The neighbor's teasing wife

CHAPTER SEVEN

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."