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WARNING:
     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
     I am NOT the author.  I don't have the talent to write these
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                    The Neighbor's Teasing Wife

                         By Nick Eastwood



                             Chapter 1

     As the hot July sun soaked into her skin, Vicky Andrews felt
like tearing off her bikini.  She wanted to be totally naked, tan
all over.  But of course that would have shocked the neighbors.
     "Darn," Vicky sighed softly.  "I sure am getting some crazy
ideas lately."
     It wasn't just the idea of wanting to lie around stark naked
in the back yard.  Yesterday Vicky had gotten the hots for the
mailman.  He was new on her route, a blond hunk, and he'd looked
terrific in his uniform.
     Vicky felt ashamed of herself.  She was a married woman, and
she really did love her husband, Don.  But they'd been married for
seven years now, and their sex life wasn't as exciting as it used
to be.  In fact, Vicky thought sadly, it was about as exciting as
watching paint dry.
     She glanced around to see if anybody was watching, then
pressed a hand to her pouting cunt-mound.  She had an insane
desire to slip her hand down inside her bikini and play with
herself.  Why, she hadn't masturbated since she was a teenager!
     She didn't have to wonder what was giving her all these crazy
ideas.  She knew.  She and Don just weren't making love often
enough.  He'd just been promoted, and he always seemed to be
exhausted when he got home from work.  He was just too tired for
sex.
     Vicky pressed her cunt-mound harder and felt a boiling heat
in her pussy.  She would have given anything just then to have a
man.  She imagined a huge stiff cock sliding into her cream-soaked
cunt, and she moaned softly.
     "Okay, Vicky, get a hold of yourself," she muttered.
     Beating off in front of the neighbors wasn't the answer to
her problem.  But what was?  She needed a lot more loving than she
was getting, but Don couldn't give it to her.  There didn't seem
to be any way out of her dilemma.
     Then Vicky was distracted from her problems when she heard
voices from the next yard.  That was the home of her best friend,
Joan and her husband Frank.  Vicky recognized Frank's voice now,
but there was a female voice, too, and it wasn't Joan's.
     A six-foot fence separated the two yards, but Vicky knew
where a knothole was.  Bored, with nothing else to do, she
naughtily decided to spy and see who Frank's female guest was.
She knelt before the knothole and peered into her neighbors' yard.
     Frank was in shorts and a T-shirt, lounging in a chair.  His
visitor was Shelly, a stunning red-haired divorcee who lived in
the next house over.  Shelly was wearing what had to be the
world's smallest bikini.
     Frank was ogling Shelly's tall big-titted body, and the
expression in his eyes wasn't brotherly.
     "Shame on you, Frank," Vicky whispered.
     Of course he didn't hear her, and she didn't want him to.
She'd have been terribly embarrassed to be caught spying on him.
But she decided she'd better keep spying, just in case Frank was
up to something.  Joan would want to know.
     "I'm really sorry, Shelly," Frank was saying, "but I already
lent my hedge clippers."
     "Oh, damn," Shelly drawled in her naturally sexy, husky
voice.
     "But stay and have a drink if you've got time," Frank added.
     "Why, Frank, I'd love to!" Shelly smiled.
     Now Vicky was riveted by the scene.  Shelly was new on the
block, and her arrival had made lots of the neighborhood wives
nervous.  Surely this dazzling young woman wouldn't go long
without a man.  But would she get a man of her own, or would she
seduce someone's husband?
     While Frank went to get drinks, Shelly settled himself in the
chair next to his, smiling.  She tugged at the top of her bikini,
loosening it a little so it looked like her big firm tits were
about to pop out.
     "Bitch," Vicky muttered.
     Frank quickly returned with the drinks, and he and Shelly
began to chat.  She kept brushing his arm with her hand and her
long red finger-nails.  She really was gorgeous, Vicky had to
admit, but she also seemed to be coming on to Joan's husband.
     "It's so nice of you to let me stay, Frank," Shelly sighed.
"I'm so lonely since my divorce.  I really miss having a man in my
life."
     Frank looked like he was going to choke on the olive from his
martini.  He blushed a little, swallowed hard, and said, "Aw, come
on, Shelly.  A beautiful woman like you, lonely?  I find that
pretty hard to believe."
     "It's true, Frank," Shelly purred.  "At night I think I'll go
crazy.  You can't imagine how horny I get."
     Frank turned even redder, and Vicky scowled.  Shelly was
coming on to him all right.  And now the bitch had the colossal
nerve to remove her bikini bra!  She unfastened it and tossed it
aside, and Frank's eyes almost popped as he ogled her melon-sized
tits and big cone-shaped nipples.
     "Mmmmm, that feels better." Shelly smiled.  "I hope you don't
mind, Frank.  Nobody can see us.
     "Oh, no, no, I don't mind," Frank practically yelped.
     He couldn't take his eyes off her fantastic tits.  Vicky
really couldn't blame him.  Shelly was built like a movie star,
all legs and tits and ass, and now she was wantonly displaying her
naked tits to Frank.
     Would Frank be able to resist her come-on?  Judging from the
talks Vicky had had with Joan lately, she didn't think so.  Joan
and Frank's marriage was a lot like hers and Don's--seven years
old and getting stale.  Frank was probably ripe for the plucking.
     "You know what I miss most of all, Frank?" Shelly cooed.  "A
man's touch.  Like this."
     She took his hands and set them on her huge naked tits.
Frank made a horny croaking noise.  He didn't put up any
resistance.  He started molding and squeezing her tits, and Shelly
gurgled with excitement.
     Terrific, Vicky thought.  Now what do I do?
     She wished she hadn't spied, but it was too late to stop.
She felt she had to see everything Frank did, so she could report
it to Joan.  Or should she just open the gate and walk over there
and put a stop to this hanky-panky?
     She thought about it and decided that Frank and Shelly would
probably just tell her to take a hike.  She'd stay where she was,
gathering information to report to Joan.
     Shelly's huge silky-skinned tits seemed to be swelling as
Frank molded them.  Her long eyelashes were at half mast, and she
was smiling seductively.  Vicky wasn't surprised when Frank
started getting a hard-on.
     Still she thought, bastard.
     The fly of his shorts was obscenely tented.  Shelly noticed,
too, but she just grinned.  After all, that was what she'd been
aiming for.  She had her neighbor's husband so hot for her that he
couldn't control himself.
     "You're getting me awfully excited, Shelly," Frank reported
hoarsely.
     "Mmmmm, honey, you're getting me excited, too," she purred.
     Vicky was really pissed off.  Her best friend's husband was
about to fall into bed with the neighborhood seductress.  But at
the same time, Vicky had to admit she was getting turned on by the
scene.  She wasn't proud of it, but her pussy was on fire.
     No wonder.  It was two weeks since she'd gotten laid.  She
had so much lust stored up, she was getting turned on just from
watching other people make out.  She was definitely going to have
to have a talk with Don.
     Meanwhile wild horses couldn't have dragged her away from
that knothole.  She was angry, but she was fascinated.  She'd
never spied on anybody before, and she'd never watched others
getting it on.  She just couldn't resist peeping.
     "Frank," Shelly gurgled, "we'd be more comfortable on the
grass, don't you think?"
     "Uh, sure, whatever you say," Frank croaked.
     They slid out of their chairs and onto the soft freshly mowed
lawn.  Shelly snaked her arms around Frank's neck and kissed him.
Vicky could tell she was shoving her tongue in his mouth.  She
expected to see steam come out of his ears.
     As she gave him a long steamy tongue-kiss, Shelly rubbed her
naked tits against his chest.  She pulled up his T-shirt and
wriggled her stiff nipples into the thick hair mat.  Frank gave a
muffled groan.
     At last they came up for air, and Shelly said in her husky
voice, "Help a lady out, Frank?  Honey, I'm so horny I could die."
     "Uh, gosh, Shelly, I dunno," Frank said hoarsely.  "I mean,
I'm married, and I love my wife.  I'm not sure I could do that to
Joan."
     "Darling," Shelly purred, "Joan will never know.  And I
really need you.  Here, just feel this."
     She quickly removed her bikini bottoms, and Frank gawked at
her cute copper-colored bush.  She grabbed his hand and stuck it
between her legs.  Frank shivered, and Vicky knew he was touching
wet, searing-hot flesh.
     "See?" Shelly whimpered.  "Feel how hot my pussy is, Frank?
Come on, help me out."
     She didn't wait for an answer.  She pulled off his T-shirt
and tugged down his shorts.  The crotch of his jockey shorts was
bulging with an enormous hard-on.  Shelly grasped the waist-band
of his shorts and tugged the garment off, leaving him naked.
     "Mmmmmm, Frank, you have a fantastic body," she gurgled.
     Poor Frank didn't stand a chance.  His cock was so engorged
by now, it looked ready to explode.  Shelly wrapped her fingers
around the thick blue-veined column of meat and began pumping it,
and Frank groaned with excitement.
     There go his marriage vows, Vicky thought.
     She was furious with him, yet at the same time she couldn't
blame him a bit for responding to Shelly's come-on.  After all,
Shelly was a fantastically beautiful woman, and she was doing
everything in her power to turn him on.
     Vicky found herself staring at Frank's cock.  He was pretty
well hung.  She felt hot cream oozing from her hungry little cunt,
and she wished she had a hard cock of her own to play with.  It
had been so long since she and Don made love, so long that she was
almost whimpering with need.
     She rubbed her thighs together, trying in vain to ease the
hot ache between her legs.  This spying was making her too damned
hot.  She really ought to stop, yet she didn't want to miss a
second of this exciting scene.
     Shelly pumped Frank's iron-hard cock till he was shivering
and moaning steadily.  Then she flopped onto her back and pulled
him on top of her.  He sank down between her satiny thighs, and
she cupped his ass and dug her long red nails into the taut flesh.
     "Please, Frank, honey, fuck me," she whimpered.
     "Oh, shit," he groaned, "I'm only human."
     His ass jerked sharply, and Shelly's head lolled back in
bliss.  She gave a hoarse sustained moan as he shoved his long
stiff cock into her burning needy cunt.  Watching it happen, Vicky
creamed right through her bikini.
     "Oh, my God," she moaned softly.
     She had to admit it--she ached to get just what Shelly was
getting.  She'd almost kill for it.  She wanted to feel a huge
hard prick cramming her starved little cunt, reaming her out.
She'd never felt so frantically horny in her life.
     "Unnnhhhh, honey, yesss," Shelly sobbed, "get into meeeee!"
     Frank hit bottom, only his balls showing, and he groaned in
delight.  But Shelly didn't let him pause to savor the moment.
She started jerking her hips, too horny to wait even a second for
the hot action she craved.  Frank snorted with lust and started
fucking her hard.
     "Unnnnhhhh, yesssss," Shelly moaned, "fuck it to me, baby,
fuck me good and hard!"
     On the other side of the fence Vicky was whimpering with lust
and envy.  Sure, she was furious with Frank for cheating on Joan,
and she could have scratched Shelly's eyes out, but she was also
going crazy with horniness.
     She watched Frank's thick cream-soaked cock hammering up and
down in Shelly's juice-squirting cunt and listened to him groaning
with pleasure.  She couldn't remember the last time Don had fucked
her with that much enthusiasm.
     Vicky longed for the great early days of her marriage when
she and Don had fucked like bunnies.  She realized now that their
sex life had been getting dull and routine for a long time.  Don
just didn't have the hots for her like he used to.
     And did she still have the hots for him?  Right now, she had
to admit, she wanted to be fucking Frank.  She wanted to feel that
wrist-thick cock pistoning in her starved cunt, rocketing her to
the orgasm she so urgently needed.
     "Oooooh, shit, honey," Shelly whimpered, "you're fucking me
so damned good!"
     Tell me about it, Vicky thought enviously.
     Shelly wasn't faking her excitement.  Her lovely face was
contorted with pleasure, and she was jerking her hips furiously to
Frank's hard rhythm.  Thick pearly cream was gushing from her
reamed cunt.
     Vicky was almost panting with lust as she watched.  Again she
felt an insane desire to stick her hand inside her bikini and beat
off.  But even more, she wanted the real thing.  She wanted a man
so bad, she could have screamed.
     She'd get Don to make love to her tonight.  She had to, or
she'd go crazy.  No matter how tired he was, she'd perk him up,
and then she'd fuck his socks off.  The horny young housewife made
herself that firm promise.
     "Harder, baby, make me come!" Shelly moaned.
     Frank snorted with lust and fucked into her so hard that
Vicky could hear their bodies slamming together.  She could hear
the lewd sucking noise his cock was making as it reamed the hot
cream from Shelly's squeezing pussy.  The noises drove her to a
fever pitch of lusty longing.
     "Unnnnhhhh, shit, yesss, you're doing it to me, I'm
comingggggg!  Shelly wailed.  "Ohhhh, God-whaaahhhhhh!"
     Her body rocked and writhed, and her huge swollen tits
wobbled hard against Frank's chest.  Her spasming cunt brought him
off a second later, and he groaned and hammered his load into her.
     "Awwwww, fuckin' Christ, awwwwwww!" he roared.
     Vicky shivered and whimpered as she watched them coming.  She
ached to be coming herself, but there was nothing she could do
about it, not for hours.  Her relief wouldn't come till Don got
home, and even then she was going to have to fight for it.
     "Oh, Jesus," Frank moaned as he finally rolled off Shelly.
     Shelly grinned wickedly and gave a final lusty wriggle.
"Honey, that was fantastic," she gurgled.  "Just what I needed.
And remember, nobody will ever know."
     That's what you think, bitch, Vicky thought angrily.  She
drew back from her spy hole and stalked into the house.



                             Chapter 2

     Hot from the sun and from the scene she'd just witnessed,
Vicky headed for the shower.  Maybe cold water would dampen her
maddening lust.  As she showered, she wondered what to do about
her secret.
     She'd just watched her best friend's husband commit adultery.
Should she tell Joan?
     It was hard to answer.  She felt she ought to rat on Frank,
and yet she didn't want to hurt Joan's feelings.  By the time she
stepped out of the shower she still hadn't made up her mind.
     She wandered naked to the bedroom and started hunting up some
clothes.  She wanted something very seductive, something that
would be sure to arouse Don.  She paused and looked longingly at
the king-size bed where they'd had such terrific sex.
     It seemed so long ago.  Don was always tired now, always
preoccupied with his job.  He'd come home, eat dinner, and fall
asleep in front of the TV, leaving Vicky aching with frustration.
Well, not tonight!
     She picked out a little red jumpsuit, one that hugged her
petite curvy body.  She stepped into it and walked to the mirror.
She was still in her late twenties, and her body was good.  She
knew any man would find her attractive.
     Any man but her husband.  Don just didn't seem to be
interested in sex any more.  Vicky knew she was going to have to
work extra hard to get him turned on tonight.
     She paraded back and forth in front of the mirror, sticking
out her tits and wiggling her ass.  The little brunette wished she
could be as tall and busty and seductive as Shelly, but she also
knew she was no dog.
     Well, the outfit would just have to do, because Don was going
to get home at any minute.  Vicky hurried to the kitchen and mixed
a pitcher of martinis.  She dropped olives in two glasses and set
them to chill.  Then she heard her husband's car in the driveway.
     "Okay, Vicky, this is it," she said determinedly.
     Don came dragging in the door, pooped out as usual.  He
didn't even took at her as he hung up his jacket and flopped into
his recliner.  He sure didn't look ready for a roll in the hay,
but Vicky vowed to change that.
     "Hi, honey," she purred.  "I'm so glad to see you.  Would you
like a martini?"
     "Oh, yeah, that'd be great," Don sighed.
     Vicky brought the drinks and pulled her chair close to his.
"Rough day?" she asked.
     "They're all rough days," Don sighed after taking a gulp of
his martini.  "But it means a lot more money."
     "Sometimes I wonder if it's worth the money," Vicky said as
she leaned over to kiss him.
     She planted her mouth on his and kissed him hungrily,
wriggling her tongue between his lips.  No response.  She probed
his mouth with her hot little tongue and sensuously caressed the
back of his neck.  Still no response.
     She drew back and looked at him.  "Honey, I really worry
about you.  You're so tired all the time.  Maybe you should think
about getting another job."
     "What's for dinner?" he asked.
     Vicky sighed.  "Steak.  I'll go fix it."
     Maybe he'd feel more refreshed after he'd had something to
eat.  She watched him closely through dinner.  He hardly glanced
at her and didn't notice the sexy outfit she was wearing.  She
might as well have been a piece of furniture.
     Later, as she was washing the dishes, Don passed through the
kitchen yawning.  "Gosh, I'm bushed," he announced.  "I think I'll
just go right to bed."
     "Good idea, honey." Vicky smiled.  "I think I'll join you."
     She left the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink.  There
were more important things to take care of.  She followed Don into
the bedroom and quickly slipped out of her clothes.  Usually she
wore a nightgown, but she jumped into bed naked.  Don didn't even
seem to notice that.
     "It's so hot tonight," she cooed.  "You don't need your
pajamas."
     "No, I guess not," Don sighed.
     He dropped his shorts and Vicky ogled his big hairy body.
Even after seven years of marriage, she loved his body, and she
felt her hungry pussy swelling, heating and creaming.  Don got
into bed, and she snuggled up to him.
     "I've been thinking about you all day, honey," she purred.
     "That's nice," Don muttered, reaching for the light.
     "Wait, leave it on awhile," Vicky said, running her hands
over his hair-matted chest.
     "Oh, you wanta read?" he yawned.
     Vicky sighed with exasperation.  "No, darling, I want to make
love!"
     Don just blinked at her, as if he wasn't familiar with that
activity.  She ran her hands down over his hips and onto his cock.
She wrapped her fingers around his meat and started pumping it.
No response.
     "Vicky, I'm kinda tired," he said.
     She pumped his cock harder, faster.  "But Don," she said, "we
haven't made love in weeks.  I'm horny, baby, I'm so horny I could
scream!"
     "Okay, we'll do it on Saturday night," he said.
     "No, Don," Vicky said firmly, "I want it now!"
     She slid down beside his cock, stuck out her tongue, and
started lashing it all over his prick.  Now she was finally
getting his attention.  He gave a little snort of surprise, then
shivered.  Maybe he was responding at last.
     Vicky took her time, whipping her hot juicy tongue all over
his big blue-veined cock.  She hadn't done that in a long time,
and she'd missed it.  Don was always telling her to wait, that
they'd do it on the weekend.  Well, she couldn't wait any longer.
     "Mmmmmm, mmmmmm," she moaned.
     She lathered every inch of his prick with her hot spit.  She
caught the fat purple head of his cock between her lips and
teasingly nibbled and sucked at it.  Don shivered again.  He
seemed to be breathing harder.
     She knew what he liked best, what excited him more than
anything else.  Opening her lips wide, she started sucking his
prick into the steamy heat of her mouth.  As she encased his cock
in hot juicy flesh, he groaned.
     "Mmmmm, that feels nice," he said.
     Well, at least she was making some progress.  She sucked in
nearly all of his cock, all she could take without choking on it.
She firmed her hot lips around the thick shaft and started sucking
loudly and hungrily.
     "Oh, yeah," Don groaned, "that feels great!"
     Vicky gave a muffled moan of lust as she felt his cock
finally reacting to her hot greedy sucking.  His cock throbbed,
swelled and stiffened.  She almost came just thinking about it.
She sucked harder and drooled all over his mushrooming prick.
     Don was panting now, and he kept giving hoarse groans of
pleasure as she sucked his throbbing stiff cock.  Vicky was
shaking with need.  Tonight she was going to get laid!  It almost
seemed too good to be true.
     She sucked till his cock was cramming her mouth and almost
butting down her throat.  Then she drew back and admired her work.
Don's prick was massive, spit-soaked, and drooling.  It was ready
for action--and so was Vicky.
     "Mmmmm, honey," she gurgled, climbing on top of him.
     Usually they did it with Don on top, but she couldn't wait.
She simply couldn't wait another second to feel her husband's
massive hard prick inside her.  She straddled him and jerked her
hips downward, taking the hugely swollen head of his prick into
her juicy little cunt-mouth.
     "Oh, God," she sobbed, "I need it so bad."
     Don's handsome face was flushed with lust, his nostrils
flared.  She'd gotten his attention, all right.  He grabbed her
tiny waist and started easing his thick hard cock up her
smoldering pussy-hole.  Vicky threw back her head and sobbed with
relief as the thick column of cock filled her starved cunt.
     "Ahhhhh, baby, ahhhhh," she wailed.
     Snorting with lust, Don plowed his prick to her womb,
stuffing her completely with the hot cock-meat.  She soaked his
cock with helpless floods of molten cream.  She'd waited two long,
horny weeks for this sensation, and she was going out of her mind
with excitement.
     "Fuck it to me, honey," she moaned, "fuck my brains out,
lover!"
     "Jesus," Don growled, "you really are horny!"
     "No shit?" she whimpered.  "Don't talk, baby, just fuck!"
     Don leered at her and pumped his cock hard and deep in her
juice-flooded cunt.  He always liked it when she was naughty in
bed, when she begged for his cock.  Well, she was begging tonight,
begging with her whole body.
     "Ooooooh, shit, oooooh," she moaned.
     He was fucking her good and hard, just the way she craved it,
and it was a heavenly relief for the sex-starved young housewife.
She creamed steadily and uncontrollably, the molten cream
overflowing her cunt and soaking his balls.  Her cute orange-sized
tits wobbled before his lusty eyes.
     "Fuck it to me, fuck me forever!" she wailed.
     Don got more excited as she wickedly urged him on, and he
fucked her harder and harder till she was riding his cock like a
bucking bronco.  Vicky let her head loll back, and she closed her
eyes tight, shutting out everything but the intense pleasure she
was feeling.  She was already rocketing helplessly toward orgasm.
     "Ohhhhhh, Don, honey, I love it!" she howled.  "You're
fucking me so damned good!"
     That spurred him to even harder fucking, and Vicky floated to
the brink of climax.  She could have come right then, and come
like a bomb, but she greedily held back, gorging herself on the
hot sweet sensations his cock was giving her.
     She ached to come, yet she didn't want the pleasure to end.
She hovered there, half coming, whimpering in ecstasy, while her
husband's massive prick pounded deep and hard in her starved
little cunt.  Nothing in the world felt better than this, she was
sure of it.
     But she couldn't hold off her orgasm forever, and at last it
overpowered her, exploding from deep in her cunt and flaming out
to shake her whole body.  She shuddered violently and began to
scream with relief.
     "Ohhhhhh, Don, yesssss, I'm coming--waaaahhhhhh!" she howled.
     "Unnnnhhh, Jesus--aaaaggghhhh!" he bellowed.
     Vicky always loved to feel his thick hot load filling her
cunt.  He had a lot stored up this time.  It flooded her pussy and
overflowed, running down her legs.  The searing flood made her
orgasm even longer and more intense.
     Even as she started coming down from that delicious orgasm,
she was hungry for another one.  It had been so long since she and
Don had fucked, just one climax wasn't going to satisfy her.  It
might take two or three to do the job.
     "Honey," she gurgled, massaging his prick with her greedy
cunt.
     But Don gently rolled her off him and gave her a peck on the
cheek.  "That was great, honey," he yawned.  "Good night."
     Good night?  When her whole body was seething and aching with
lust?  Vicky couldn't believe it.  But Don rolled on his side,
turned off the light, and in less than a minute he was snoring.
     "Shit," she moaned.
     She'd gotten all the loving she was going to get, and that
would probably be it for the next two weeks.  She could have
sobbed with frustration.  That one wonderful orgasm had just
whetted her appetite for more.  She could have fucked for hours
and still not have been satisfied.
     Well, she had to face reality.  Don was through for the
night, maybe through for the month, and if she wanted more sex,
she'd have to find another way to get it.  And there was only one
way she could think of.
     Vicky rolled over to the far side of the bed, lay on her
back, and opened her thighs.  She slipped a hand between her legs
and touched the hot and swollen flesh of her pussy.  She rubbed
the engorged folds and whimpered with need.  She didn't believe in
cheating, so masturbation was the only way out for her.
     She hadn't played with herself in years, not since she was a
lusty teenaged virgin.  She'd almost forgotten how.  But as she
ran her fingers over her needy pussy, the technique quickly came
back to her.  Slowly and deliciously she discovered what felt best
to her.
     "Mmmmm, mmmmmm," she sighed.
     No danger of waking Don up.  He was out for the count.  She
allowed herself to sigh and gurgle as she caressed the steaming
wet flesh of her pussy.  Soon she zeroed in one the most sensitive
and tender spot of all.
     She found the little hooded lump of her clit at the very top
of her pussy, and she pressed a fingertip to it and rubbed it in a
slow sensuous circular motion.  Sizzling cream spurted from her
cunt and ran down the crack of her ass to puddle on the sheet
beneath her.  No, she hadn't forgotten how to play with herself,
thank heaven.
     Masturbation was going to be her only source of sex for quite
a while, so she might as well go for it.  She ran her fingertip
faster and faster around her swollen clit, giving herself hot
stabs of pleasure.  She'd soon soaked her twirling finger with her
heavily seeping cunt-juice.
     It felt damned good, but it wasn't what she wanted most.  She
ached to feel Don's big hard cock pounding mercilessly in her
cunt.  Her fingers could never give her that kind of satisfaction.
But she didn't have a choice.
     Her fingers would have to do the job of a cock, somehow.
Vicky slid one stiff finger into her molten seething pussy, and it
felt pretty good.  It wasn't as big as a cock, through, and a cock
was what she really craved.
     She tried inserting a second finger, and that was better, but
it still wasn't quite what she needed.  She somehow managed to
wedge a third finger into her slick little pussy, and that was 
just right.  It was almost as thick as a cock.
     "Yeah, mmmmmmm," she gurgled.
     With three fingers bunched together, she finger-fucked
herself.  She started slowly, then speeded up, finding that the
faster she did it, the better it felt.  Her fingers made an
obscene sucking sound as they reamed her famished cunt.
     "Ohhhhh, shit, good!" she moaned.
     Soon she was finger-fucking herself as hard and fast as she
could, aching to come.  The bed quivered a little, but she didn't
worry about waking Don.  Hell, she could have been fucking another
guy in that bed and Don wouldn't have woken up.
     She put that forbidden thought out of her mind and just
slammed her fingers harder and harder in her squirting little
fuck-hole.  She shoved her fingers as deep as they'd go, plumbing
her molten depths.  Then suddenly a gigantic orgasm ripped through
her body.
     "Ohhhhh, God, yesss, unnngghhhh!" she sobbed.
     She moaned and writhed and rocked as she masturbated her way
through that desperately needed orgasm.  That would hold her for
tonight.  But what about tomorrow and all the days after that?
What about all those horny nights when Don was too tired to fuck?
     "Shit," Vicky sighed, "what am I gonna do?
     She couldn't go on dying of sexual frustration, yet she
didn't believe in cheating on her husband.  She couldn't accept
playing with herself for the rest of her life, either.  But as she
fell asleep, she couldn't think of an answer to her problem.



                             Chapter 3

     On Saturday Vicky's neighbor and best friend Joan Shelton was
working on the flower beds in her back yard.  A slim blonde young
woman, she was dressed in a skimpy halter and shorts, hoping to
get her husband's attention.
     But Frank had hardly looked at her all morning, and now he
popped his head out the patio door and announced, "I think I'll go
play a little golf, honey."
     Joan tried to sound cheerful as she replied, "Okay, dear,
have a nice time."
     Golf, hell, she thought.
     She could think of something a lot more fun to do than play
golf.  Her hot neglected pussy was driving her crazy.  She'd have
loved a couple of hours in bed with Frank, but he was more
interested in knocking around a silly little ball.
     So it was going to be another frustrating day.  Joan tried to
think of how long it had been since she and Frank had fucked, and
she couldn't remember.  Two weeks, three?  It seemed that her
attractive husband just wasn't interested in sex any more.
     Joan wished her friend Vicky was home so they could talk, but
Vicky had gone shopping.  The two pals often discussed the
problems they had with their husbands.  They were both in the same
boat, with seven-year marriages that had gone stale.  Both women
were starved for some loving.
     Joan's unhappy thoughts were interrupted when she heard
voices from next door.  She recognized the voice of Don Andrews,
Vicky's husband, but there was a female voice, too, that she
couldn't quite place.
     Curious, Joan strolled over to the knothole in the fence.
Maybe she was being nosy, but she wanted to know who Don's visitor
was.  She peered through and saw the newest member of the block,
Shelly, the gorgeous red-haired divorcee, standing by Don's chair
and smiling at him.
     Hussy, Joan thought.
     Shelly was wearing a little sun-dress that hardly covered her
ass.  It was cut so low in front, her big tits seemed about to pop
out.  Don was taking full advantage of the view, too, ogling her
superb body.
     "I was baking this morning," Shelly said, "and I guess I made
too many cookies.  I thought you and Vicky might like some."
     "Gee, thanks, Shelly," Don said, accepting a bag of cookies.
"Vicky's not here right now.  But I could use some company.  Like
a drink?"
     "Oh, that'd be nice!" Shelly beamed.  "And it'll be nice to
have somebody to talk to.  I've felt so lonely since I got my
divorce."
     Joan scowled through the knothole.  Shelly was very obviously
coming on to Don, but the dummy didn't seem to realize it.  He
went into the house and soon returned with a couple of drinks.  He
pulled up another chair for Shelly.
     Shelly arranged herself very carefully in that chair,
crossing her legs so that Don had just a tantalizing glimpse of
her pink lacy panties.  Fanning herself and pretending to be too
warm, she unbuttoned another button of her dress, making her
cleavage even deeper.
     "Gosh, I'm so hot," she sighed.
     You're making that obvious, lady, Joan thought angrily.
     Don was staring at Shelly like she was dessert.  He couldn't
keep his eyes off the deep valley between her big ripe tits, and
now then he'd sneak a look at her panty crotch.  And according to
Vicky, this guy wasn't interested in sex!
     "Shelly," Don said, "I don't understand how a beautiful girl
like you could go even five minutes without finding a man.  I'm
surprised you're not remarried yet."
     "Well, Don," she sighed, "I wouldn't marry just anybody.  I
have to find the right man.  I want somebody who really turns me
on.  I suppose this will sound crazy, but you sure turn me on."
     Don got all red and flustered.  "Uh, thanks, Shelly," he
said, managing a smile.  "Too bad I'm married already."
     "Yes, it is," Shelly purred, sliding a hand up under his T-
shirt, "but we could just fool around."
     Don got even redder.  He sat there with his mouth hanging
open while the sexy redhead pulled off his shirt, revealing his
broad hair-matted chest.  She ran her sharp red fingernails
through the thick fur.
     "Mmmmmm, I love a man with a hairy chest," she gurgled.
     "Okay, Shelly," Don laughed, "that's enough.  I know you're
just teasing.  But you'd better watch it.  You could get more than
you bargained for."
     "Oh, really?" Shelly cooed.  "Well, I'm not teasing, honey.
I'm serious.  Maybe this will prove it."
     She stood up, undid the rest of her buttons, and slipped out
of her little dress.  Underneath she was wearing the skimpiest of
bras and panties.  Don just about fell out of his chair as he
ogled her tall, slim curvy body.
     Joan just about yelped with shock and anger.  How dare this
divorcee bitch just walk into Vicky's yard and try to seduce her
husband?  It was outrageous.  Joan felt she had to do something
about it, but she wasn't sure what.
     If she just walked through the gate and told them to knock it
off, they'd probably deny that anything was happening.  Joan
decided the best she could do was spy, find out everything that
happened, and then report it to Vicky.  She just hoped Don didn't
lose his head completely and go too far.
     "Shelly," he was saying hoarsely, "I think you better put
your clothes back on."
     "Oh, no, darling," Shelly purred, "I want to take them off."
     She unhooked her tiny bra and let it pop free of her enormous
thrusting tits.  Don groaned as his eyes locked on those fantastic
melons.  Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her
panties and started inching them down.
     Don watched, helpless and fascinated, as she worked her
panties lower and lower.  He saw her flame-colored bush emerge,
and then the panties were sliding down her nice long legs.  She
kicked them away and stood there naked.
     "You like what you see, Don?" She smiled.  "You can have it.
You can have it all, right now."
     Joan held her breath.  Shelly was making it pretty damned
hard for Don to refuse, but surely he wouldn't cheat on Vicky?  He
sat there open-mouthed, taking in Shelly's luscious body, and then
the crotch of his jeans started to swell.
     "Aha," Shelly chuckled, "I thought you'd be interested."
     Don looked down at his lewdly tented fly and blushed.  "Now,
just hold on, Shelly," he said hoarsely.  "I'm a married man.  I
don't cheat on my wife."
     But Shelly wasn't taking no for an answer.  "Don," she cooed,
"I'm not trying to break up your marriage.  It's just that I'm so
horny.  All I want is a quickie, and nobody will ever know about
it.  Please?"
     She bent down, her stiff pink nipples grazing his chest and
kissed him.  She shoved her hot little tongue into his mouth.  Don
gave a muffled groan and almost flew out of his chair.  Joan
watched his ears turn red.
     It looked like a losing battle.  Joan couldn't even blame him
for getting so aroused.  After all, Shelly was a beautiful sexy
young woman, and she was throwing herself at him, begging him to
get it on with her.
     Shelly finally pulled back, leaving Don with lust-glazed eyes
and an even bigger hard-on.  "Just a quickie," she said huskily.
     She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his chair.  The
next thing Don knew, he was on the grass, on his back, and Shelly
was tugging at the zipper of his jeans.
     "Shelly," he moaned, "the neighbors might see us."
     "Not with this nice big fence," Shelly said soothingly.
"Nobody will ever know, Don.  Come on, have some fun with me."
     She pulled his jeans off.  He wasn't wearing shorts.  His
cock snapped free and stood up thick, rigid and drooling.  Joan
looked at it and barely stifled a moan of lust.  That was just
what she craved right now--a big hard cock to have fun with.  It
had been so long since she'd enjoyed one.
     She was ashamed of herself for getting turned on by the sight
of her neighbor's prick.  But she just couldn't help it.  He was
her best friend's husband, and she still lusted for him, thanks to
her own husband's neglect.
     Joan felt hot sticky cream seeping through her panties.  She
was always horny these days, but this scene was making her even
more aroused than usual.  Maybe she should stop spying.  But she
couldn't tear herself away somehow.  She knelt there panting and
gawking as Shelly stripped Don naked.
     "Mmmmmmm, gorgeous bod, honey," Shelly gurgled.
     Don just lay there looking bewildered, his massive prick
standing straight up and leaking thick rivers of hot cream.
Shelly got down and straddled him, her knees hugging his hips and
her slick pink pussy poised right over the swollen head of his
prick.
     "Relax, honey," she cooed.  "You know you're gonna love
this."
     She started rubbing the slippery flesh of her cunt back and
forth over his big purple cock-head.  Don groaned, and his eyes
rolled.  He shuddered with excitement as he felt her steaming-hot
pussy massaging his engorged cock-head.
     "Damnit, Shelly!" he groaned.
     "Don't fight it, honey," Shelly breathed.  "Just remember
that you're doing a poor lonely girl a big favor!"
     She wriggled around till she got the thick head of his cock
lodged in the moist opening of her cunt.  His prick was into her
about an inch, and she moaned and creamed all over it.  Don gave
another lusty shudder.
     "Now you take over, Don," she panted.  "I like a man to be in
charge."
     Don simply couldn't hold out any longer.  He was horny out of
his mind.  Snarling with lust, he grasped her slim waist and
steadied her wriggling body.  Groaning, he started easing his huge
hard cock up her cunt.
     "Ooooooh, baby, oooooh, yesssss!" Shelly wailed.
     "Awwwww, Jesus," Don groaned.
     Joan was whimpering with lust as she watched.  Sure, she was
angry at Don and Shelly for doing this to Vicky, but at the same
time she was insanely aroused.  She soaked her panties with huge
helpless floods of cream.
     She'd never spied on anybody before, and it was turning her
on like crazy.  She watched Don's wrist-thick cock gliding deeper
and deeper into Shelly's fever-hot cunt, and she could have wailed
with need and envy.
     "Yeah, baby, give me all of it!" Shelly moaned.
     His face red with lust, Don kept shoving into her till at
last only his balls were showing.  Shelly sat fully impaled on his
massive hard cock, and she gurgled in ecstasy.  One thing she
hadn't lied about--she really was horny.
     "Unnnnhhhh, honey, that feels so damned good," she moaned.
"Now fuck me, Don, fuck my brains out!"
     "You better believe I will, lady!" Don growled.
     Holding her by the waist, he started pistoning his big stiff
cock in her seething cunt, and Shelly bounced up and down like she
was riding a horse.  Her luscious big tits wobbled and swayed, and
she moaned in ecstasy.
     "Yeah, that's it, baby," she cried, "fuck me with that big
cock, fuck me hard!"
     Joan bit her knuckles and whimpered softly.  She wondered if
she could stand to watch much more, it was making her so jealous
and horny.  She wanted to watch, and yet she didn't.  She just
knew she couldn't think straight.
     Her hungry eyes were locked on Don's massive blue-veined cock
as it plowed up and down in Shelly's dripping pussy.  Joan would
have given anything to trade places with the redhead.  She was
absolutely famished for a good hard fucking, which was something
her husband hadn't given her in weeks.
     "Unnnhhhh, shit, so damned good!" Shelly wailed.
     Oh, shut up, Joan thought miserably.
     She had a crazy urge to masturbate.  Lately she'd started
doing that again, feeling like a guilty little kid.  But it was
her only sexual outlet for weeks at a time, and she just had to
get off somehow.  She ached to get off right now.
     Would anybody see her?  Joan glanced around.  She didn't see
any neighbors in upstairs windows.  Her pussy was so hot and
needy, she decided to take the chance.  She slid her hand down
inside her shorts and panties.
     "Ohhhhhh," she moaned softly.
     She was touching the searing-hot cream-drenched flesh of her
pussy.  The swollen folds were very sensitive to the touch.  Even
a light stroking motion felt terrific.  Joan rubbed her aching
pussy and spied on the neighbors.
     Shelly was having a nice long ride on Don's pistoning prick.
Her head thrown back, her red hair flying, she was grimacing with
pleasure and moaning steadily.  Thick cream overflowed her crammed
cunt and ran down her legs.
     "Ohhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, Don, I love it!" she moaned.
     Don was grinning like a maniac as he hammered his engorged
cock in her hot and juicy fuck-hole.  He obviously wasn't thinking
about his wife or his marriage vows.  Joan could have strangled
him, yet she knew just where he was coming from.
     If somebody attractive had come on to her, she knew she
couldn't have resisted.  She was starved for sex, and she'd take
it any way she could get it.  Right now, though, the only way she
could get it was from her own stroking fingers.
     She wanted more than that.  She wanted to feel the biggest
cock in the world cramming and reaming her hungry pussy.  She
stuffed two fingers up her cunt and began finger-fucking herself.
The pleasure was instant and overwhelming.
     "Ohhhh, shit," she moaned, "ohhhhh!"
     She didn't have to worry about being overheard, because Don
and Shelly were making plenty of noise themselves.  Don was
groaning hoarsely and steadily, and Shelly was squealing and
whimpering as she took his pile-driving cock.
     "Harder, you big bastard, really give it to me!" the redhead
howled.  "Make me come, Don!"
     Don gave a lusty snort and fucked into her with all the speed
and force at his command.  Shelly sobbed in ecstasy.  Her huge
tits worked crazily.  Watching them, Joan finger-fucked herself
into a frenzy of pleasure.
     Shelly stiffened for a second, then began to convulse.  "You
did it to meeee!" she wailed.  "I'm cominggggg--unnnnhhhhhhh!"
     "Awwwww, shit, awwwwww!" Don bawled, jetting his load into
her squeezing pussy.
     Joan dug her fingers deep into the boiling pulp of her cunt
and brought herself off violently.  Trying not to scream with
relief, she dropped to the grass and rolled around, masturbating
her way through the delicious climax.
     "Ohhhhh, God, ohhhhh!" she gasped.
     Then she dizzily rolled to her knees and peered through the
knothole again.  Shelly was sitting on Don's cock and grinning as
he caught his breath.
     "Thanks, neighbor," she chuckled.  "I really needed that.
And don't worry.  Your wife will never find out."
     We'll just see about that, lady, Joan thought.



                             Chapter 4

     Joan thought long and hard about what to tell Vicky.  She
didn't want to hurt her friend, but on the other hand she felt
Vicky ought to know that Don had been unfaithful to her.
     The next day, Sunday, Frank said he was going to play golf
and that Don was interested in coming along.  It looked like the
perfect opportunity for their wives to have a good long talk.  As
soon as the men left, Joan hurried over to Vicky's house.
     To her surprise, Vicky took one look at her and blushed right
down to her toes.  "Oh, hi, Joan," she said uneasily.
     "What's with you?" Joan demanded.  "Aren't we friends any
more?"
     "Oh, of course we are, honey," Vicky said, giving her a hug,
"but I have to tell you something, and it's so awkward."
     "That's funny," Joan said.  "I feel the same way.  I've got
something I ought to tell you, but I don't know how to say it."
     "Okay, then," Vicky said grimly, "I'll go first.  A couple
days ago, on Frank's day off, he fucked Shelly.  I watched through
the knothole in the fence."
     "Oh, my gosh!" Joan exclaimed.  "I can't believe this.  What
a coincidence."
     "What are you talking about, Joan?" Vicky cried.  "What do
you mean, a coincidence?"
     "Well, yesterday Don fucked Shelly.  I watched through the
knothole, too."
     "That bitch!" Vicky cried.
     "That tramp!" Joan agreed angrily.
     "Well, what are we gonna do about it?" Vicky asked.  "I'm
damned if I'll let her go on fucking my husband."
     "Right," Joan said.  "She's not taking Frank away from me.
Tell you what.  The guys will be gone playing golf till
dinnertime.  We could have a nice long visit with Shelly."
     "Good idea," Vicky said.  "We could straighten her out and
let her know that she'd better keep her claws off our men."
     "Let's go," Joan said.
     They went through the back yards because it was shorter that
way.  Shelly lived just on the other side of Frank and Joan.  But
when the two friends arrived, they were astonished to find Frank's
car in the garage.
     "What the hell?" Joan exclaimed.  "What's our car doing in
her garage?"
     "I hate to think," Vicky said grimly.  "We better take a peek
through the window and find out what's going on."
     They tiptoed up to the kitchen window and peered inside but
saw no one.  Vicky signaled for silence, then tried the back door.
It wasn't locked, and the women sneaked inside.  They heard voices
coming from the living room.  There was a curtain in the archway,
and Joan and Vicky hid behind it and peeked out through the gaps.
     They barely kept from gasping.  Shelly was sitting in her
living room wearing a see-through negligee, and she had two
guests--Don and Frank.  The men were sitting with drinks in their
hands, leering at Shelly.
     "I'm so glad you two could drop by," she cooed.
     "That bitch," Joan whispered, "I'm gonna go in there and
strangle her."
     "Simmer down, honey," Vicky whispered.  "Let's just see what
happens.  If we butt in now, we could risk losing our men."
     Joan decided Vicky was right.  Don and Frank were thinking
with their balls, not their brains, and they wouldn't respond to
reason or to scolding.  It would be best just to spy and find out
exactly what was going on between Shelly and their husbands.
     "Well, Shelly," Frank said, "Don and I got to talking, and we
decided the only thing we can do is share you.  We don't want a
fight over you.  We've been buddies for a long time.  So do you
think you can handle us both?"
     Shelly laughed.  "Of course, boys!  I'd love to handle both
of you.  No problem."
     "Great," Don said.  "We decided to leave the choice up to
you, one of us today and the other tonight.  You decide who you
want to get it on with right now, and the other guy will leave.
So what's your decision?"
     Shelly laughed again.  "Boys, nobody has to leave.  I can
make it with both of you.  In fact the idea really turns me on."
     Don and Frank gawked at her, and Joan and Vicky exchanged
stunned glances.  What was the woman proposing?  Was she really
serious about making this scene into an orgy?  Don and Frank were
wondering the same thing.
     "Uh, let's get this straight, Shelly," Don said.  "You want
us both here, now?"
     "That's right, honey," Shelly said.  "We could have a really
outrageous time together.  Trust me."
     She stood up, untied the belt of her negligee, and let the
filmy garment slide off.  The men groaned as she stood naked
before them, displaying her fantastic body without a trace of
modesty.  She was grinning broadly.
     "What do you think, fellas?" she said.  "Like my idea?"
     "Oh, hey, Shelly, whatever you want," Frank croaked.
     "Right," Don panted, "you call the shots."
     "Great!" Shelly leered.  "Let's start by having both of you
take your clothes off."
     "My God, she really means it!" Joan whispered.
     "Ssssshhhhh," Vicky replied.  "We don't wanta get caught."
     They watched their husbands undress.  The men made a pretty
awkward job of it, because they couldn't take their eyes off
Shelly.  But finally they managed to fumble out of their clothes,
and they stood there naked, with stiff hard-ons.
     "Mmmmmmm, just look at that," Shelly purred, eyeing the two
hard and ready cocks.  "Lucky me."
     Vicky and Joan were eating their hearts out.  Their husbands
hardly ever made love to them any more, yet they could produce
instant cock-stands for Shelly.  Obviously there was something
very wrong with their marriages.
     Vicky realized that Don wasn't too tired for sex after all.
He was just too tired for her.  And she had to admit that after
seven years of marriage, the excitement had gone out of their
love-making.  But what could she do about it?
     Joan was having identical thoughts.  Obviously the fire had
gone out of her sex life, but what was the solution?  Wrap up
Shelly and present her to Frank for Christmas?  There had to be
some other answer.
     The young wives had their attention brought back to the
present when Shelly drawled, "Frank, honey, lie on your back,
please?"
     "Oh, sure, baby," Frank panted.
     He stretched out on his back, and his massive cock stood up
rigid and drooling.  Shelly eyed it and licked her lips.  Then she
dropped to her hands and knees and crawled between his legs.  She
stopped when her red-glossed lips were about an inch from the
hugely swollen purple head of his cock.
     "Mmmmmm, looks good enough to eat," she gurgled.
     Out flashed her little pink tongue, and she whipped it all
over Frank's cock-head.  He shivered and groaned.  She licked up
his dribbling cream and rolled it around in her mouth, savoring
it.  She gulped it down with a hungry gurgle.
     "Gosh, I haven't done this for so long," she sighed.  "I sure
missed it."
     "Help yourself!" Frank grinned.  "Have all you want!"
     Shelly went on licking up his cock-cream as fast it ran from
his piss-hole.  Meanwhile Don drew close to watch, his cock stiff
as steel and dripping big globs of cream.  His nostrils were
flared with lust.
     "Hey, Shelly," he said hoarsely, "can I get in on this?"
     "You sure can, honey," she grinned.  "And I think you can
figure out how."
     He figured it out, all right.  He dropped to his knees behind
her and socked the engorged head of his prick into her drooling
little cunt-mouth.  As he started pushing into her, she whimpered
with pleasure and soaked his cock with a helpless rush of sizzling
pussy-cream.
     "Unnnnhhhhh, yeah, honey, get into me!" she moaned.
     Vicky and Joan gawked at each other.  They could hardly
believe what was happening.  Shelly was actually taking on two men
at the same time, and she was enjoying hell out of it.
     Now Don was snorting with lust and shoving his rigid big cock
deeper and deeper into the redhead's cream-squirting pussy.
Shelly paused, her juicy tongue resting on Frank's cock-head, and
gurgled with delight as she felt her cunt being crammed.
     "Oh, God, that feels great, baby!" she panted.
     Vicky barely stifled a whimper of jealousy and longing.  She
knew exactly how great it felt to take Don's thick hard prick.  It 
just didn't happen to her often enough.  But Don obviously had no
problem getting up his enthusiasm for Shelly.
     Joan was thinking jealous thoughts, too.  She practically had
to beg Frank for sex these days, but all Shelly had to was look at
him and he was ready to go.  She could have strangled the woman,
not to mention strangling Frank.
     "Deeper, honey--ahhhh, yessss!" Shelly groaned.
     Now Don's wrist-thick cock was all the way into her famished
little cunt, only his big hairy balls showing.  His nostrils were
flared with excitement as he savored the heat of the beautiful
divorcee's cunt.  But Shelly began to wriggle her ass impatiently,
wanting action.
     "Come on, Don, fuck me!  she whimpered.  "I need it so bad!"
     "The hell she does," Joan whispered angrily.  "What about
us?"
     Vicky just nodded sadly.  Shelly got a lot more sex than she
or Joan did, that was for sure.  Now Don gave a lusty growl and
began hammering his cock into her, and Vicky almost moaned with
longing.
     "Yes, baby, great!" Shelly panted.  "Give it to me good and
hard, honey."
     "Don't forget me." Frank leered.
     "Frank, I couldn't possibly forget you," Shelly cooed.
     She opened her lips very wide and started sliding them down
around his stiff-standing cock.  Once again Joan and Vicky gawked
at each other.  There seemed to be no limits to Shelly's kinky
ideas.  Now she was fucking one man and going down on another at
the same time.
     "Awwww, Jesus, yeah!" Frank yelled.
     "Fantastic," Don panted.  "Shelly, you're the answer to a
horny man's prayers!"
     Vicky could hardly contain herself when she heard that.
Hell, if Don was horny, all he had to was let her know.  She would
have done anything to please him.  All the satisfaction he needed
was right in his own bed.  But, no, he wanted Shelly, and he was
proving it right now.
     Vicky hadn't seen her husband so turned on in years.  His
face was flushed with excitement, and he was snorting and groaning
as he hammered his engorged cock in Shelly's naughtily squeezing
cunt.  This man was definitely not too tired for sex.
     As for Frank, he was going out of his mind with horniness as
Shelly encased his cock in the steam heat of her mouth.  She slid
her red lips down till she had almost all of his big hard prick.
She drew in her cheeks and started sucking, and Frank almost flew
off the rug.
     "Christ, yeah, suck it, baby!" he groaned.
     Joan whispered a little curse and clenched her fists.  She
gave a damned good blow-job herself, just as good as Shelly was
giving him now, but Frank wasn't interested.  He yawned at the
idea of his own wife sucking him off.  But look at him now!
     He was almost cross-eyed with excitement, panting and
moaning, as Shelly worked her wet lips furiously up and down his
long thick cock.  Joan was ready to kill.  It just tore her up to
see her husband so excited over another woman.
     But what could she do?  She and Vicky didn't know how to
handle this situation.  All they could do was spy helplessly as
their men got it on with the sexy red-haired divorcee.  Shelly was
getting all the great stuff which the two young housewives craved.
     "Mmmmmmm, uummmmm," Shelly moaned.
     Her throat muscles were busy as she gobbled Frank's oozing
cock-cream.  Her hips were busy, too, jerking to Don's hard
rhythm, meeting each deep thrust of his prick with a greedy shove.
She was getting deeply and thoroughly fucked, and the spying women
were eating their hearts out with envy.
     Then, all of a sudden Shelly drew her head back, letting
Frank's spit-soaked cock snap free.  She wriggled off the stiff
skewer of Don's hugely engorged cock.  Both men stared at her in
surprise and disappointment.
     "Don't worry, boys!" She laughed.  "I'm not quitting.  I just
want you to change places.  I like to experiment."
     There wasn't a word from Don or Frank as they hurried to do
what she wanted.  They'd probably have juggled or jumped through
hoops if she'd asked them to.  Now Don stretched out on the rug,
and Shelly crawled between his legs, while Frank knelt behind her,
fisting his stiff drooling prick.
     "Okay, let's go!" She grinned.
     Frank gave a hoarse groan and stuffed his cock into her so
hard that he almost knocked her over.  He hit her womb in one hard
greedy thrust.  But Shelly didn't complain.  She just gurgled with
lust and soaked his cock with thick hot cream.
     "Yeah, baby, great!" she moaned.  "Now fuck me good and hard,
give me everything you've got."
     Frank proceeded to do just that, fucking into her so hard
that her luscious body recoiled with the impact.  But that seemed
to be just the way she wanted it.  She wailed with delight, then
looked hungrily at Don's rigidly standing cock.
     "Mmmmmm, yeah," she gurgled.
     She opened her lips wide and shoved them down around the
massive blue-veined column of cock-meat.  Don let out a hoarse
yelp as he felt his cock being sheathed in the boiling juicy flesh
of her mouth.  She pulled her cheeks in sharply and began to suck
his prick loudly.
     "Awwww, yeah, baby, go for it, suck!" he yelled.
     "Unnnnhhh, Jesus--ahhhhh!" Frank groaned.
     Shelly had her mouth full and could only make happy gurgling
noises as she took two stiff cocks at the same time.  Joan and
Vicky watched in an agony of lust and envy.  This redhead had
revived their men, something they themselves hadn't been able to
do in years.
     The trio worked faster and faster as their excitement reached
the boiling point.  Shelly worked her lips with lightning speed up
and down Don's nearly exploding cock.  Frank hammered his prick
furiously in her dripping little cunt.
     The three of them seemed to be thundering toward a huge
mutual climax, and it wasn't long in coming.  Shelly gave a hoarse
sustained moan, and her body began to rock and quiver.  Frank let
out a yelp of ecstasy and hammered his steaming load into her
sucking cunt.  Don bellowed and filled her mouth with jizz till
her cheeks looked ready to burst.
     "Unnnhhh, Jesus--awwwww!" Frank howled.
     "Eat it, baby--aaaggghhhhh!" Don roared.
     Vicky and Joan couldn't stand it a second longer.  They
hurried quietly out of the house and returned to Vicky's place,
where they sank into chairs and moaned.
     Another woman had completely captivated their husbands.  What
could they do about it?  And how could they get their sex lives
back?



                             Chapter 5

     "Joan, we've got a problem," Vicky sighed.
     "Hey, no shit?" Joan said bitterly.  "I can see we've got a
problem, honey, but what are we gonna do about it?"
     "Well, I think the first thing I need is a drink," Vicky
said.  "How about you?"
     "Make it a double, please!"
     With drinks in hand, they discussed their situation.  "It's
pretty clear," Vicky said.  "The guys want somebody new.  They're
not really too tired for sex."
     "Yeah.  They just proved that," Joan said.  "And you're
right.  What they want is novelty.  I guess I can't really blame
them."
     "Me either," Vicky said.  "I have to admit it, Joan, I look
at other men these days, and I wonder how it would be to get it on
with them."
     "Me, too," Joan confessed.  "Well, if the guys want novelty,
we have to give it to them, but how?  Dye our hair?  Get different
clothes?"
     "I don't think that's gonna do the job," Vicky sighed.  "They
really want other women.  Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if Don has
the hots for you.  He'd find you a lot more interesting than he
does me."
     "Vicky!" Joan cried.  "You may be on to something."
     They stared at each other, then began to grin.  "Hey, you're
right, Joan," Vicky said.  "I bet it would really turn the guys on
to switch partners.  I mean, if Don's gotta fuck somebody else,
I'd rather it was you."
     "Exactly," Joan sad.  "That way we could keep it all in the
family, so to speak.  I wouldn't feel jealous of you, the way I do
of Shelly, and I think the guys would really go for it."
     "It's settled, then," Vicky said with a wicked grin.  "We're
gonna put the make on each other's husband."
     "And that will leave poor little Shelly out of the picture,"
Joan cackled.
     They spent another hour working out the details of their
scheme.  By then the men came home.  Don and Frank walked into the
house with their golf equipment, trying to act innocent.
     "Oh, hi, girls," Don said.  "Got a drink for us?"
     "Joan will fix you a drink at her place, honey," Vicky said.
"She needs you to look at some wiring.  And Frank, I'd like to
borrow you for a couple hours to fix a leaky faucet."
     The women had chosen their plan well.  Don was no good at
plumbing, and Frank was a dummy when it came to wiring.  It seemed
perfectly natural for the women to trade their husbands' services.
Don went off with Joan, leaving Vicky with Frank.
     "Where's that faucet?" Frank asked.
     "Oh, there's no big rush," Vicky purred.  "How about a drink
first?  You probably had a hard day on the golf course."
     "Uh, yeah," Frank said, reddening a little.  "A drink would
be great, Vicky."
     She brought him a drink and sat next to him on the couch,
moving so close that she could feel the heat of his exciting male
body.  She'd always found Frank attractive, and lately she'd been
wondering how he was in bed.  This seduction was going to be very
fun and interesting.
     "I'm glad we're alone, Frank," she said.  "I need somebody to
talk to.  Things aren't going very well between Don and me.  We
hardly ever make love any more."
     Frank reddened again.  No doubt he had a vivid image in his
mind of the day's events, Don fucking Shelly and then getting
sucked off by her.
     "I'm sorry to hear that, Vicky," he said.  "But you have to
realize that the longer you're married, the less exciting sex is.
Face it.  Don's probably feeling restless."
     "Yeah, me, too," Vicky sighed.  "I know just what you mean,
Frank.  I could use a little adventure myself.  I'd never leave
Don or anything like that, but I wouldn't mind getting some new
stuff on the side."
     Frank's eyes flicked over her petite curvy body.  She hoped
she was giving him some naughty ideas.  That was the whole point
of this conversation.  She snuggled closer to him, till their
thighs touched.
     "You'd have to be very careful, Vicky," he said.  "You
wouldn't want Don to find out."
     "Oh, of course not," Vicky breathed, rubbing her tit against
his arm.  "I'd be very, very careful.  And I'm sure you would,
too, Frank."
     She kissed him, darting her hot little tongue suggestively
between his lips.  Frank shuddered with excitement.  Vicky could
see that he wouldn't be hard to seduce.  She slipped her tongue
fully into his mouth and probed around.
     Frank gave a muffled moan.  Vicky felt sizzling juice
squirting from her cunt and soaking her panties.  Her tits welled
up and her nipples went stiff.  She really looked forward to
getting this man into bed.
     Now Frank was kissing her, gliding his big hot tongue between
her lips, and she creamed uncontrollably.  She slipped onto his
lap and snaked her arms around his neck.  Under her ass she could
feel his cock ballooning.
     "Uuuuuummmmm," she murmured.
     By the time they came up for air, they were both flushed and
panting.  "You know, Vicky," Frank said hoarsely, "I have a
confession to make.  I've been attracted to you ever since we
first met.  But of course I couldn't do anything about it, because
you're my best friend's wife."
     "And you're my best friend's husband," Vicky gurgled.  "But
they don't have to know a thing about this, Frank.  We've got the
perfect opportunity right now."
     Frank seemed to agree, because he pulled off her T-shirt and
ogled her tightly packed lace bra.  Then he reached around her and
unfastened the bra and pulled it off.  He ogled her luscious firm
tits and stiff rosy nipples.
     He cupped her sensitive tits and started molding them in his
hot hands.  Vicky purred with lust.  Her tits weren't nearly as
big and spectacular as Shelly's, but Frank seemed just as turned
on by them.  Her stiff nipples throbbed and poked against his
palms, and she soaked her jeans with hot pussy-cream.
     "Mmmmm, honey, you're getting me so excited," she moaned.
     "I'm getting myself pretty excited," he rasped.
     He bent down, stuck out his tongue, and started licking her
cute stiff nipples.  Her nipples were very sensitive when they
were swollen with lust, and Vicky squealed with excitement.  She
loved feeling his big hot tongue lashing the tender buds.
     "Mmmmm, yessss, terrific!" she sighed.
     Frank lathered her nipples with his hot spit, then sucked the
right one into the hot cave of his mouth.  As he sucked it, Vicky
went on creaming heavily and uncontrollably.  She was way overdue
for some great, unhurried love-making.  All she ever got from Don
these days was quick fucks, over too soon to satisfy her bottled-
up needs.
     Frank turned to her left nipple and sucked it, too.  Vicky
caressed the back of his neck, wriggled her juicy tongue in his
ear, and ran her fingers through his hair.  It was so wonderful to
be held and loved again.
     There was no reason to rush, either.  According to their
plan, she and Joan would keep each other's husband for at least
three hours, even if it meant hog-tying them.  They wanted to
allow plenty of time for seduction and fun.
     Frank sucked her nipples into throbbing wet nubs, and then
Vicky decided it was time to return the favor.  Grinning, she slid
off his lap and onto her knees before him.  She tugged at the
zipper of his pants, working it over the big hard bulge at his
fly.
     "Jesus," he said hoarsely, "I wonder if we should be doing
this?  I mean, Joan and Don are right next door."
     And fucking up a storm, I hope, Vicky thought.
     But she said soothingly, "Don't worry, honey.  It'll take Don
hours to do that wiring job.  We're perfectly safe."
     "I hope so," Frank sighed.  "I mean I don't want to do
anything to hurt Joan."
     Oh, no? Vicky thought.
     The guy had a lot of nerve.  Just an hour ago he'd been over
at Shelly's, cheating on his wife.  Now he was about to make it
with her best friend.  But Vicky quickly forgot these things as
she pulled his pants down.
     His jockey shorts were bulging with his massive hard-on.  She
gave a little moan of lust as she caressed the hot lump.  Then she
grabbed his shorts and pulled them off.  Wriggling between his
legs, she fisted his engorged prick and started pumping it.
     "Awwww, Jesus," Frank groaned.
     He looked down at her with lust-glazed eyes.  She was pretty
sure what he was thinking.  He was wildly aroused, of course, and
he was probably gloating over the idea of taking his buddy's wife
to bed.  Little did he know!
     At that very moment, with any luck, Joan would be taking Don
to bed.  Or maybe they were just having fun, making out, like
Vicky and Frank.  Vicky didn't feel a bit jealous.  She didn't
mind the idea of her best friend fucking her husband.
     After all, there was plenty in this scheme for her, too.  She
discarded Frank's shorts and ogled his magnificent hard cock.  It
was the same size as Don's, long and thick and rock-hard.  She ran
her hands up and down the blue-veined column of cock-meat,
creaming furiously.
     "Mmmmmm, Frank, you have a gorgeous cock!" she gurgled.  "I
love playing with it."
     Frank grinned happily.  He must have forgotten his worries
the moment her hot little hand closed around his prick.  Now as
she pumped his cock-meat, he began breathing hard, and he got
flushed all over.  She was getting him as excited as Shelly had.
     And that proved her and Joan's theory--all their men wanted
was a little novelty, a different woman to fuck.  It didn't have
to be Shelly.  Vicky and Joan could cut Shelly completely out of
the picture.  They could save their marriages and have a ball
while they were doing it.
     Vicky bent lower, stuck out her tongue, and started lashing
it all over the fat purple head of Frank's cock.  He snorted with
excitement, and big thick globs of cream began to ooze from his
piss-hole.  Vicky went for them eagerly, spearing them up with the
pointed tip of her tongue.
     "Mmmmmm, mmmmmm," she moaned.
     "Holy shit!" Frank gasped.  "I can't believe this is
happening!"
     It was pretty strange, Vicky had to admit.  She and Don had
lived next door to Frank and Joan for five years, and she'd never
dreamed of putting the make on her best friend's husband, not
until today.  In fact till today she'd never made love with
anybody but Don.
     Well, things had to change.  And Vicky liked the change.  She
hungrily gobbled Frank's cream, rolling it around in her mouth and
savoring it, hotly aroused to be making it with somebody besides
her husband.  Don had been overdue for cheating.  Now she realized
that she was ripe for it, too.
     She opened her mouth and slid it down around Frank's hot
throbbing prick.  He groaned and fed her more thick rivers of
salty cream.  She took in more than half his huge cock, drew in
her cheeks, and started to suck.
     "Oh, Jesus, yeah!" Frank yelped.
     Vicky drooled all over his cock-meat.  She loved giving blow-
jobs, but Don never seemed to have time for them any more.  All he
wanted was a quick fuck, and then he'd roll over and snore.  At
last she was able to give all the hot loving she'd stored up.
     She sucked faster and faster on Frank's wildly pulsating
cock, drinking up his juice as fast as she could get it.  Frank
slumped back red-faced and glassy-eyed, thoroughly enjoying
himself as he watched his buddy's wife sucking hungrily on his
prick.
     "Fantastic," he groaned.  "Outrageous!"
     But he was soon beyond words.  Snorting and groaning, he lost
control of himself and began pistoning his stiff cock over her
slick tongue, fucking her mouth.  Vicky drooled heavily as she
waited for a steaming mouthful of his come.
     "Uuuuummmmmm," she moaned.
     Frank's eyes rolled back in his head and closed.  He
stiffened for a second, then gave a deep groan and began hammering
his jizz into her mouth.  She let it collect, letting her cheeks
bulge out till they felt ready to burst.  Then she gulped down the
whole hot thick load.
     "Unnnhhh, shit--aaaggghhhh!" Frank yelled.
     Vicky had really enjoyed sucking him off, but it hadn't done
much for her hungry hot pussy.  While he was still shivering with
the aftershocks of his climax, she stood up and wriggled out of
her jeans and panties.
     She moved forward, straddling Frank's legs and practically
shoving her dark little cunt-bush in his face.  Her fever-hot eyes
and heavy breathing told him what she wanted.  He grinned and
cupped her ass, drawing her even closer.
     She saw his tongue flash out, big and red and gleaming.  Then
she felt exquisite pleasure radiating from her pussy as he began
to rake his tongue up and down over the puffed and creamy flesh.
     "Oooooh, Yeah, Frank, lick meeeee!" she wailed.
     How long had it been since her own husband had gone down on
her?  Vicky couldn't even remember.  Don had no time for foreplay
any more.  She was starved for a hot knowing tongue on her pussy,
and at last she was getting it.
     "Ohhhhh, Frank, I love that!" she moaned.  "It feels so
fuckin' good, honey!"
     Frank really knew what he was doing.  He was a world-class
pussy-eater.  Don was pretty great at it, too, except he didn't do
it any more.  Vicky gorged herself on the delicious sensations,
hot cream overflowing her famished cunt and running down her legs.
     Then Frank zeroed in on the most sensitive place of all, the
engorged and throbbing button of her clit.  He whipped it with the
stiff tip of his tongue, giving her jolt after jolt of pleasure.
Vicky sobbed in ecstasy.
     "Ohhhhh, God, baby, I love it!" she wept.  "Don't stop,
Frank, get me off!"
     Frank knew just how to do that, too.  He caught her pulsating
clit between his lips and started sucking it.  Vicky almost flew
through the roof.  Pussy-cream gushed down her legs, and her
pretty face twisted with ecstasy.
     "Yes, yesss, suck meeee!" she wailed.  "Keep doing it, I'm
almost coming!"
     She closed her eyes tightly and forgot everything but the
pleasure she was feeling, the best love-making she'd had in years.
This was the way Don used to get her off, when he was still
interested in making it with her.  She'd missed this kind of
attention.  She was starved for it.
     She felt the gigantic climax bursting from the base of her
clit and thundering through her whole body.  She threw back her
head and screamed in ecstasy.  Frank sucked hard and fast on her
squirming clit, making her orgasm long and intense.
     "Unnnhhhhh, God, I'm comingggggg!" Vicky sobbed.  "Unnnhhhhh,
yessssss--whaahhhhhh!"
     She almost blacked out with pleasure.  She adored having her
pussy eaten and being sucked off, and it had been far too long
since she'd enjoyed that special treat.  It was almost a full
minute before she stopped coming.
     "Jesus!" Frank exclaimed.  "I think you really needed that,
honey."
     "You bet I did," Vicky said hoarsely, "and I need a whole lot
more.  Why don't we go to the bedroom and be more comfortable?"



                             Chapter 6

     "Now wait a second, honey," Frank said.  "We don't wanta go
too far."
     Vicky stared at him.  What did he consider too far?  They'd
already gone down on each other, and earlier he'd been part of an
orgy with Don and Shelly.  Frank's morality was a little hard to
understand.
     "What do you mean, Frank?" she asked.
     "Well, it really wouldn't be right for us to fuck, Vicky," he
said.  "That'd be cheating on Don and Joan."
     Vicky could hardly believe her ears.  Hadn't he cheated on
Joan already?  Apparently he thought it was okay to cheat with
Shelly, but not with Vicky--because she was his wife's best
friend, and Don was his buddy.
     If only she could have told him that at that very moment Joan
was putting the make on Don!  But the women had agreed not to tell
on each other.  Vicky would have to find some other way of coaxing
Frank into her bed.
     "Okay, Frank," she sighed, "maybe you're right.  But could
you do something for me?"
     "Sure, honey, anything you want," Frank said.
     That was the opening Vicky needed.
     "I'm still so horny," she said.  "Would you at least go down
on me again?"
     Frank's eyes gleamed with lust.  "Glad to!"
     "Great," Vicky said.  "Let's go."
     She grabbed his hand and towed him along to the bedroom.  She
just hoped her plan would work.  Maybe if she got Frank aroused
enough, he'd forget his silly ideas.  She pulled him onto the bed
beside her.
     "Mmmmmm, I just love the way you eat pussy, honey," she
gurgled.  "Don never does that for me any more."
     She rolled onto her back, bent her knees, and opened her legs
wide, showing Frank her pretty pink cunt-slit.  The swollen cream-
soaked flesh was fringed with delicate dark curls.  Frank ogled
her pussy and licked his lips.
     Then he crawled between her thighs and she felt his hot
breath tickling her cunt.  Vicky shivered with excitement.  She
moaned hoarsely when she felt his big hot tongue contacting the
highly sensitive flesh.
     "Mmmmm, yeah, baby, lick me!" she cried.
     Frank gave a lusty snort and started lashing his hot wet
tongue all over her horny little pussy.  Vicky gurgled and
squealed, and she fed him hot floods of tangy cream.  He gobbled
the musky juice as fast as he could get it.
     "Oh, yeah, lick me all over, honey," she moaned.
     Frank didn't need any urging.  He was a natural pussy-freak.
He lathered every inch of her cunt with his hot saliva, tonguing
deep into the steamy folds and scooping up her salty hot cream.
Vicky was going out of her mind with excitement.
     As she'd told him, Don never did this to her any more.  And
she was willing to bet that Frank had stopped doing it for Joan.
The only thing that could get his excitement up was making it with
a new woman.
     And Vicky had to admit to herself that she loved making it
with a new man.  She'd never made love with anybody but Don.
She'd been a virgin on her wedding night, and she'd never
considered cheating--not until now.
     "Unnnnhhhh, Frank, I love that," she gurgled.
     Last time he'd gotten her off by tonguing and sucking her
clit.  This time he was trying something else, something just as
thrilling.  He used the stiff tip of his tongue to rim the tight
little mouth of her cunt, circling it fast, driving her crazy with
need.
     "Unnnnhhhh, God--unnnhhhhh," she moaned.
     She started wriggling lustily, trying to impale her cunt on
his stiff tongue.  That was what she craved, feeling something big
and long and hot cramming her pussy.  But Frank knew what she was
after, and he wouldn't give it to her.  He was deliberately
teasing her, pulling his tongue away every time she went for it.
     "Come on, honey," she whimpered, "stick it in me!"
     But Frank just continued to race his pointed tongue tip
around and around the very mouth of her cunt, never penetrating
her more than half an inch.  It was driving Vicky crazy with lust.
She jerked her hips harder, trying desperately to plunge her
fever-hot pussy down around his big tongue.
     "Damn you, Frank!" she sobbed.  "Give it to me.  Stop teasing
me.  I can't take much more!"
     At last he relented.  Vicky went limp and yielding as he
began easing his stiff tongue into her cunt.  She adored that
sensation.  She whimpered and creamed, soaking his face with the
molten juice.  Inch by inch he crammed her cunt with his hot
throbbing tongue.
     "Ooooooh, shit, yesssss!" Vicky wailed.
     She couldn't stop juicing as he filled her pussy with the
thick wet slab of tongue-meat.  He pushed it into her as deep as
he could, almost reaching her womb, and she practically came, she
was so turned on.  It had been years since Don had done this
special thing for her.
     "Oh, honey, I love it!" she sobbed.  "Make me come!"
     Frank knew just how to do that.  He slid his hands under her
lustily churning ass, gripped the firm globes, and steadied her
writhing body.  With his target secure, he began to piston his
tongue in and out of her juicy little pussy.  It was just like
being fucked, only more wickedly exciting.
     "Unnnnhhhhh, yes, baby, yessss!" Vicky howled.  "Fuck me with
that big thing, don't stop!"
     Her natural lusty instincts carried her away, and she used
the strong young muscles of her cunt to squeeze and tug at his
tongue.  Frank snorted with arousal.  Maybe she was giving him
some ideas.
     Maybe he'd realized how great that hot action would feel
around his cock instead of his tongue.  Vicky continued the
suggestive squeezes, her cunt sucking hungrily at his tongue, and
Frank gave it to her faster and faster.
     "Oh, shit, yeah, I'm gonna come!" she gasped.
     Arching her body up so far that her ass cleared the bed, she
took his pistoning tongue as deep as she could get it.  Her thick
hot cream spurted out uncontrollably, splattering his face.  She
steadily tightened her pussy, getting more and more wonderful hot
friction.
     "I'm almost there," she whimpered.  "Give it to me real hard
now, baby, as hard as you can!"
     Frank eagerly obeyed, hammering his tongue into her with
lightning speed.  Vicky screwed her eyes shut and hurtled to the
edge of orgasm.  Greedily she hovered there for a moment, gorging
herself on the fantastic sensations.  But then she couldn't hold
back her climax a second longer.
     "Ohhhhh, Frank, yessss, I'm comingggg!" she yelled.
     As her cunt went into hard hot spasms around his tongue, he
growled lustily.  Could he imagine her fiery pussy squeezing his
cock like that?  Vicky hoped so.  She writhed and bucked and
groaned her way through the delicious climax.
     Al last she went still and panting, and Frank drew his cream-
soaked tongue from her soaking pussy.  He rose to his knees,
displaying an enormous hard-on.  Vicky grinned triumphantly.  Her
idea had worked great.  Frank just couldn't help being hotly
aroused by tongue-fucking her.
     "Aha," she chuckled, "look at that."
     "Just couldn't help it!" He grinned.
     "Well, let Vicky do something about that," she cooed as she
reached out to pet his prick.  "We can't let poor Frank go home
with a hard-on."
     Frank shivered and his nostrils flared as she ran her fingers
up and down the massive blue-veined column of cock-meat.  Thick
cream began to ooze from his piss-hole, running down his shaft.
Vicky imagined that monstrous cock in her cunt, and she whimpered
with need.
     Sure, she'd just finished coming, but already she wanted
more.  One climax couldn't begin to satisfy the lust she'd stored
up after years of neglect by her husband.  She'd have to be fucked
senseless before she had had enough.
     "Frank," she moaned, "please fuck me!  I need it so bad,
honey.  I'll go crazy if I don't get laid!"
     "Oh, shit," he sighed, "I'm only human."
     He moved up on top of her and sank between her eagerly parted
thighs.  Vicky was practically moaning with lust.  For the first
time she was going to fuck somebody besides her husband.
     "Yes, yes, baby, stick it in me!" she panted.
     Frank growled and socked the fat head of his prick into the
juicy little pit of her cunt-mouth.  He plugged the little hole
full, then started gliding his big hard cock into her.  Vicky
arched her body to take it, wanting to feel every inch of her cunt
crammed with throbbing cock-meat.
     "Yes, ooooh, yesssss!" she squealed, clawing his shoulders
and creaming all over his cock.
     "Christ, honey, you really do need it!" he panted.
     "You better believe I do," she groaned.
     At last his massive cock touched bottom, and Vicky gave a
little sob of relief.  This was the sensation she'd been craving
for days.  That quick fuck with Don had only made her wild for
more cock.  Now she had what she needed, a cunt full of rock-hard
hot cock-meat.
     "Fuck me, Frank!" she moaned.  "Fuck me crazy.  Do it to me
till I can't take any more!"
     "I'll sure try," he growled.
     He cupped her wriggling ass and started sawing his stiff cock
slowly and deeply in her seething pussy.  Vicky whimpered with
delight.  She rubbed her clit greedily against his jerking cock-
shaft and drenched his cock with helpless floods of sizzling
cream.
     "Yeah, yeah, that's it, fuck me!" she panted.
     His slow sensuous fucking was exciting, but the horny young
housewife needed more action.  Her frantically jerking hips gave
him the clue.  He responded to her hot rhythm and worked his prick
faster and harder in her molten pussy-hole.
     "Unnnhhhhh, yeah, motherfucker," she gurgled, "now you've got
it, now you're fucking me great!"
     Her naughty words spurred Frank into even harder action, and
soon they had a terrific rhythm going.  Their bodies slapped
together and the bed quivered.  Vicky whimpered and squealed,
while Frank snorted and groaned.
     "Aren't you glad you changed your mind?" she teased.
     "I gotta admit I am," he laughed.
     Vicky laughed, too, and for more reasons than he knew.  Maybe
at that very moment Joan and Don were fucking also.  Vicky's
fevered imagination pictured them humping up a storm.  She
pictured her husband fucking her best friend.  For some weird
reason, it turned her on like crazy.
     Go for it, Joan, she thought.
     She really was dying to know how Joan was getting along.  Was
Don harder or easier to seduce than Frank?  What wild things were
they doing to each other?  Just thinking about it made Vicky hotly
aroused.
     Her arousal made her fuck faster at Frank, jerking her hips
greedily, urging him into even harder action.  His stiff cock-
shaft was rubbing deliciously over her swollen clit, giving her
hot stabs of pleasure.  It was the nicest fuck she'd had in a long
time.
     "Mmmmmm, baby, you're doing it to me so good," she gurgled.
"I hope you're having fun."
     "Jesus, yes!" Frank gasped.
     His face was flushed and contorted with lust.  His cock
throbbed hard against the sucking walls of her cunt.  He fucked
into her harder and harder, till the bed was creaking and
vibrating.  Vicky loved every second of it.
     She wished it could go on for hours, but her body was starved
for orgasms.  She didn't think she could ever come enough.  She
rubbed her clit frantically against his sawing cock-shaft and felt
a huge explosion of pleasure in the depths of her pussy.
     "Frank, shit, you're doing it to me--whaaahhhhhh!" she
howled.
     "Ahhhhhh, Jesus," he groaned.
     He wasn't coming with her, but he was really getting off on
the hard squeezing action of her convulsing cunt.  He fucked her
hard as she climaxed, making her sensations doubly powerful.
Vicky bucked and moaned her way through the violent orgasm.  She
was delighted to feel his prick still hard and ready inside her.
     "Mmmmm, yeah, let's fuck some more!" she panted.
     "Honey, you just came," he laughed.
     "Yeah, but I want more.  I need it, Frank.  God, it's been so
long!"
     "Okay!" He leered.  "But let's turn you over and let you cook
on the other side."
     That was fine with Vicky.  She wanted to fuck him in every
way imaginable.  She let him flip her over into the doggy
position, and she waited eagerly, her cute little ass wriggling
with lust.
     "Yeah, do it, Frank," she panted, "stick that big thing into
me, fuck me crazy!"
     Frank grasped her hips and socked the thick hard head of his
cock into her molten pussy-hole.  He dug into her hard and deep,
and she threw back her head and howled with delight.  Once again
her famished cunt was crammed with rock-hard cock.
     "Unnnnnhhhhh, yesssss!" she moaned, clawing the bed.
     Snorting with lust, Frank began fucking her like a pile
driver, too wildly aroused by now to be gentle.  Vicky didn't mind
at all.  She craved a really hard fucking.  She kept her ass
raised, letting him in deep, and she soaked his hard-driving cock
with blast after blast of cream.
     "Yeah, fuck it to me, fuck my brains out!" she howled.
     She just hoped Joan was having this much fun.  Their scheme
would be ruined if Joan couldn't get Don into bed.  As soon as
they could, the two friends would get together and compare notes.
In the meantime, Vicky could only wish Joan luck.
     Vicky was getting plenty of luck.  She was getting the hard
steady fucking she craved, and she'd adored all that naughty
foreplay.  Frank had made love to her the way Don used to do, the
way she missed so much.  She gorged herself on the hot sensations,
wishing they never had to end.
     Frank was fucking into her harder and harder, his flat belly
slapping her ass loudly.  She had to hang onto the bedspread to
keep from being knocked over.  Her tits were wobbling crazily, and
molten cream gushed down her thighs.
     "Ooooooh, baby, you're fucking me so damned good!" she
groaned.  "I'm gonna come real quick."
     "Me, too," Frank warned hoarsely.
     Vicky tightened her cunt around his cock, getting the hot
friction that would put her into orbit.  She didn't have long to
wait.  Frank slammed his hugely swollen prick into her sizzling
depths and touched off an orgasm that made her throw back her head
and scream.
     "Unnnnhhhhh, God--whaaahhhhhh!" she wailed.
     "Take my load, baby!" Frank bellowed.
     Vicky clawed the bed and sobbed her way through the biggest
come she'd had in months.  It was so obvious what she needed.  She
just wanted to get laid often and well.  It wasn't too much to
ask, yet her own husband wouldn't give it to her.
     Well, maybe he was giving it to Joan.
     "Jesus, I'm gonna be late for dinner," Frank exclaimed.  "I
better run.  This was great, honey.  I hope we can do it again
soon."
     "So do I, Frank," Vicky purred.  "When you get home, tell Don
his dinner will be waiting."



                             Chapter 7

     Meanwhile, over at Joan's house, the rest of the plan was
being carried out.  Don had accompanied Joan to her place,
bringing his tool box, totally unaware of the job she really
wanted him to do.
     "So what's the problem, Joan?" he asked.  "Bad switch?  Loose
wire?"
     "No, Don." She grinned.  "That's not really it.  I don't want
you to fix my wiring.  I want you to fix me."
     "Excuse me?" he said.
     "Let me make us a couple of drinks, and I'll explain," she
said, leading him over to the couch.
     Don was looking puzzled when she joined him.  He hardly
noticed when she scooted up close to him, practically sitting in
his lap.  He sipped his drink and looked at her, waiting for an
explanation.  Joan wanted to giggle.
     She had a big surprise for her best friend's handsome
husband.  Joan had always found Don very attractive, but she'd
never dreamed she'd be putting the make on him.  She suspected the
feeling was mutual.  Don found her attractive, too, but considered
her off limits.
     "I have a problem, Don," she said.
     "So tell Uncle Don all about it."
     "I hope Uncle Don won't be shocked, but here goes.  Frank and
I have a lousy sex life.  We just don't seem to turn each other on
any more.  We haven't made it in weeks, and I'm going crazy."
     Don turned beet red, but he managed to control his voice as
he answered, "Well, Joan, that's a bummer.  But you guys have been
married a long time.  You can't expect the excitement to last."
     "Oh, I realize that, Don," Joan said, stroking his hairy
forearm.  "The question is, what am I gonna do about it?  I just
can't go on without sex.  I'm so horny, I could die."
     Don got even redder.  "I hope you're not thinking about
stepping out on Frank."
     Joan gawked at him.  Why shouldn't she be thinking about
cheating?  Hell, Frank cheated on her.  Just an hour ago he and
Don had been romping with Shelly.  Yet Don seemed shocked at the
idea of Joan fucking another guy.
     "Well, Don, what can I do?" she said.  "He won't make love to
me, and I've gotta have somebody.  Matter of fact, I got an idea."
     "Yes?" Don said nervously.
     "You and I have always been good friends," Joan said.  She
slid her hand onto his leg.  "I was thinking how convenient it'd
be if we helped each other out."
     "Uh, what do you mean, honey?" Don croaked.
     "Oh, come on, Don." Joan grinned.  "You know what I'm getting
at.  I find you sexy.  I'd just love to go to bed with you."
     Don gulped down his drink and leaped to his feet.  "Oh, no,"
he exclaimed.  "Forget it, Joan.  I couldn't do that.  Frank is my
best friend."
     Joan sighed with exasperation.  She'd never figure men out.
Don thought nothing of fucking Shelly, but he wouldn't fuck Joan
because Frank was his buddy.  But cheating was cheating, as far as
Joan was concerned.
     Now Don was heading for the door.  She had to stop him.  If
he left, her scheme would be ruined.  Even worse, he'd walk into
his house and catch his wife trying to seduce his best buddy.
Joan whisked off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra.
     "Don," she purred, "doesn't this interest you?"
     Don turned, gawked, and reddened.  His eyes locked helplessly
on Joan's gorgeous high-riding tits.  She strode over to him, her
tits wobbling enticingly.  She took his hands and set them on her
hot naked tits.
     "Don't tell me this doesn't interest you," she said.
     Don gave a low groan and tightened his hands around her tits.
They made a perfect handful for him, and as he squeezed them, her
nipples went stiff with lust, poking suggestively into his palms.
He gave a lusty shiver.
     "Joan, I shouldn't be doing this," he said hoarsely.
     "But it feels so nice, honey," she cooed.  "Gosh, it's been
so long since Frank played with my tits.  Please don't stop!"
     His nostrils flared, and he began to mold and caress her hot
silky tits.  Joan shivered, and she creamed right through her
panties.  She wasn't kidding him.  She really was starved for a
man's touch.  Her tits swelled and throbbed in his hands.
     "This isn't so terrible, is it?" she gurgled.  "We're not
doing anything serious, just playing a little."
     "Yeah, I guess you're right," Don said.
     "Good, then come back to the couch," Joan said.  "We'll be
more comfortable there."
     Don followed her in a daze of horniness.  They sat down, and
he grabbed for her tits again.  While he squeezed them, Joan
glanced down at his fly and saw that it was swelling fast.  She
almost moaned with excitement.
     She ached to feel a big hard cock reaming her starved cunt.
It was all she thought about these days.  Frank had left her
starved for loving.  But now she had a chance to get everything
she needed, if she just played this scene carefully.
     "Mmmmm, that's so nice, honey," she sighed, slumping back
against the couch.  "Would you lick them and suck them, too?"
     "Oh, Jesus, I shouldn't," Don groaned.
     "Please?" Joan whimpered.  "I want it so bad!"
     Don bent low, stuck out his tongue, and started lashing the
hot wet meat over her lust-engorged nipples.  Joan moaned and
almost flew off the couch.  Her nipples were extremely sensitive
especially when they were engorged and eager.
     "Yes, baby, yessss!" she hissed.
     Don lashed his big tongue faster over the stiff rosy nubs,
leaving them glistening.  Then he slid his mouth down around her
right nipple and started sucking it.  Joan creamed an enormous
flood of hot juice that seeped through her jeans.
     "God, yes, suck!" she gasped.
     She couldn't remember the last time Frank had done this to
her.  It had been years since she'd been so aroused.  He never
took the time to arouse her, to play with her, and she missed that
so much.  All she ever got from him these days was a quick fuck,
once or twice a month.
     That wasn't enough for Joan.  She wanted all the touching and
feeling, licking and sucking, that went along with love-making.
She loved to fuck, of course, but fucking alone wasn't enough to
satisfy her deepest needs.  Her whole body craved a man's
attention, not just her pussy.
     Now Don was giving her what she needed.  He sucked one
nipple, then the other, and Joan sat there and gurgled happily,
soaking her panties and jeans with her uncontrollably gushing
cream.  Her lust was at the boiling point and she ached to get
off.
     "Don," she said hoarsely, "do something to get me off.  I'll
die if I don't get off, honey!"
     Don looked at her with a mixture of guilt and lust.  "I
really shouldn't, Joan.  We have to think of Vicky and Frank."
     Joan was thinking of them, all right.  With any luck at all,
Vicky would have driven Frank wild by now.  They might even be in
bed, fucking like animals.  The thought inflamed Joan.  She wasn't
going to miss out on the fun.
     "Vicky and Frank don't have to know about this," she said.
"And it'll take Frank hours to fix that faucet.  Come on, Don, be
a pal.  Get me off."
     Her big blue eyes were hot with need, and her tits were
throbbing in his hands.  Don took pity on her.  He slowly
undressed her, and Joan shivered with anticipation.  She had so
much lust stored up, her body felt ready to explode.
     "Jesus!" Don exclaimed, ogling her naked body.
     Joan was slim but curvy.  Her skin was smooth and flawless.
Her neat little cunt-bush was the same golden color as her hair.
Don couldn't help staring at her.  She watched his fly get hugely
tented.  She fought the urge to grab for his cock.  She knew she
had to play this scene just right.
     She let Don call the shots.  He positioned her on her back,
her legs bent and spread, then crawled between her hot thighs.
She moaned when she felt his hot breath tickling her starved
pussy.  Then his tongue burned deliciously along her cunt-slit.
     "Ooooooh, yesss!" she squealed.  "Lick my pussy, honey, I
love that."
     Don groaned like he was almost coming in his pants.  He raked
and lashed his big hot tongue over the swelling folds of her cunt-
gash driving her wild with pleasure.  Joan creamed helplessly,
soaking his big hot tongue.
     "Oh, I love it!" she sobbed.  "I just love it!"
     Don lathered every inch of her steaming pussy with his hot
saliva.  He tongued into every moist fold and cranny.  Joan went
on creaming steadily and uncontrollably, soaking his bobbing chin
with the hot sticky juice.
     Frank used to go down on her like this, and he was damned
good at it.  But now he was always too tired, too preoccupied with
his work--or so he told her.  Joan suspected he just craved a
brand-new pussy to eat.  Maybe he was getting one right now.
     She imagined Frank and Vicky getting it on.  Maybe she was
nuts, but it really excited her to think about it.  She creamed
even harder, the sizzling cream splattering Don's flushed face.
He looked at her in surprise.
     "Jesus, Joan, you really are horny!" he exclaimed.
     "No shit?" she moaned.  "Please, Don, keep licking me, get me
off before I go crazy!"
     Don plunged his head between her thighs and went back to
work.  Joan whimpered in ecstasy as she felt his big juicy tongue
lashing all over the red-hot swollen flesh of her pussy.  She
could have come easily, but she didn't want the fun to stop.
     "Mmmmmm, yeah, perfect," she gurgled.
     She began to raise her body, greedily pushing her hot cunt
against his whipping tongue.  The more friction, the better.  She
closed her eyes and forgot everything but the fantastic pleasure
he was giving her.
     She even forgot that her husband might be fucking another
woman at that very moment.  The only thing that mattered was
getting off on Don's expert tonguing.  She felt him folding back
the golden-furred lips of her cunt-bush and fully exposing her
engorged clit.
     "Yes, honey, lick me there," she panted.  "That's the best
place of all!"
     Don didn't really need any encouragement.  Joan suspected he
had a natural hunger for pussy-cream.  He started raking his
tongue back and forth over her joy clit, lapping up her juice and
eating it as fast as he could get it.
     Joan writhed and whimpered with pleasure.  Thick hot cream
spurted from her pussy-hole, soaking Don's face.  Her clit was the
most sensitive and responsive part of her body, and his tongue was
right on it, teasing and lashing.  She bared her teeth in a lusty
snarl and teetered on the brink of orgasm.
     "Shit, that's good," she moaned, "so fuckin' good!"
     Then Don surprised her.  He suddenly jammed his lips around
her throbbing clit and started sucking it.  Joan almost flew off
the bed.  She gave a hoarse scream of pleasure, and molten juice
coursed down her ass-crack and puddled on the bed.
     "Oooooh, baby, oooooooh!" she howled.
     Nothing could feel better than this.  She sobbed with bliss
as Don sucked hard and hungrily on her clit.  No way could she
keep from coming now.  The explosion started from the base of her
clit and thundered through her whole body.
     "Unnnnhhhh, God ... Yesssssss--aaaahhhhhhh!" she wailed.
     Her body went into violent pleasure spasms, and Don couldn't
keep his lips on target.  He rose to his knees, watching her with
lust-glazed eyes as she rolled around and sobbed with relief.  At
last she went still and looked at him.
     Her eyes went right to his cock.  It was about to batter its
way out of his pants.  She could actually see it bucking and
throbbing through his clothes.  All she could think of was getting
that huge hard-on into her starved little cunt.  She made a grab
for him, pulling him down on top of her.
     "Come on, Don, honey, fuck me," she panted.  "God, I need it
so bad I could scream!"
     But to her surprise and disappointment, Don wrenched himself
out of her frantic embrace.  "No, Joan, I just couldn't do that to
Frank and Vicky."
     Joan could have howled with frustration.  She wished she
could take him over to his house and show him Frank and Vicky
fucking.  That would change his mind in a hurry.  But she and
Vicky had agreed not to reveal their plan to the men.
     Then she thought of something else.  "You've never cheated on
Vicky?" she asked slyly.
     Don turned scarlet.  He should have, too, because that very
day he'd been making it with Shelly.  How could he justify fucking
her and not Joan?  But Joan knew all too well--Frank was his
buddy, and he wouldn't fuck his buddy's wife.
     But his buddy's wife was about to kill for a decent fuck.
Joan couldn't control her hunger.  She grabbed for the zipper of
his pants and tried to pull it open.  Don grabbed her hands, and
they started a wrestling match.
     "Damnit, Joan, no," he panted.  "I won't fuck you.  I'll do
anything else, but not that."
     "Anything else?" Joan grinned.
     "Yeah, you name it," he said.
     "Then how about going down on me again?" she said.
     "Sure, great," he said with relief.
     Joan had an idea.  If she could just get him hot enough, he
might forget his marriage vows.  He'd gotten wildly aroused from
going down on her, and now she was going to get him even hotter.
She flopped onto her back and opened her legs.
     Don made a dive for her, and the next thing she knew, he was
shoving his tongue up her cunt.  It felt fantastic.  She wailed
with pleasure and drenched his face with a helpless flood of
steaming pussy-cream.
     "Oh, yeah honey, fuck me with your tongue," she moaned.
     Don's long thick tongue hammered in her cunt, giving her hot
stabs of pleasure.  Joan adored it, of course, but she was also
hoping it would give him ideas.  He might start to want his cock
in there instead of his tongue.
     She made it tantalizing for him, using her cunt-muscles to
squeeze and tug at his tongue.  Her pussy was tight, smoking, and
velvet-lined.  Don had to be thinking how terrific it would feel
to cram his cock in there.
     "Unnnhhhh, give it to me as hard as you can, baby!" Joan
wailed, "Make me come!"
     Don groaned and tongue-fucked her with lightning speed, and
she closed her eyes and rocketed to the brink of orgasm.  She
could come so easily this way.  It was just a matter of seconds.
She felt another violent climax erupting from the fiery depths of
her pussy and shaking her whole body.
     "Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhh, you did it to me, I'm comingggggg!" she
screamed.  She lost track of time as she writhed and bucked in
ecstasy.  But at last she went limp and panting, shivering with
the delicious aftershocks of her orgasm.  Don leaped off her and
stood up.
     "What are you doing, honey?" she asked dizzily.
     "I'm going home," he said grimly.  "I'm going home to my wife
where I belong."



                             Chapter 8

     "Oh, no, you don't!" Joan cried, leaping off the couch and
tackling him.  Don yelped with surprise as the slim blonde knocked
him to the carpet and sat on him.
     She couldn't let him go.  She needed him too badly.  And if
he went home, he'd find Vicky in bed with Frank.  All hell would
break loose.  Joan had to do everything in her power to keep him
with her.
     "Joan, damnit, let me up!" Don growled.
     Joan paid no attention to him.  She just grabbed his zipper
and tugged it open.  She seized his pants and shorts and pulled
them off.  His cock sprang free, standing up stiff and drooling.
Joan whimpered lustily at the sight of it.
     "Now listen, Joan," Don snarled, "I'm telling you for the
last time, I'm not going to bed with you, so you might as well--
ahhhhhhhh!"
     As he was protesting, Joan dipped her head way down, opened
her lips, and slid her hot wet mouth down around his cock.  Don
gave a helpless groan of lust as she began sucking his cock-meat.
The big man shivered and writhed.
     "Unnnnnhhhh, Christ, stop that," he babbled hoarsely.  "It
isn't right, Joan--unnnnhhhh."
     He could protest till he was blue in the face, but Joan
wasn't quitting.  Now that she had his big throbbing prick in her
mouth, her excitement reached the boiling point and she couldn't
think of anything but that throbbing column of cock-meat.
     "Mmmmmmm, uuummmmmmm," she moaned.
     She sucked hard and hungrily on his cock.  It had been so
long since Frank had let her give him a blow-job.  He was always
too busy, too tired.  Joan was absolutely starved for the taste of
cock, and she showed it now.
     Don stopped babbling and just groaned and panted as the cock-
starved young housewife sucked loudly and greedily on his prick.
Joan soon realized that the fight had gone out of him.  He groaned
in bliss each time she sucked on his prick.
     Maybe he thought this was as far as she'd go.  After all,
he'd considered it okay to go down on her and relieve her
horniness, and now she was just returning the favor.  But if he
thought he was leaving without fucking her, he was wrong.
     Joan worked her hot juicy mouth up and down the hard,
throbbing shaft of his prick, sucking up the thick salty cream
that oozed from his piss-hole.  Don watched her with hot lusty
eyes, his nostrils flared.  He was red with excitement, his face
twisted into a lusty grimace.  He was going out of his mind with
excitement, and that was just what Joan wanted.
     She drew her cheeks in farther, making her mouth tight and
searing hot.  As she worked her juicy lips up and down the hugely
engorged shaft of his cock, Don's eyes almost bugged out, and he
snorted with excitement.
     "Yeah, baby, that's it, suck!" he roared.
     Joan instantly drew her head back and let his spit-soaked
cock snap free.  He groaned in frustration.  She sat astride him
with a mocking smile, while he stared mournfully at his nearly
exploding prick.
     "Goddamnit, Joan," he groaned.
     "Something wrong, honey?" she asked innocently.
     "Are you kidding?" he exclaimed.  "Look at my cock.  I'm
going crazy."
     "Oh, I'll still get you off, darling," Joan purred.
     "Then why the hell don't you do it?" he panted.
     "Okay, but I'm gonna do it a different way."
     "Any way you want," he sighed, closing his eyes.
     Maybe he was expecting a hand-job, but he didn't get it.
Instead Joan wiggled around till the dripping mouth of her cunt
was right over the fat purple head of his prick.  Then she plunged
herself down on it, impaling her starved pussy on the thick iron-
hard shaft of his cock.
     "Ahhhhhhh, yesssssss!" she moaned.
     "What the hell?" Don yelped.
     He opened his eyes to see Joan sitting on his cock with a
happy grin on her face.  She was fully skewered on his prick, and
only his big hairy balls were showing.  Her steamy tight cunt
gripped and squeezed his cock-meat.
     "Mmmmmmm, at last," Joan gurgled.  "I haven't been laid in
weeks, Don.  I just gotta have this.  Come on, be a pal and give
it to me!"
     "Oh, shit," Don sighed.  "Well, you can't say I didn't try to
resist!"
     "Right!" Joan grinned.  "And you were very brave.  Now will
you please fuck me?"
     Don grinned back at her and grabbed her by the waist.  With a
lusty snort he began pistoning his thick hard cock in her cunt.
She wailed with delight and soaked his hammering prick with
sizzling pussy-cream.
     "Help, I'm being raped," he groaned.
     "Oh, shut up," Joan laughed.  "Just fuck me, damnit."
     He finally did shut up.  He was too busy to talk.  Snorting
and groaning, he worked his enormous hard-on faster and faster in
her greedily tugging cunt, giving her blasts of pleasure that made
her howl and writhe.  At last she had what she wanted, the thing
she just couldn't live without.
     "Ohhhhhhh, baby, yesssss," she wailed, "fuck it to me, don't
ever stop!  Shit, I need this so bad!"
     Don was watching his thick blue-veined cock hammer in and out
of her dripping cunt.  He seemed fascinated with the sight.  Now
and then he looked up at her lust-contorted face, and that made
him even more aroused.
     Joan could guess what he was thinking.  He was wickedly
excited to be fucking his buddy's wife, driving her out of her
mind with pleasure.  Joan sensed that it had been a secret fantasy
of his for a long time.
     "You've wanted to fuck me, haven't you, Don?" She grinned.
     "Since the moment I met you," he confessed.  "But of course I
couldn't, because--ah, shit, what difference does it make now?"
     "Right," Joan chuckled.
     It didn't make any difference what had held him back, because
now they were doing it.  Nothing was holding him back now.  He
growled with lust and pounded his steel-hard cock into her
smoldering cunt-depths, and she wailed with pleasure.
     "Mmmmmm, baby, you're fucking me so good!" she whimpered.
"God, I love it!"
     Her naughty remarks just spurred him into harder action.
Joan knew he was almost on overload, and she knew she'd better get
off while she still had time.  She tightened her hot little pussy
around his pile-driving prick and let the red-hot friction carry
her to the brink of orgasm.
     "Ohhhhh, God, you're gonna make me come!" she gasped.
     "Yeah, go for it!" Don panted.  His eyes rolled, and he
yelped, "Awwwwww, fuck, shit--awwwwwww!"
     "Ooooooooh, God ... whaahhhhhhh!" Joan screamed.
     The first sizzling jet of his come had set her off.  She was
coming right along with him, her greedy cunt sucking up his jism.
They rocked and bucked together for almost a minute, and then she
collapsed on top of him.
     "Mmmmmmm, fantastic," she gurgled.
     "I hope you're satisfied now," he chuckled.
     Satisfied?  Joan didn't know the meaning of the word, at
least not when it came to sex.  She'd been starved for so long,
she just couldn't get enough.  She'd had a fantastic orgasm, but
already she was greedy for more.
     "I'd never get enough of you," she breathed, squeezing his
prick with her come-filled pussy-hole.  "Just stay where you are,
honey.  I'm not finished with you yet."
     "You gotta be kidding," Don groaned.
     Joan didn't answer.  She just went to work with her strong
greedy cunt-muscles, giving his cock a naughty massage.  Don
snorted with excitement, and pretty soon she could feel his cock-
meat swelling inside her.  She soaked it with a hot blast of
pussy-juice and wriggled lustily.
     "Oh, good," she gurgled, "now we can have more fun."
     "Uh, Joan, I'm a little worried that Frank might walk in,"
Don said.
     Joan glanced at the clock.  If Vicky kept her word, there was
plenty of time left, time enough for another hot fuck.  She kept
her cunt clamped greedily around Don's prick, not letting him
escape.
     "Don't worry," she said.  "He's probably still working on
Vicky's plumbing."
     "And you want me to work on yours?" Don chuckled.
     "You got it," she laughed.  "But let's do it another way this
time, okay?"
     "Hey, you're calling the shots," he said.  "I'm in the
clutches of this mad lady sex fiend, and there's nothing I can do
about it."
     "I'm glad you get the picture," Joan said, rolling off him.
     She rolled right onto her hands and knees, sticking out her
cute little ass.  Don ogled the rosy-pink flesh of her slit and
saw thick rivers of cream pouring from her famished little cunt.
Snorting with lust, he crawled up behind her and grasped her hips.
     "Yeah, honey, stick it in me!" she panted.  "I want you to
fuck my brains out!"
     "Yes, ma'am," Don chuckled.
     He pressed the enormously swollen head of his cock into her
cunt-opening, spreading her pussy-lips wide.  Joan gurgled with
lust and drenched his prick-head with molten cream.  He started
pushing into her.
     "Unnnhhhh, yeah, give me that big cock, give me all of it!"
she wailed.
     Nothing was more exciting to her than that first long thrust,
feeling a rigid throbbing cock cramming her cunt.  She clawed the
rug in her wild excitement, and she creamed steadily and
helplessly, the molten liquid running down her legs.
     "Oooooooh, shit, ooooooh!" she cried.
     Don was panting and growling with lust as he eased his fat
cock slowly but steadily into the tight velvety hole of her cunt.
He really was taking his time, savoring every inch of penetration,
but Joan loved it.
     She never wanted that first delicious thrust to end.  She was
practically coming, she was so hungry for it.  Frank had left her
famished for cock.  She whimpered and shivered and creamed as Don
gradually filled her cunt with his pulsating fuck-tool.
     "You got it all now, baby," he said hoarsely.  "Jesus, this
is great!  Let's not rush, okay?"
     "Okay," Joan gurgled.  "It'd suit me fine if we did it about
twelve hours."
     "I wish to hell we had twelve hours," Don sighed.
     He started fucking her slowly and sensuously.  Joan whimpered
and dug her nails into the rug, practically coming with each long
steady thrust.  Each time he reached her womb, she creamed an
enormous flood of hot cunt-juice.
     It was a wonderful change from Frank's quickies.  That was
all she got from her husband any more, just fast rolls in the hay.
It was often over before she could get off, and she was lucky if
she even got that much more than twice a month.
     Clearly Frank was bored with fucking his wife.  Well,
surprise.  His wife was bored with fucking him, too.  Joan was
just realizing how bored she'd been for the past couple of years.
Fucking a new man was so exciting.
     She'd never believed in cheating, and she'd never fucked
anybody but her husband, not until now.  Now she knew what she'd
been missing by not fooling around.  Things were going to be
different.  Frank could fool around, and so could she.
     "Yeah, fuck me, Don, fuck me forever!" she sighed.
     He shivered with arousal at her lusty words and fucked into
her a little faster.  Joan liked that.  She always liked to be
fucked fast, although not as fast as Frank did it.  What she
craved was a steady hard fucking that would finally quench her
fiery lust.  She hoped her neighbor could do it for her.
     She also wondered how Vicky was making out with Frank.  She
hoped he hadn't been as hard to seduce as Don.  But she knew her
friend, and Vicky would eventually get whatever she wanted.  She
just hoped Vicky was having as much fun as she was.
     "Mmmmmmm, baby, that's so good," she gurgled.  "Fuck me a
little faster now, okay?"
     His hot sweaty hands were kneading her hips, keeping the same
pace as his cock.  He speeded up, and Joan gasped with excitement.
His slow fucking had been wonderful, but this was even better.
The harder, the better, she thought.
     "Yeah, yeah, give it to me!" she panted.  "Fuck the living
shit out of me!"
     Don's thick cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it
reamed the hot cream from her pussy.  The molten liquid was
running down her thighs.  Joan hadn't creamed so hard in years,
but then she hadn't been this aroused in a long time.
     For the first time in months she knew she was going to get
off.  She knew she was going to get all the fucking she needed.
If only she could feel that way with her husband!  But luckily she
had this sexy neighbor who was willing to give her everything
Frank denied her.
     "Unnnhhhh, that's great, honey," she moaned.  "you're fucking
me so damned good!"
     She wondered how Frank would react if he walked in right now.
She imagined him opening the front door and seeing his beautiful
blonde wife on her hands and knees, taking his best buddy's stiff
cock.  She creamed furiously.
     Yes, she really was turning into a dirty-minded lady.  All
kinds of kinky ideas turned her on.  She loved to picture Frank
fucking Vicky.  She wanted Frank to watch while she fucked Don.
She was a regular sex maniac.
     "Harder," she panted, "fuck me as hard as you can, Don!"
     "You sure you can take it?" he growled.
     "Try me," she gurgled lustily.
     He gave it everything he had, fucking into her so hard that
she was almost knocked over.  She grasped the rug and moaned.  His
belly slapped loudly against her hot ass.  It was an almost brutal
fucking, but she loved it.
     "Yeah, that's it," she wailed, "fuck me hard, baby, don't
stop!"
     Don groaned and pounded his cock into her, bringing both of
them to the brink of orgasm.  Joan hovered there, gorging herself
on the delicious sensations.  Then she felt the first hot sting of
his jizz against her womb, and she started coming like crazy.
     "Unnnnnhhh, God--whaahhhhhhh!" she screamed.
     "Awwww, Jesus--aaaaggghhhhh!" Don yelled.
     Joan sobbed in ecstasy as she took his hot jetting load.  The
boiling juice overflowed her cunt and gushed down her legs.  She
came violently, her spasming cunt sucking every last drop of come
from his hammering prick.
     "Mmmmmmmmm, I loved that," she gurgled.  Then she pricked up
her ears.  "Oh--oh, here comes Frank."
     She heard her husband's steps on the porch.  She and Don
grabbed their clothes, streaked to the kitchen, and got dressed
just in time.  They looked a little flushed when Frank walked into
the kitchen, but he didn't seem to notice.
     "Hi, Don," he grinned.  "Vicky says to tell you your dinner's
waiting."
     "Uh, yeah, thanks," Don blurted as he hurried out the back
door.



                             Chapter 9

     During the week that followed, Don kept finding excuses to go
over to Joan's house, while Frank always seemed to be hanging out
with Vicky.  The two young wives found it very funny, not to
mention very exciting.
     "I'm sure glad we had this idea," Joan said to Vicky one day.
"I haven't been this well laid in years."
     "Me, either," Vicky replied with a grin.  "But I think I've
got an even better idea.  What if we let the guys in on our
secret?"
     Joan began to laugh.  "You mean, tell them that we set them
up?"
     "Right," Vicky chuckled.  "I think that would make them even
more horny.  Our own husbands might even get excited about us
again."
     "You may be right," Joan said.  "I love making it with Don,
but Frank's always been number one for me."
     "And I'd love Don to have the hots for me again," Vicky said.
"So how about it?  We could have a little party Saturday night,
just the four of us."
     "You're on!" Joan grinned.
     When Vicky told Don that they were going over to their
friends' place that Saturday night, he didn't looked very
thrilled, and she could guess why.  He'd much rather have been
alone with Joan.  But he put on a suit and came along kind of
grumpily.
     Frank didn't seem very pleased, either.  When Vicky and Don
arrived, he was slouched in his chair, frowning.  He shot Vicky a
look which told her what he really wanted.  Vicky could hardly
keep from laughing.
     She went into the kitchen to help Joan make drinks.  "Well,
everything's set." she said.  "This is gonna be a very interesting
evening."
     "Yeah," Joan laughed, "the guys will never know what hit
them.  Come on, let's get started."
     They took in the drinks, and Vicky said, "Gosh, it's a warm
night.  I think I'll take off my clothes."
     The men laughed, thinking she was just joking, but their
laughter changed to astonishment as Vicky began to strip.  Very
calmly, as if there was nothing unusual about it, she removed her
dress, shoes and pantyhose.  She started to unhook her bra, when
Don bounded out of his chair and grabbed her.
     "Vicky, have you gone crazy?" he cried.
     "Don, let go of her," Joan said with a smile.  "She's got a
good idea.  I'm gonna take off my clothes, too."
     "The hell you are!" Frank cried.
     But Joan started stripping, and she was down to her bra and
panties before Frank could get to her.  The men stood holding
their half-naked wives and looking totally freaked.  Joan and
Vicky exchanged grins.  Soon it would be time to tell their
husbands the truth, but not quite yet.
     "What's the big deal, Frank?" Joan laughed.  "You've seen
both of us without our clothes before, haven't you?"
     Frank turned red.  "Uh, what are you talking about, honey?"
     "I'm talking about the fact that you and Vicky are having an
affair," she said.  "But that's okay.  Don and I have been getting
it on, too."
     Now Frank and Don were gawking at each other.  "You've been
fucking my wife?" Don bellowed at his buddy.
     "Seems like you've been fucking my wife," Frank growled.
     "Now, boys, don't fight," Vicky said.  "It's all right.  Joan
and I planned the whole thing."
     "That's right, guys," Joan giggled.  "We set it up that first
day.  We decided to seduce each other's husband--and it worked
really well, didn't it?"
     Frank and Don just stood there with their mouths hanging
open, so the women proceeded to take off the rest of their
clothes.  Then they changed partners and began undressing the men.
Joan removed Don's suit, and Vicky stripped Frank.
     "Mmmmmmm, you guys have gorgeous bods," Joan sighed.
     "Yeah, aren't they sexy?" Vicky agreed.
     Suddenly Don snorted with laughter.  "You're not putting us
on, are you?  You really did plan this whole thing.  But why?"
     "Honey, that should be obvious," Vicky said.  "You were bored
with our sex life.  We wanted to create some excitement."
     "Frank was bored with our sex life, too," Joan explained,
"but he sure as hell isn't bored with Vicky.  See, we just wanted
to get you guys interested in sex again."
     "Well, you sure succeeded!" Frank grinned.
     Now they were all naked, and Joan drew Don down on the rug
and started kissing and pawing him.  Frank and Vicky joined them,
just a few feet away.  The plan had worked.
     The men were obviously very aroused at the thought of
exchanging wives openly.  They wanted to make it with each other's
woman, with everybody in the same room.  Joan and Vicky found it
hotly arousing also.  Everybody was flushed and panting.
     Vicky grabbed Frank's cock, started pumping it, and felt it
mushroom in her fist.  It pushed her fingers wide apart, and it
grew long and thick and rigid.  Vicky squealed with excitement and
pumped his cock-meat faster.
     "Ooooooh, look what I've got, Joan!" she cried.
     "Hey, I want one, too," Joan exclaimed, wrapping her fingers
around Don's cock.
     "Oh, Jesus!" he snorted.
     Joan's hand was hot and quick on his cock.  In no time at all
his prick was ballooning into a long stiff column of flesh.  Thick
hot juice began to ooze from his piss-hole, and Joan dipped her
head down to lick up the salty liquid.
     "Mmmmmnunm," she gurgled.
     "That looks like fun!" Vicky cried.
     She stuck out her tongue and started licking up the hot cream
that oozed from Frank's cock.  Frank and Don exchanged grins.
There was no jealousy between them, because nobody was left out of
the fun.  It was just one happy little orgy.
     "Girls," Don said hoarsely, "this is a terrific idea."
     "Yeah, it sure is," Frank panted.  "It's outrageous, but it's
working!"
     Now there was nothing left to do but have fun.  The women had
won their men over to their kinky idea.  Vicky and Joan gorged
themselves on hot salty cock-juice, while Frank and Don shivered
and snorted with lust.
     "Baby, you're getting me damned horny," Don growled to Joan.
     "Then do something about it, honey," Joan laughed.  "I'm up
for just about anything."
     "Okay, let's see if you like this," Don replied.
     He rolled the slim blonde onto her hands and knees.  Joan
crouched lustily in the doggy position while Don knelt behind her.
He grasped her hips and socked the fat purple head of his cock
into her slick cunt-mouth.  Joan clawed the rug and squealed with
eagerness.
     "Oh, yeah, baby, stick it in me!" she cried.  "Fuck me good,
Don, I want it!"
     Vicky felt Frank's cock give a horny jump in her fist.  His
eyes were glued to the other couple, and he panted with excitement
as he watched his wife take his best buddy's stiff cock right to
the hilt.
     "Oooooooh, yesssss," Joan cried.
     Don shoved his big hard cock all the way into her and started
fucking her hard.  Her cute tits wobbled crazily, and her pretty
face got contorted with pleasure.  Frank's prick drooled all over
Vicky's pumping fist.
     "Why, Frank," she cooed, "I do believe you're excited by all
this.  What a naughty mind you have."
     "Damn right," he growled.  "Why don't you sit on my cock?"
     He stretched out on his back, and Vicky climbed aboard.
Straddling him, she poised the dripping mouth of her pussy right
over his engorged cock-head.  As she sat down on it, he grasped
her waist and pulled her onto his rigid cock.
     "Ohhhhh, yeah, honey," Vicky moaned, "stick that big cock
into me, give me all of it!"
     Don watched his pretty brunette wife sliding down another
man's cock, taking it into her hot horny pussy-hole.  He growled
with lust and fucked harder and harder into Joan's steaming cunt.
Both men were excited out of their minds as they fucked on each
other's wife.
     "Yeah, terrific idea, girls," Don panted.
     "This gives a whole new meaning to friendship," Frank
chuckled.
     Vicky sank as low as she could on the fat skewer of his
prick, and he started fucking her hard.  He watched his cream-
soaked cock pistoning in her pussy-hole and watched her luscious
tits wobble.  But he was also watching Don and Joan.
     Don's belly was slapping loudly against Joan's ass as he
hammered his stiff cock into her.  She was clawing the rug and
moaning with pleasure.  Now and then they both glanced over at the
other couple, heightening their excitement.
     "Oooooooh, isn't this wild?" Vicky laughed.
     The others laughed, too, but not for long.  They were getting
too insanely turned on to make jokes.  The men's cocks hammered
harder and harder in those hot slippery pussies, and the women
moaned with bliss as they rocketed toward orgasm.
     "Ohhhhhhh, shit, am I ever gonna come!" Joan whimpered.
     "Oh, God, me, too!" Vicky cried.
     "Not to mention us guys," Frank groaned.
     Dizzily Vicky took the deep hard thrusts of Frank's cock
while she watched her husband furiously fucking her best friend.
It was crazy, it was kinky, but she loved it.  She hadn't had such
a hot time in years.
     The best part was, everybody felt the same way.  Everybody
loved the women's outrageous plan.  Don and Frank were performing
like young studs, and the women could hardly keep from coming.
Nobody in this room was bored with sex.
     Vicky watched Joan's eyes roll, then close tightly, as the
pretty blonde hovered on the brink of climax.  Don was red-faced
with lust, hammering his cock into her with lightning speed.  She
stiffened for a second, then gave a long hoarse moan.
     "Unnnnhhh, Don, honey, I'm comingggg!" she howled.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit, yessssss ... Ohhhhhhhh!"
     "Take my load, baby, unnnnggghhhhhhh!" Don yelled.
     "Oh, Jesus," Frank groaned, "that did it.  Unnnnhhhh, shit,
yeah ... aaagggghhhhh!"
     "Oh, my God ... whaahhhhhhhh!" Vicky howled.
     She felt Frank's load sizzling into her cunt, and that
triggered her body-blasting orgasm.  The room was in uproar as all
four people came hard.  Vicky just hoped the neighbors couldn't
hear all that moaning and yelling and wailing.  They might think
there was an orgy going on!
     Finally the two couples rolled apart and stretched out on the
rug to finish their drinks.  Vicky and Joan grinned at each other,
very pleased with the results of their little experiment.  Don and
Frank looked pretty pleased, too.
     Then Don crawled over to Vicky and said, "Honey, I really
oughta apologize for my lousy performance in bed these days.  I
know I wasn't keeping you happy."
     "It happens to lots of couples, honey," Vicky answered.
"Joan and Frank were having the same problem.  But luckily we
found a solution."
     "We sure did!" Don leered.  "Come here."
     He pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her till Vicky
thought steam would shoot from her ears.  Don hadn't kissed her
like that since they were courting.  She felt her pussy growing
hot and wet and swollen.
     "Mmmmmmmm," she gurgled, "mmmmmmmnunm."
     To her delight, her husband was interested in her again.  Don
actually lusted for her.  It had taken some pretty unusual
remedies, but she'd finally gotten what she wanted most in her
life, a horny husband.
     As they came up for air, she glanced over and saw her friends
kissing hotly, too.  Frank was working his tongue in Joan's mouth
and pawing her sleek slim body.  Vicky felt glad for her friends,
but Don soon captured all her attention as he drew her close for
another long steamy tongue-kiss.
     Vicky was creaming like crazy.  She ran her hands all over
Don's hard hairy body and finally grasped his cock and pumped it.
His prick responded fast.  It swelled in her fist, throbbing and
bucking.
     "Don, you animal," she giggled.
     "Grrrrrr," Don replied.
     Vicky laughed and pushed him onto his back.  She crawled
between his legs, grasped the thick hairy base of his cock, and
dipped her head down low.  Out flashed her wet pink tongue.  She
lashed it all over the engorged head of his cock.
     "Yeah, baby, go for it," he panted.
     Meanwhile Joan and Frank were busy with some fun of their
own.  Joan was on her back, legs bent and spread wide, and Frank
was lashing his big red tongue all over her steamy pussy.  Joan
squealed and moaned with delight.
     "Unnnhhhh, honey, I love that," she panted.  "Don't stop,
lick me all over!"
     Frank hadn't gone down on her in ages, but he hadn't lost his
talent.  Joan couldn't stop creaming, and her horny husband
gobbled up every drop of her tangy juice.  He lathered every inch
of her pussy with his hot spit.
     Vicky watched out of the corner of her eye, drooling all over
Don's cock.  He laughed and said, "I bet I know what you want,
honey."
     "Then give it to me, darling," Vicky moaned.
     Don flipped her onto her back, and a second later she felt
his molten tongue lashing her pussy.  It was the most heavenly
sensation for the love-starved young wife.  She creamed helplessly
all over his face.
     "Ohhhhh, darling, I love that!" she wailed.
     "Hey, Don," Frank called, "let's have a contest.  Let's see
who can get his woman off first."
     "You're on," Don laughed.
     Then he jammed his mouth onto Vicky's swollen clit and
started sucking.  She screamed with pleasure and creamed in huge
hot floods.  Obscene sucking noises a few feet away told her that
Frank was using the same technique on Joan.
     "Unnnnhhhh, God, unnnnhhhh," Joan wailed.
     Vicky greedily arched her body and shoved her throbbing clit
even harder against her husband's loudly sucking lips.  She closed
her eyes and hurtled toward climax.  Don had always been able to
get her off fast and hard with his sucking.
     Joan kept pace with her, wailing and moaning, and it was a
real question who was going to win the contest.  Vicky really
didn't care, not as long as she got off.  She felt a violent
orgasm exploding from the base of her clit, and she threw back her
head and wailed with bliss.
     "Ahhhhh, honey, you did it, I'm cominggggg!" she screamed.
     "Oooooooooh, Frank, oooooooh!" Joan howled.
     When the women finally stopped coming, Don wiped his cream-
smeared face and said, "Well, old buddy, I think it was a draw."
     "Yeah, I agree," Frank chuckled.  "Let's face it, we're both
geniuses."
     But the laughter stopped as the front door suddenly banged
open.  In the doorway stood Shelly.



                             Chapter 10

     Frank was the first to recover his wits.  "Close the door,
Shelly," he snapped.  "We don't want the whole neighborhood to see
us."
     "I'm sorry," the pretty redhead sighed as she shut the door.
"I just lost my head when I saw what was happening."
     "How come you didn't knock, Shelly?" Joan said angrily.
     "And what are you doing here?" Vicky demanded.
     Shelly turned red as a beet, redder than her own hair.  "Oh,
shit, I don't know what to say.  I know I'm being very rude.  But
I was sitting home alone, just dying for some company, and I
decided to do some visiting."
     She paused and blushed even harder.  "Anyhow, I walked up on
the porch, and there was just a little gap in the drapes, and I
peeked in and saw you guys.  I just had to join you."
     Joan and Vicky looked at each other.  They'd gone to a lot of
hard work to get their husbands back from Shelly, and now here she
was horning in on their fun.  The gorgeous divorcee just wouldn't
stay out of their lives.
     On the other hand, they knew just what she was going through.
She hadn't seen Don or Frank all week, because they'd been busy
fucking each other's wife.  Shelly had to be frantically horny by
now, and the two young wives could relate to that.  They'd just
had the same problem.
     "Well, what do you think, honey?" Joan whispered.  "I feel
kinda sorry for her."
     "Me, too," Vicky whispered back to her friend.  "What the
hell, why not let her join the party."
     "And I've got another idea, too," Joan said.  She turned to
Shelly and spoke in a normal voice.  "Shelly, we know you've been
making it with our husbands."
     Don and Frank turned as red as Shelly, and the lovely
divorcee moaned.  "Oh, God, I'm sorry!  You must think I'm a
terrible bitch.  But really, I don't want to wreck your marriages.
All I want is a man."
     "I figured as much," Joan said gently, "and I might just have
a man for you.  My brother Jim is coming to visit in a few days.
He's divorced, and he's just the right age for you.  I know he'd
go for you, so I'll invite you over a lot while he's here.
     "Oh, Joan, you're wonderful," Shelly cried, running to her
and hugging her.  "Now, if I can just control myself till then."
     "You don't have to, Shelly!" Vicky grinned.  "We'd like you
to join our party."
     Shelly gave her a hug.  "You two are great!  You really
understand."
     Frank cleared his throat loudly and said, "We're glad you
girls like each other, but do you think we could get in on the
party, too?"
     "Yeah, ladies," Don laughed, "what about us?"
     "Oh, were we neglecting you guys?" Shelly cooed.
     "Let's get 'em," Vicky cried.
     "Yeah, here we come!" Joan laughed.
     Frank and Don found themselves covered in females.  Shelly
stripped as fast as she could and joined Joan and Vicky in
kissing, caressing, and tonguing the two laughing men.  It was a
happy tangle of bodies.
     "Oh, boy, we must be dreaming!" Don laughed.
     "Yeah, this is fantastic!" Frank leered.
     "I just don't know how we're gonna take care of all these
women, though," Don said, faking a worried look.  "Maybe we should
all watch TV instead."
     "Over our dead bodies," Shelly declared.  "Girls, let's have
a huddle.  We'll figure out how to deal with these apes."
     The three women crouched together and whispered, while Don
and Frank ogled them.  It really was like a fantasy come true.
They had a blonde, a brunette and a redhead all panting to get it
on with them.  They waited eagerly to see what plan the women
would come up with.
     Then the women turned to them, grinning wickedly.  "Okay,"
Shelly said, "I think you guys are gonna love this."
     "We're gonna take you one at a time," Vicky added.  "Frank,
you're first."
     They jumped him.  Suddenly Joan was practically sitting on
his face, and Shelly and Vicky were crouching on either side of
his stiff-standing cock.  Don roared with laughter.
     "You're outnumbered, partner!" he cried.  "I sure hope you
can handle the situation."
     "I'm sure gonna try," Frank laughed.
     Then he groaned as he felt not one but two hot juicy tongues
lashing all over his cock.  He peered between Joan's spread thighs
and saw Vicky and Shelly going down on him, their pink tongues
whipping greedily over his cock-meat.
     "Holy shit!" he panted.
     Shelly was working the top of his cock and Vicky was tonguing
the lower part.  Frank got so excited that thick globs of cream
started oozing from his piss-hole.  Vicky and Shelly gobbled the
salty liquid like it was candy.
     "Mmmmmm, I hope you don't mind sharing this with me, Vicky!"
Shelly grinned.
     "Not as long as you leave some for me."
     Frank was glad he'd shot his load once already.  Otherwise he
would have been coming all over the place.  Those two naughty hot
tongues were driving him wild.  And if that wasn't excitement
enough, he had Joan's luscious-looking pussy only an inch from his
face.  It was swollen, creamy and inviting.
     He reached up and folded back the golden fur of her bush,
fully exposing the little hooded lump of her clit.  His tongue
shot out and contacted the supersensitive button, and Joan gave a
wail of pleasure.
     "Oooooooh, yesssss, baby, lick meeeee!" she cried.
     Frank whipped his big hot tongue up and down over her clit,
giving her hot stabs of pleasure.  Joan creamed like mad, and as
the thick hot juice poured from her pussy, Frank lapped it up and
gobbled it.
     "Mmmmmmm, honey, I love that," she moaned.
     Frank got off on gobbling her cream and driving her wild with
his tongue.  His pretty blonde wife was so responsive, juicing all
over his face.  And at the same time he had those two pretty women
tonguing his cock.  It was just about all the excitement a man
could take.
     "Oh, shit, fantastic," he groaned.
     Don had crawled up close to watch.  He didn't feel envious or
left out.  He understood they had to take turns.  All he felt was
incredible lust as he watched the three lovely women working on
his best friend.  There was so much to watch, he hardly knew where
to look.
     He watched Vicky and Shelly lashing their gleaming tongues
around and around Frank's stiff cock, licking up every drop of his
dribbling cock-cream.  His own cock gave a lusty jump and leaked
sizzling juice.
     Then he moved his eyes to Joan's wantonly exposed pussy.
Frank's tongue was all over the hot swollen flesh, licking up her
spurting cunt-juice, then returning to stab and tease her engorged
clit.  Joan had her head thrown back, and she was whimpering in
ecstasy.
     "Oh, baby, that's so damned good," she sobbed.  "Lick me all
over, Frank, don't stop!"
     Don felt a powerful urge to grab his cock and jack off, but
he decided to save his hard-on for more exciting things.  Somehow
he'd manage to hold out till it was his turn with the girls, but
it wasn't going to be easy.  His lust was at fever pitch.
     He wondered how in hell Frank was holding out.  The guy had a
hot pussy right in his face and two women tonguing his cock.  It
had to be damned difficult to keep from coming in a situation like
that.
     "Mmmmmm, I want more of this stuff," Vicky moaned as she
hungrily gobbled Frank's cream.
     "Go for it then," Shelly panted.  "I'll take a break.  But
don't get him off without me."
     "Right," Vicky said breathlessly.
     Shelly moved back, and Vicky slid her hot juicy lips down
around Frank's thick throbbing cock.  She caved in her cheeks and
started sucking, and Frank groaned in bliss.
     "Christ, yeah, honey, suck!" he cried.
     With Joan's pussy right in his face, he couldn't tell who was
giving him that blow-job, Vicky or Shelly.  But whoever it was,
she was an expert.  She was suctioning the hot cream out of his
cock and gobbling it as fast as she could.
     Meanwhile Joan was greedily shoving her hot pussy against his
lashing tongue, signaling her need for more action.  Frank gave it
to her, whipping his tongue furiously up and down the steamy folds
of her pussy and driving her to a frenzy of pleasure.
     "Unnnnnhhhh, God, unnnnnnnnhhhh!" she wailed.
     Frank knew his wife, and he sensed she was very close to
coming.  He decided to give her a really great send-off.  He made
his tongue long and stiff, then crammed it deep and hard into her
boiling pussy-hole.
     "Oooooooooh, yesssssss!" Joan screamed.
     Everybody looked to see what was making her so insanely
aroused.  They watched Frank's slippery hot tongue burying itself
to the root in her dripping cunt.  Then Frank's head bobbed fast
as he began to tongue-fuck his moaning wife.
     "Unnnnhhh, honey, yessss!" Joan gurgled.  "Do it to me, make
me come."
     Obscene wet sucking sounds filled the room as Frank reamed
out Joan's hot cream and Vicky suctioned up his juice.  It wasn't
long before Joan began to buck and writhe around the pistoning
slab of tongue-meat, a violet orgasm shaking her body.
     "You did it to meeeeee!" she howled.  "Ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!"
     She bucked her way through the body-shaking climax and then
rolled off Frank, panting and flushed.  But Frank's tongue didn't
get a rest.  Vicky immediately released his cock from her mouth
and jumped up to sit on his face.
     "His cock's all yours, Shelly," she panted.  "I want his
tongue."
     "Fine by me!" Shelly leered.
     People were changing places so fast, Frank couldn't keep
track of it all.  Now it was Vicky's hot dripping pussy that was
right in his face, and it was Shelly's hot wet lips sinking down
around his engorged cock.
     "Don," he croaked, "I may need some help."
     "No problem, buddy!" Don laughed.  "You just pass 'em on to
me as soon as you finish with them.  I'll start with your wife."
     He pulled Joan over to him, and they started some heavy hot
tongue-kissing.  Frank would have liked to watch, but now Vicky
was pressing her searing cunt against his face, demanding his
attention.  He gave it to her, slamming his stiff tongue deep into
her smoking fuck-hole.
     "Unnnnhhhh, yessssss!" she gasped.
     Meanwhile Shelly was sucking like crazy on his cock.  Frank
matched her hot hungry rhythm with his tongue, pistoning it up and
down in Vicky's boiling pussy.  Out of the corner of his eye he
saw his wife climbing aboard Don's rigid drooling cock.
     "Yeah, come here, baby," Don growled.
     Joan straddled him and shoved her famished cunt down around
the thick hard skewer of his prick.  She took the whole thing in
one greedy shove.  Don grasped her waist and started fucking her
fast and hard, making her cute tits wobble.
     "Yeah, fuck it to me, baby!" Joan gurgled.  "Fuck me good and
hard, Don!"
     Frank almost shot his load just from watching them.  He
didn't know why it turned him on so much to see his wife fucking
another guy.  Maybe he was some kind of pervert.  He decided he
liked being a pervert.
     He dug his stiff tongue deeper and harder into Vicky's hot
juicy cunt, and she creamed all over his face.  She whimpered and
moaned with pleasure as he gave her a good steady tongue-fucking.
Shelly's mouth boiled around his cock, and she gobbled up all his
oozing cock-juice.
     Frank had just about had it.  He was insane with excitement
as he ate that hot pussy, felt his cock being ravenously sucked,
and watched his pretty blonde wife riding his best buddy's cock.
No wonder he was on overload.
     He gave Vicky everything he had, hammering his tongue into
her till her cunt spasmed and flooded.  She was coming hard around
his tongue, wailing in bliss.
     "Ooooooh, motherfucker!" she screeched.
     She climaxed for almost a minute, then rolled off him.
Frank's tongue was almost in need of a splint, it had been working
so hard.  But it still wasn't going to get a rest.  Vicky had
hardly tumbled off when Shelly jumped up and took her place.
     "Give me some of that good stuff, honey!" she panted.  "I
won't need much."
     She wasn't kidding.  Frank crammed his tongue into her, and
before he'd reached bottom she was coming like crazy, her cunt in
hard spasm, splattering his face with boiling cream.
     "Ooooooooh, God, yessss!" she howled.
     As Frank tongued her through that powerful orgasm, he watched
Vicky sit on Don's face.  Don was still fucking Joan hard and
fast, and he didn't skip a beat as he shoved his long stiff tongue
into his wife's hungry pussy.
     "Yeah, baby, get me off!" Vicky wailed.
     Shelly stopped coming and glanced over at the others,
wondering how she could get in on the action.  But Frank had plans
for her.  By some miracle, he hadn't shot his load yet.  He needed
Shelly's help.
     "Hey, neighbor," he said, "how about taking care of my hard-
on?"
     "Darling," Shelly purred, "I'd love to."
     She scooted back down his body till she was sitting right
over his enormously engorged prick.  Frank grabbed her by the
waist and eased her down the thick hard pole of cock-meat, then
started fucking her hard.
     "I'm not gonna last long, baby," he panted.  "I hope you can
come with me."
     "No problem!" She grinned.
     Now everybody was being taken care of.  Shelly was getting
the hot fucking she craved, while Don's cock and tongue were
giving Joan and Vicky a steady dose of pleasure.  Frank spun out
of control and fucked Shelly with lightning speed.
     "Ohhhhhh, God, ohhhhhhhh!" the pretty redhead wailed.
     Afterward, nobody remembered who got off first.  It just
seemed like they were all coming at the same time, the room
echoing with hoarse groans and shrill howls of ecstasy.
     Frank emptied his huge steaming load into Shelly's convulsing
pussy.  Don's tongue drilled hard into Vicky's cunt and brought
her off just as he boiled his jism into Joan's cunt.  The sizzling
flood made Joan climax violently.
     When it was over, Joan brought a fresh tray of drinks.  "I
think we should drink a toast to Shelly," she said.
     "Me?" Shelly exclaimed.  "How come?  Gosh, you thought I was
trying to steal your husband."
     "That's just it!" Joan laughed.  "That started this whole
thing.  Vicky and I would never have come up with these crazy
ideas if it hadn't been for you."
     "That's right, Shelly!" Vicky grinned.  "It may sound weird,
but you saved our marriages.  So, everybody, here's to Shelly--and
to a whole lot more fun and games!"



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