Chapter 2
"Did you have a nice day at the store, dear?" Doris asked her exhausted husband as he crawled into bed next to her. Even through the glass, Walter noticed that her voice was huskier than usual. That telltale reminder of the scene he had just witnessed made the older man smile.
"Uh, God ... let's not talk about it! Women! If I ever meet a woman who will buy the first pair of shoes she tries on, I'll feint dead away! Do you hear me, Doris? Women are crazy!"
Walter could see that, despite his obvious vexation, Harry was not unaware of the lush woman whose body lay next to his. He sidled over closer to his redheaded wife. A bulge sprang up at about where Doris's crotch should be. Harry was. feeling her up!
Doris tried to slide away from her husband, without being to obvious about it. The agonized look on her face forced Walter to stifle his laughter with the back of his hand. He realized her poor little beaten cunt must still be acutely sensitive from the drubbing she had just given it.
Suddenly Doris sat straight up in bed. From that position, she would be momentarily free of Harry's eager caresses. She was ready for a good fucking, but her clitoris needed a few minutes to recover from the wrenching shock of orgasm. "Haven't you forgotten something, Harry dear?" she asked in a mocking sing-song.
"What's that?"
"I'm a woman, Harry. Does that make me crazy?"
"Of course not. You're my luscious little wife! Do you think I'd make a crack like that right to your face if I meant to include you in it? No sir! I know which side my cunt is buttered on!" Harry seemed to be recovering his energy. He rolled over on his side and clutched the tight thick curls of Doris's pussy. "Oooohh, baby!" he grunted. "I think it's time I had me some of that!"
He started to bury his head under the covers. Then, impatient with the obstacle they presented, he thrust them down to the foot of the bed.
"Thanks, neighbor," Walter whispered on the other side of the mirror. Harry had just given him a full view of his wife's reclining, naked body and his own naked, palpitating erection. Harry began to suck greedily on Doris's full round tit, while his hands fondled both lush globes eagerly. He half straddled her and began to grind his erection against her thigh.
"Ooooohhh, Harry!" Doris squealed with pleasure and held her husband's graying head against her bosom. She was no longer averse to being touched. Her wet hungry pussy was eager for more attention. She could hardly wait to have her cunt-walls spread wide by a hard turgid penis! "Oh Harry, baby! I need you so bad!"
Hypnotized by the lusty conjugal scene before him, Walter watched his new tenant straddle his wife's thighs and guide his swollen cock-head toward her ready hole. His fingers massaged his own stiff prick through his pants. It throbbed in earthy response.
His attention was captured by a sudden moaning outburst. "Oooohh! Oooohh, Harry ... stick it in me, baby! That's the way! Aaahh, feels good!" Doris began to writhe her hips lasciviously, thrusting upward to take her husband's cock as deep into her cunt as she could get it. Harry established a quick fucking pace, sending his penis again and again and again far inside her smoldering depths. Her cunt-walls gripped and massaged his fleshy prick. His cock-tip banged against her cervix on every instroke. This was the lusty release he had been longing for all day. He was ready for this!
Eyes closed, face distorted in a totally preoccupied sexual leer, Doris ground her cunt up against Harry's driving loins. She opened her thighs as wide as she could get them, giving him lots of room to ream her wide. She was totally receptive, totally eager. Her deep-throated moans gave her husband ample encouragement to throw his best efforts into fucking her hot hungry cunt. "Aaaaaaiiieeeeee! Oh Harry, do it, do it! Fuck meeee! Oooohh, it's soooo wonderful!"
Walter watched beads of sweat stand out on the husband's face as his muscular buttocks worked ffenziedly up and down over his wife's straining, writhing body. "Jeez, it's good, Doris!" Walter heard Harry roar. The rest was the big older man's hurried panting mingled with Doris's wanton shrieks and moans. Doris had her knees bent, feet planted firmly on the bed on either side of Harry. She was thrusting her pussy up at him with demonic energy, wailing at every filling satisfying instroke. Walter could see the muscles in her neck standing out, betraying her mounting crisis. Right now, Doris looked like a woman who could keep on fucking forever. She was obviously completely absorbed in what was happening to her.
She wanted to fuck, and keep on fucking! No doubt about that!
"Oooohh, baby! Oh baby! I don't know how much longer I can keep this up!" Harry's voice was panting, desperate. He was beside himself with excitement.
"Oh God, Harry!" Doris's reply was feverish in its intensity. "You've got to keep going! You can't stop now! Uuuuhh... Harry ... it's so good! I want more and more..." Her feet lashed his buttocks mercilessly, egging him on. Then, once again, she planted them on the bed and thrust upward, determined to get every iota of sensation from this coupling she could get. She felt an awesome new sensation of being filled deeper and fuller than ever before. She knew it was Harry's cock swelling, ready to ejaculate. "Oh Harry!" she moaned, half from disappointment, half from the unavoidable excitement of taking hot jetting sperm deep into her cunt.
His head buried in the pillow his wife lay on, Harry seemed to pay little attention to Doris's responses. He was in a world of his own. "Uuuuhh, shit... look out, baby! Here I cummmmmmm!"
From his secret hiding place, Walter saw the look of disappointment on the young wife's face and grinned. He had been right! Harry Meyeres obviously was not enough of a man for the gorgeous, sexy redhead. He fondled his cock, growing a little soft now inside his pants. Poor girl! he thought lecherously. If only she could have a cock like this to keep her satisfied!
It appeared Doris was experiencing something of the same thoughts herself. While her husband fell into a heavy slumber next to her, her hand snaked down under the covers and began to fondle her seething pussy-mound.
Doris did not like to risk discovery this way by playing with herself while her husband lay right next to her. But tonight she had no choice,. She had been so hungry. Her cunt had been wide open, ready to take whatever was thrown at it. She could gladly have fucked the night away!
Now she lay next to a sated, snoring husband with time and a hot pussy on her hands. While her fingers began to investigate the wet, sensitive folds of her vagina, she imagined being seduced by a young handsome man with boundless energy. In her mind's eye she could see him standing over her with his cock sticking out hard and ready. He was going to fuck her! And she was so ready! So ready!
He straddled her and shoved his hefty cudgel deep into her cunt-hole. She was wide open for him, wet and anxious. Her hand molded a phallus three fingers thick and buried it far up inside. "Uuuuhh!" she groaned aloud, then fearfully looked over at her husband to see if she had given herself away. It was all right. The rhythmic drone of Harry's breathing never faltered. With renewed eagerness she fucked herself with her handmade prick. Once again, the pleasure darts soared unchecked through her receptive body. She was climbing, climbing... so close ...
"Mmmmmpphh!" Her cry was only half uttered when she muffled it. Her face remained clenched in a lusty expression of spent pleasure. At last, she drifted off to sleep, images of her dream lover still vivid in her mind.
On the other side of the wall, Walter sat alone and contemplated all he had learned tonight about his new neighbors.
He felt a curious excitement. His brain teemed with thoughts and fantasies. He was pleased with himself. He. had chosen well when he leased the other half of his duplex to Doris and Harry Meyers.
The future excited Walter. Who knew what might come of it all?