What neighbors will do

CHAPTER TWO

Molly thought her big chance might have come. A few days later Dick arrived home from work looking energetic and sexy. He even gave her a big kiss when he walked in the door. And best of all, there was no football game on TV that night.

Molly hurried through the dinner dishes, went to the bedroom, and slipped into the sexy negligee she'd been saving for an occasion like this. The gown was black, form-fitting, and see through. She didn't wear a bra or panties underneath it.

She dabbed on some seductive perfume, brushed out her long dark hair, and sauntered into the living room.

Dick was in his recliner, sipping a drink, and watching TV. Molly didn't even glance at the screen to see what was on.

"Honey," she purred, sliding onto Dick's lap, "I can think of something more interesting to do than watch TV."

Dick shifted impatiently. "This is one of John Wayne's first pictures. I've been waiting to see this for a long time. You ought to watch it, honey. It's a classic."

Molly jumped off his lap, stormed into the kitchen, and poured herself a double bourbon. She couldn't even compare with an old western when it came to getting Dick's attention. She felt so mad and frustrated, she could have screamed.

Instead she gulped her drink, calmed down, and returned to the living room to watch TV with her husband. There was nothing else to do. And maybe after the movie was over, he'd be interested in making out. All she could do was wait and see.

The movie seemed to drag on for hours. Molly couldn't keep her mind on it. She kept fantasizing about being in bed with Dick, playing with his cock, feeling his expert touch on her pussy, then fucking like bunnies.

Her pussy was burning with need. She'd already discovered that playing with herself wasn't very satisfying. It eased her lust for a few hours, but then she was as horny as ever. And what she really wanted was a big fat cock, not her own slim finger.

At last the movie ended and Dick stood up, yawned, and turned off the set. As he headed for the bedroom, Molly scurried after him, tingling with lust. She whisked off her negligee and jumped naked onto their king-size bed.

"Alone at last," she leered.

Dick didn't even seem to hear her. He had a faraway look in his eyes as he undressed. Molly ogled his powerful hairy body and gurgled with anticipation. Her eyes focused hungrily on his long thick cock. As he slipped under the covers, she joined him, giving him a hug and a hot urgent kiss.

"Honey, do you realize how long it's been since we made love?" she asked.

Dick smiled at her, yawned again. "Yeah, we'll have to do something about that one of these days."

He started to roll away from her.

Molly moaned. "But, Dick, I'm horny right now. I'm so horny I could scream."

"Sorry, baby," he said drowsily, "but I'm tired, and I gotta go to work in the morning. Maybe we can get it on this weekend."

He turned out the light, and a second later he was snoring. Molly pounded the pillow, but that didn't wake him. She sat up in bed and seethed. What in hell was the matter with the man? Didn't he need sex any more? Or could he be seeing another woman?

Maybe that was it. Dick worked in a big office, and there were plenty of young attractive girls there. He might just be fooling around, and he might not have enough energy or interest left over to spare for Molly.

The idea made her even angrier. She sat there in the dark, boiling with rage and lust. She knew she just had to find an answer to her dilemma before she went out of her mind with horniness. But what could she do if Dick refused to make love? Cheat on him?

Suddenly her attention was distracted as a light went on next door. In her eagerness to get into bed with Dick, Molly had forgotten to pull the shade. Her neighbors had forgotten to pull theirs, too, and she could see right into their bedroom. Meg and Joe Roberts, long-time friends of Molly and Dick, were just walking into their bedroom.

The first thing they did was kiss. Molly could have wailed with envy. Obviously there was nothing wrong with that marriage, even though Meg and Joe had been together a long time. An attractive couple in their late twenties, they seemed as hot for each other as on their wedding day.

They kissed a long time, running their hands over each other's body, then stepped apart and started taking off their clothes. Molly knew it was naughty of her to spy on them, but she just couldn't resist. She slipped out of bed and knelt by the window to get a better view.

Meg Roberts was a tall blonde, really stacked, and Joe was a big nice-looking guy. They made a very striking couple. Undressed, they were even more striking. Naked, they climbed onto their bed but didn't get under the covers. They started kissing and caressing again.

Molly shivered with excitement. She wished she could hear what they were saying. Then she noticed that their window was partially open, and that gave her a wicked idea. As quietly as she could, she opened her window and climbed out. She snuck across the side yard and knelt by the Roberts' window.

"Joe." Meg was giggling. "You're a dirty old man."

"Can I help it if I wanta fuck you everytime I look at you?" He laughed.

"Well, it was kind of embarrassing, sending our guests home early," Meg grinned.

"Maybe they'll go home and fuck, too," Joe said. "Then we'll all be happy."

He cupped Meg's big thrusting tits and squeezed them, and she gurgled with excitement. She ran her fingers through the thick hair mat of his chest while he molded her heavy hot tits. Molly watched and shivered with envy.

Then Joe leaned down closer, stuck out his tongue, and began licking Meg's big pink nipples. Meg started panting as he lashed the wet meat around the soft cones, coaxing them into long rigid nubs.

Molly felt her own nipples stiffening as she spied.

"Mmmmmm, you devil," Meg gurgled, "you're getting me so horny."

"That's the whole idea," Joe chuckled.

Molly sighed softly. She could remember a few years ago when Dick would turn her on like that, patiently working her up to a feverish state of lust. He never bothered any more. Now, on those rare occasions when he was horny, he'd just jump on her and fuck her fast, sometimes too fast for her to get off. She missed all that wonderful foreplay.

Joe tongue-lashed Meg's big nipples till they were engorged and tingling. Then he pushed her heavy breasts together till the nipples met. Opening his mouth wide, he slid it down around the stiff hot cones, and Meg shuddered with excitement.

"Oooooh, baby, yesssss!" she cried hoarsely. Joe's tit-sucking was obscene, loud and greedy. Molly could hear it plainly as she crouched at the window, and it made her cream like mad. She began to wonder if she was losing her mind for lack of sex. Here she was crouched buck naked outside her neighbors' window, spying on them while they made love.

You couldn't really call that normal. It wasn't the usual behavior of your average housewife. Bat somehow she couldn't bear to stop watching, even though it made her hornier than ever.

She really was curious about how other people got it on.

"Joe," Meg said huskily, "if you don't stop that, I'm gonna rape you."

"Oh, goody," Joe laughed. "Don't be gentle."

Meg laughed, too, but then she got serious. She reached for her husband's cock and started pumping it. Soon big fat globs of cream started leaking from his piss hole, and she dipped her head down, stuck out her tongue, and lapped up the hot salty juice.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned.

"Yeah, baby, that's great!" Joe groaned.

Molly watched and felt her mouth watering. She adored going down on Dick, but he didn't seem interested any more. He never had time for delicious drawn-out sex. There was always a game on TV that he just had to see.

Molly had a quick fantasy of herself blasting the TV set to bits with a shotgun, then tying Dick up and making love to him for about a week. But knowing Dick, he'd just go out and buy another TV set. Sighing, she turned her attention back to her neighbors.

Meg was running her hot little tongue around and around the fat purple head of Joe's cock, licking up his cream as fast as she could get it. Joe watched her with lust-glazed eyes. He was breathing loudly and harshly.

"You better stop that," he said at last.

"Mmmmmm, why?" Meg sighed.

"'Cause I'm about to come in your face!" He laughed.

"Oh-oh," she grinned, "I don't wanta waste that gorgeous hard-on."

She threw a leg over him and straddled him, her cream-slick pussy grazing the hugely engorged head of his cock. She rubbed the slippery flesh teasingly over his prick, till he was snorting with lust. He grasped her waist and jerked his cock upward, getting about an inch into her ready cunt.

"Yessssss!" Meg moaned. "Oh, yes, baby! Stick that big thing in me!"

Molly clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from moaning with envy. She would have given anything to trade places with Meg at that moment. It had been so long since she'd been fucked. She watched in agony as Meg slid down the long thick column of Joe's cock.

"Uunnnhhhhh!" Meg moaned. "Yesssssss!" Joe pushed into her till only his big hairy balls were showing. Meg leered down at him, and he snorted with lust. He started fucking her in long, slow, deep thrusts, forcing the thick pearly cream from her gripping cunt.

"Mmmmmmm, honey! That's so good!" she moaned. "So damned good!"

Molly wondered if she was really up for watching this. It was killing her with envy and longing. Yet her wicked curiosity kept her at the window. Somehow she couldn't tear herself away.

She imagined fucking Dick like that, sitting on his big hard boner, feeling it reaming out her juicing pussy. She creamed heavily, and the molten juice ran down her legs. All she wanted then was one good fuck, but she might as well have asked for the moon.

"Mmmmmm, baby, you're driving me crazy!" Meg gurgled. "Do it tame faster, harder!"

"What's the rush?" Joe leered.

He went on fucking her in that slow lazy way, but Meg wriggled with lust and impatience. Molly could understand that. When she was horny, she liked to be fucked hard, as hard as possible. But Joe seemed to be deliberately tormenting his wife, driving her mad with that slow fucking.

"Dammit, honey!" Meg sobbed. "I need it hard! I'm going out of my mind, Joe."

"Well, since you put it that way," he laughed. Firming his grip on her waist, he began hammering his cock into her, making her tall body shake with the impact. Her tits wobbled and bounced, and she gasped each time he plowed his rock-hard dick to her womb.

"Oh, baby, yes!" she shrieked. "That's it! Fuck hard, fuck my brains out!"

Molly almost moaned with need. Now Meg was getting the kind of fucking she craved. She watched Joe's thick boner slamming in and out of Meg's cunt, spreading her pussy lips wide and forcing out her thick hot cream. She could have yelled with frustration.

"Unnnnhhhh, God, I love it!" Meg wailed. She let her head loll back, and she closed her eyes tight, forgetting everything but the intense pleasure she was getting from her husband's pile-driving cock. Molly could hear the obscene sucking noise his prick was making as it reamed out Meg's hot juices.

"Harder," Meg groaned, "give it to me as hard as you can!"

"Say please," Joe teased.

"Oh, fuck you, Joe!" Meg laughed.

He laughed, too, but he gave her what she wanted, fucking into her so hard that the bed rattled. Meg whimpered and moaned steadily as his hard-pounding cock took her toward the orgasm she needed so badly.

Joe seemed to be losing his cool. He was red faced with lust and breathing hard. He snorted with pleasure each time he rammed his engorged dick to his wife's hot pulpy depths. Here was a man who really loved fucking his wife. Why couldn't Dick be like that, Molly wondered.

And what had gone wrong with their marriage? They'd been so hot for each other at first, and they'd had years of terrific lovemaking. Now Dick couldn't care less. He was more interested in the TV than in her. But she didn't understand why.

She was still young, beautiful – and very, very horny. There was nothing about her to turn Dick off. Molly tried to make sense of it, but she couldn't. She felt her frustration growing as she watched Meg and Joe fucking each other into a frenzy of pleasure.

"Just a little more, baby!" Meg sobbed. "I'm almost there!"

Joe gave it everything he had, fucking her almost brutally. A second later she began to convulse, and her cunt went into hard spasms around his pistoning cock. Husband and wife began coming almost at the same moment. Molly watched and tried to smother her moans of longing.

"Ooooooh, baby! Whaaahhhhhhh!" Meg screamed.

"Awwwwwww, Christ – aaaaggggghhhhhh!" Joe roared.

Molly couldn't take the frustration a second longer. She quickly slipped back through her window and into bed. Panting, she thrust a stiff finger into her cunt and started pumping like crazy. She didn't worry about waking up Dick. He was sound asleep, as usual.

"Ummmmmm, unnnnhhhh!" she moaned softly.

It felt good to finger-fuck herself, but something wasn't quite right. Her jerking finger wasn't nearly as big as a real-live cock, and a cock was what she craved. She tried slipping a second finger into her seething twat, and that was better, but still not thick enough.

"Ohhhhhh, dammit!" she moaned.

She worked a third finger into her famished pussy hole and finally got the right sensation. Those three bunched fingers felt as big as a real cock, just as thick and hard. Groaning, she pumped her fingers deep and hard in her creamy cunt, aching to come.

"Unnnnhhhh, God! Yesssss!" she sighed.

She felt the walls of her cunt growing fever hot, slick with juice, and throbbing. They contracted greedily around her jerking fingers, just as they would around a deep-plowing prick. She closed her eyes and shut out every other sensation as she finger-fucked herself to the brink of a body-blasting climax.

"Yes-yesssss!" she gasped. "Do it to me, honey! Fuck me good and hard!"

She realized she was fantasizing about Dick as she masturbated. No matter what she did, she couldn't get him and his big hard cock out of her mind. But what the hell, it didn't matter as long as she got off. And a second later, she did.

"Ooooooooh, shit – yesssssss! Ooooooh!" she wept.

She worked her bunched fingers fast and deep in her spasming box, getting every drop of pleasure out of that long delicious orgasm. Now at least she could sleep. But Molly knew that she'd be horny again tomorrow and that only one thing could give her the total relief she needed.

She had to have a real fuck, from a real man, not a fantasy. She needed a cock, not her fingers. But it all seemed like an impossible dream to the love-starved young housewife.