What neighbors will do

CHAPTER THREE

At least Molly had one thing to look forward to. Dick had said that maybe they could make love on the weekend. By Friday she couldn't think about anything else.

Whether she was cooking, cleaning or shopping, she kept drifting off into horny fantasies about her and Dick. Her eager pussy was permanently swollen, hot and creamy. She felt like she could come if she sneezed.

When Dick got home on Friday, she had his favorite dinner waiting. She'd used her best tablecloth and linen napkins, lit candles, and dressed in her most sexy outfit. It Dick didn't get that message, he needed a new brain.

"Gee, honey, this looks great," he said as he plowed into the roast beef.

How about me? Molly thought. Do I look great?

But Dick never said a word about her appearance, and right after dinner he parked himself in front of the tube and began watching a World War II movie. That was a bad sign. If he couldn't find any sports to watch, he liked westerns and war movies.

By now Molly knew better than to try to come on to him while he was watching TV. It always made him mad. She went to their bedroom, put on her nightgown, and found a book to read. A few hours later Dick came into the room, yawning, and put on his pajamas. Needless to say, he didn't have a hard-on.

He slipped into bed beside Molly and gave her a peck on the cheek, then reached for the light. Molly seethed with lust and anger he'd promised her they could make love this weekend, and wasn't Friday night almost the weekend?

"Dick," she said, "we have to talk."

"Tomorrow, honey," he said. "I'm bushed."

"But that's just the point," Molly snapped. "You're always bushed. You never want to make love any more, and I'm going crazy without sex."

Dick gave a big sigh. "Look, Molly. We've been married for five years now. You can't expect our sex life to be like it used to be. We gotta slow down sometime."

"Slow down?" Molly exclaimed. "Hell, we've stopped. At least you've stopped. But I need some loving, Dick. Just feel this."

She grabbed his hand and slid it between her thighs. He felt the searing-hot, cream-soaked flesh of her swollen pussy. She held his hand there, making sure he got the message. But as soon as she let go, he jerked his hand away.

"Okay," he yawned, "tomorrow maybe." And that was it. He turned out the light and started snoring. Molly whimpered with lust. Again she wondered what was wrong with their marriage. Were other marriages like this? She could think of one exception, Joe and Meg. They'd been married a long time, and they were still hot for each other.

Was she the only neglected wife in the neighborhood? Molly decided to make a survey. She slipped out of bed, dressed, and left by the back door. She'd prowl the block, looking in windows, and find out how other wives were treated.

Of course it was an insane thing to do. If she was caught, it would be so embarrassing. Dick would find himself married to a female Peeping Tom. But right now Molly didn't feel very sympathetic toward Dick. She'd do what she damned well pleased.

She walked down the alleys and finally came to a lighted bedroom window where someone hadn't pulled the shade. She saw a double bed occupied by a man reading a book. The guy was maybe fifty, gray-haired and a little paunchy. Not much excitement there.

But as she watched, a woman entered the bedroom. She was about the same age as the man, just a little overweight but still pretty. The window was open just a crack, and Molly could hear what the middle-aged couple were saying.

"Herb," the woman laughed, "you're an old poop."

He put down his book and smiled at her.

"And just what do you mean by that, Edna?" he asked. "Just because I didn't watch that silly movie, it doesn't make me an old poop."

"That's not what I mean, darling," Edna said. "I shouldn't be watching movies and you shouldn't be reading. It's Friday night. We should be in a parked car making out."

"Honey," Herb chuckled, "we're a little old for that kind of thing."

"Oh, yeah?" Edna leered. "Let's find out." She began taking off her clothes, and Herb didn't go back to his book. He watched her with mounting interest as she stripped. Edna had nice big tits and not a bad figure for a woman her age. Naked, she slid onto the bed and pulled the covers back.

"Why don't you take off your pajamas, dear?" she purred.

"I'll get cold," Herb said.

"I'll see that you don't get cold," she replied. Grinning, Herb removed his pajamas. Edna began running her hands over his body, and he gave a low snort of excitement. Molly moved closer to the window, knowing, she couldn't be seen in the shadows. Maybe she was onto something here.

"Are you getting fresh with me, woman?" Herb chuckled.

"You got it, buster," Edna said. "You've been neglecting me lately. I can't remember the last time we made love."

"We're not kids any more," Herb reminded her. "We can't be doing it every night."

"Every month would suit me," Edna sighed. "Maybe you've forgotten how, honey, but I haven't."

"Hell," Herb said, "I haven't forgotten how. I just wasn't sure you wanted it."

"You've got to be kidding," Edna moaned. Her fingers closed around his cock. Herb snorted with arousal as she started sliding her hand up and down his meat. He pushed his book and his pajamas off the bed and onto the floor, clearing the decks for action.

Atta boy, Herb, Molly thought gleefully. Now you're cooking.

"I remember the first time you did that," Herb grinned. "We were parked in my dad's car, out by the lake."

"You almost went through the roof," Edna laughed. "I sure surprised you, didn't I?"

"I thought you were a nice girl," Herb laughed. "When you grabbed my cock, I didn't know flat to think."

"I got tired of being a nice girl," Edna leered.

She pumped faster, and Herb got flushed with horniness. He watched his wife's little fist zipping up and down his prick, and he reached out to mold and squeeze her big ripe tits. Molly sighed softly with envy.

These people were old enough to be her parents, and they were still getting it on. So what was wrong with her and Dick? Was their sex life over after only five years of marriage? She wanted them to be like Edna and Herb, still making love when they were grandparents.

Edna pumped Herb's cock even faster and asked, "Does this feet as good as it used to?"

"Better," Herb said hoarsely.

His cock started to swell. It grew hard and thick, pushing her fingers wide apart, and it grew long and began to drool. Edna watched the big hot globs of cream oozing from his piss hole, and she licked her lips. Molly caught herself doing the same thing.

"Would you be shocked if I went down on YOU, dear?" Edna asked.

"Oh, sure," Herb snorted, "I'd be shocked as hell. Go for it!"

Edna laughed, then bent low over his rigid creaming cock. She stuck out her tongue and began licking up the hot salty cream that dribbled from his cock cleft. Herb snorted and groaned. His eyes got glassy with lust.

"You do that better than ever," he said.

"Practice, practice!" Edna laughed.

Her little pink tongue lashed around and around the swollen head of his prick, and she gobbled every bit of his juice. Then she dug the stiff tip of her tongue into his piss hole and scooped out more of the tasty cream.

"Christ," Herb groaned, "you're driving me crazy."

"I'm just getting started," Edna chuckled. "Think your heart's up to it?"

"Let's find out," Herb leered. "If it isn't, what a way to go."

Edna opened her lips, licked them to make them slick, and then slid her mouth down around her husband's steel-stiff cock. Herb gave a hoarse groan of excitement as she sheathed every inch of his prick in the juicy heat of her mouth.

"Oh, yeah, honey," he rasped, "suck my dick!"

Molly was creaming through her jeans. She felt damned envious, too. These people's marriage hadn't grown stale. They were just as horny for each other as they'd been years ago. Edna was moaning hungrily as she drew in her cheeks and started sucking Herb's cock.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" she moaned.

"Christ, yes!" Herb sighed.

She started out slowly, suctioning the hot cream out of his cock and savoring it. But as her excitement mounted, she sucked faster and faster, making a lewd slurping noise that just drove Molly wild with longing.

"I was wrong about you, Edna," Herb groaned. "You're not a nice girl, not nice at all. And I love it."

Edna couldn't answer with her mouth full of cock, but she responded by sucking his meat even harder and faster. Her head bobbed up and down furiously, and she left his cock gleaming with her hot spit. Her throat muscles were busy as she gobbled all the hot cream from his prick, Herb writhed with pleasure.

"Woman," he rasped, "if you don't stop that, I'm gonna come in your mouth."

Edna briefly released his cock and leered at him.

"That's just what I want, darling," she said huskily. "I want to eat a whole mouthful of your come."

Then she plunged his wet prick back into her mouth and sucked harder than ever. Herb was almost a basket case by now, twitching and shuddering and groaning. He spun out of control and fucked her mouth, jerking his cock urgently over her slippery tongue.

"Get ready," he panted, "gonna shoot!" Edna's response was to suck even faster and harder on his hugely engorged cock. He screwed his eyes shut and pistoned his prick over her tongue and into her throat. She didn't choke on it. That was a feat even Molly couldn't perform. Edna, she thought, you're something else. "Unnnnhhh, Jesus!" Herb roared. "Eat it, honey – unnngggghhhh!"

"Mmmmm, uuuummm!" Edna moaned. Her cheeks bulged till Molly thought they'd explode. But Edna knew just how long to hold and savor Herb's boiling jism. She gulped it all down, moaning with excitement, then let his spit-soaked meat slip from her lips.

"How'd you like that, dear?" she leered.

"Incredible," Herb panted. "You're better than ever. And you deserve a reward."

"You know what I like best," she grinned. She lay down on her back, bent her knees, and spread her legs wide open, showing Herb her luscious-looking pink slit. Growling hungrily, he crawled between her thighs and lay on his belly, his face an inch away from her steaming pussy.

"I remember the first time you did this to me," Edna said with a wicked grin. "It was on our honeymoon. Remember?"

"How could I forget?" Herb snorted. "You screamed so loud when you came, the manager of the motel thought somebody was being murdered."

"That's because you were so good at it, honey," Edna said. "And you still are."

Herb proceeded to prove it. He snaked out his wet red tongue and lashed it up and down over the swollen creamy folds of her pussy, lapping up her tangy juice. Edna clawed the bed and groaned in ecstasy.

"Ahhhhh, yessss!" she cried. "That's wonderful, darling! Don't ever stop!"

"Not till my tongue wears out," Herb promised.

Edna hadn't just been flattering him when she said he was a good pussy-eater. Herb was terrific. Molly could tell. As she watched his big wet tongue whipping up and down Edna's hot slit, she could almost feel the searing pleasure herself.

She was creaming her jeans again, and she had a maddening desire to reach down inside them and play with herself. But that was just too big a risk. She might get carried away. It was vital to stay alert, in case somebody came down the alley and saw her.

So she tried to ignore the burning need in her slit as she watched Herb expertly tonguing his wife's pussy. Edna's face was contorted with lust, and she was clawing the bed and whimpering as Herb raked his big tongue over her sensitive swollen gash.

"Ohhhh, honey, I love that so much!" she moaned. "You must be the best pussy-eater in the world."

Herb just chuckled and went on gobbling her cream. He folded back the dark fur of her bush and exposed the hooded lump of her clit. He pressed the stiff tip of his tongue against the throbbing button and lashed it, and Edna almost flew off the bed.

"Oooooooh, God! Ooooooh!" she howled. Molly felt like beating her head against the house with frustration. Dick was a damned good pussy-eater himself, but he never did that to her any more. Could she go the rest of her life without all that delicious foreplay? She knew the answer was no.

Now Herb was jamming his lips around Edna's clit and sucking the swollen bud. Edna sobbed in ecstasy and creamed all over his face. Her hips writhed in a helpless fucking motion, but somehow Herb managed to stay on target.

"Ohhhhh, honey, I'm gonna come!" Edna wept. "I'm gonna come so good, Herb!"

Herb made sure of that. He sucked fast and hard on her tender joy button, and she arched her body to get even more hot friction. She raised her ass right off the bed, shoving her nearly bursting clit hard against his lips.

"Unnnnhhhh, Herb! I love it! I love it!" she babbled.

Molly caught herself rubbing her crotch. Through her jeans she could feel the steam heat and wetness of her pussy. It would be so easy to get herself off just by rubbing, but, she snatched her hand away. She couldn't take the risk.

She needed to come so bad, she might scream if she got herself off. She didn't want to be caught, and she didn't want to ruin Herb and Edna's love-making. So she stood there and seethed with lust as she watched, promising herself that she'd beat off really good when she got home.

Edna was sobbing now, her body wracked with hot pleasure. Molly could hear Herb's obscene wet sucking as he worked her clit to the point of explosion. Edna dug her nails into the bed, stiffened for a moment, then convulsed violently.

"Ohhhhhh, God – you did it to meeeee!" she screamed. "I'm cominggg – ohhhhhh! Aaahhhhhhh!"

Herb cupped her churning ass and held her still so he could go on sucking her and drinking up her hot tangy come. She convulsed for almost a full minute, then went limp and panting.

"Herb, that was heaven," she sighed. "You're better than ever, honey. I'm so lucky to have you."

They kissed, crawled under the covers, and turned out the light. The show was over. Molly gave a lusty little shiver and left the yard silently. She felt glad for Herb and Edna but very sorry for herself. Their marriage was still red hot, but hers seemed to be over.

She wandered farther down the alleys, continuing her survey of the neighborhood's sex life.