The neighbor's teasing wife

CHAPTER FIVE

"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?"