The neighbor's teasing wife

CHAPTER ONE

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.