The neighbor's teasing wife

CHAPTER THREE

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.