hi!" Don said. He was down on his knees plugging patch cords into the stereo set.
"I'm Bonnie, from across the street," she said.
"I noticed you when we drove up," Don said still intent on his work. "Your husband was running that little tractor thing…"
"Yes." Shit, he would have to mention Ed.
"There!" Don made the last connection and straightened up, turning to gaze at the tall, lithe woman standing near the door. "What's your favorite kind of music? I want to check the system out."
"Well," Bonnie began reluctantly, "you probably don't have what I like best."
"I'll bet we do," Don said. "What is it?" George and Ellen had a large and varied record collection. That and what he and Kathy had gave them a wide selection.
Bonnie blushed and said, "Old time rock and roll really does it to me," she said. "But that was before your time."
"Just a second…" He knew George and Ellen had some of the old discs. "… here we are!"
"Ooooh-hooo!" Bonnie purred as the throbbing beat filled the room. "That makes me feel young again!"
Her lean, trim body began sway with sensuous grace, long tapered legs taking precisely timed steps with flowing ease.
"You can't be all that old," Don said. Around thirty he'd guessed.
"Not quite old enough to be your mother," Bonnie said as she danced near, letting one swaying hip brush lightly against him. "Come on…" She reached out with her hands, "… dance with me."
"I… I don't think I know the steps you're doing."
"It's the twist… not the latest thing, but still very sexy!"
"Er, yeah… I can see that!" Don's feet and body began to move in spite of some natural reluctance. He could still hear the engine chugging across the street, and he couldn't help wondering what Bonnie's husband would do if he saw how she was grinding her ass and cunt mound to turn him on.
"That's it! You're getting it. You catch on real fast!" Bonnie's limber writhing became a wanton show of desire, like she was joyously fucking some phantom cock. "I'm surprised a young guy has records that go back that far."
"Ah, this one belongs to George and Ellen," he said.
"Who are they?"
"The couple we bought the house with."
"A woman with long black hair and a beautiful pair of tits?" Bonnie remembered Ed's wet-lipped ranting about her tits.
"Yeah, that's Ellen."
"She's a relative of yours?" Bonnie had decided they must be related if they were going to share the same house.
"No, just a friend…" But the passionate yearning he felt for Ellen's lush curves and the raw male pride he got from fucking her flashed dearly in his eyes.
"Just a friend?" Bonnie asked, both doubtful and intrigued.
"We fuck, if that's what you're getting at," Don said bluntly. "She's a lot older, but she really knows how to handle herself."
"A woman can't get older without learning something," Bonnie said in a frankly suggestive tone. Her long arms reached out and circled Don's waist, drawing him near.
His cock lanced up hard at a sharp angle, imprisoned in his tight-fitting jeans. Bonnie's boldness started his surge of restless desire. Her height intrigued him and spiked his sexual curiosity. She stood a full two heads taller than Kathy, his petite blonde wife, and about one head taller than Ellen. If his cock was rammed deep in her churning cunt, he would be looking her straight in the eye.
"You'd like to fuck me too, wouldn't you?" she guessed from the lewd gleam in his eye.
"Yeah, I would." He locked his arms around her slender waist and held her swaying crotch hard against his throbbing cock.
"What about your wife, that pretty little blonde?"
"She's busy unpacking at the back of the house… otherwise she'd like to watch…"
Bonnie stopped abruptly and stared. "You're shitting me!"
"No, I'm not. Hey, Kathy… come here!"
"Oooooh, God!" Bonnie moaned. Don held her with one hand spread in the hollow of her back, his cock grinding against her in front while his free hand tugged at the knot of her halter top.
"Oh, hi!" Kathy said as calmly as if the two of them were having coffee. "You're from across the street. I saw you planting shrubs when we drove up. I'm Don's wife, Kathy…"
"B-B-Bonnie," she stammered. Don undid the knot, and she felt the halter slip free, baring her firm, sharply pointed tits.
"You've got a beautiful body," Kathy said. "So tall and trim…"
"Jeeezzzus!" Bonnie moaned. Like many women her age, she did a lot of half-serious flirting. And when she'd had a few drinks, Bonnie became a tease – acting out the first stages of sexual fantasies she never had the courage to complete. At parties in their old neighborhood, she'd down a few doubles and then see how many cocks she could raise by dancing close in a slow and wantonly sexual way, never really intending to finish what she started.
Kathy came up behind her and undid the buttons of Bonnie's shorts. Kathy gave a tug and pulled down shorts and panties both with one deft stroke.
"Nice ass!" the blonde said admiringly. "Sleek and firm. Don and George are going to love fucking your ass!"
"I don't believe this," Bonnie moaned. Don had released his grip and stepped back to strip free of his clothes. Her eyes bulged and she coughed up choking sounds when she saw the length and throbbing power of his thick cock.
"Now, go easy," Kathy said to him. "I know how damned impatient your big prick can be!"
Don grinned, wetting his lips, forcing himself to hold back. He knew by the leering gleam in his wife's eyes that she had some new and probably obscene thrill in mind for them all to share.
Kathy reached one hand around each of Bonnie's slender ships, fingers spread and gliding smoothly over taut flesh.
"Aaaggghhh!" the older woman gasped. She'd never been touched that way by another woman.
"She's nervous," Kathy said in a cooing voice. "And her little pussy is sooo tiiiight!" Her gliding fingers found the tense lips of Bonnie's cunt, slender folds of skin hardly large enough to conceal her bulging clit.
She could feel the little blonde's warm fingers tease up and down the silt of her cunt, slowly drawing her wet pussylips apart.
Don's eyes narrowed and flared with desire. Inside Bonnie's narrow cunt slit, Kathy's stroking fingers bared another pair of pussy lips, wet and pink.
"Hhhmmmm," the little blonde said in a lusty voice. "I think you should suck her first, Don… really get her tight little cunt hole turned on!"
There was something wildly obscene and perverted about watching his wife's slender, loving hands bare another woman's cunt for him. It quickened his racing heartbeat and made the flaming knob of his cock ache with outrageous desire. He wanted to fuck, to ram straight into Bonnie's quaking little pussy slit… but he wanted even more to see what else Kathy might do.
Don dropped to his knees and inched forward until be could feel the backs of Kathy's hands warm against his checks. Between her fingers, Bonnie's juicy cunt slit stood waiting. The pungent scent of her pussy filled his lungs and made his senses blur and tumble.
"Gggrraahhh!" he said, hinging at her luscious cunt, spearing with his tongue, driving and twisting into the pink hollow while Kathy stroked Bonnie puffed outer cunt lips.
"Hhhuuunngh?" Bonnie groaned, her lean body twisted by double shocks of startling joy. She bent backwards, writhing away from Don's thrusting tongue. Then she felt the young blonde's lips drag down the knotted ridge of her spine, tracing a soft wet course to the crack of her ass. Bonnie thrust her lips forward when the wet, lewd tongue parted her taut cheeks.
"Hhhaaarrragh!" Don and Kathy groaned as one. His tongue lashed out in front, hers from behind. Bonnie moaned, her eyes tightly shut, whipping and bowing between them, ass and cunt both wet and writhing with desire.
The sinewy, down-turned mouth of her pussy felt tight on just the tip of his tongue, a leathery little clamp, sleek and wet with flowing oil. Don could hardly wait to fuck her pussy with his cock.
"Fuck me!" Bonnie screamed. Nothing in all her years, nothing real or in her wildest fantasies had sparked the raging torment of desire that she felt then, rocking back and forth between the stabbing tongues of a man and wife… her fingers softly spreading cunt lips so he could thrust more savagely with his tongue.
"Fuck me… please!" she whined, fearful of what the lewd, pair might want to do next, but at the same time intensely curious.
What could possibly happen that was more perverted and insanely thrilling than this? Then Bonnie Wallace shivered with, convulsions of raw pleasure… a thought had sprung from some twisted over of her mind. Another couple lived in this house, another pair she had yet to meet.