Chapter 3
Terry couldn't believe her ears. The Johnsons had just sucked each other off, and that was just for openers. Of course there'd been a time when she and Ed couldn't get enough of each other, either, but that was years ago.
These two were still greedy for each other. Terry sure as hell envied that. As far as she knew, Ed would rather jack off in front of the tube than go to bed with her, and she was no dog. Their marriage had just run out of thrills.
But not the Johnsons' marriage. Paul and Linda were going at each other again, crawling all over each other, pawing and kissing. They were like a couple of rabbits who'd just discovered sex. Somehow they got untangled and ended up laughing.
"What are we doing?" Paul wondered.
"I think we're trying to get it on," Linda laughed, "but we better decide how we want to do it."
"How about my favorite?" Paul asked.
"You got it, honey," Linda said.
He stretched out on his back, and she straddled him, only backwards. This was a new one on Terry, and she watched with great interest. Linda was on her hands and knees over Paul, her pussy almost in his face, her head poised right over his cock. Terry could hardly wait to see what happened next.
Paul grasped Linda's hips and tugged her closer to his face. Her whole glistening pink slit was within reach of his tongue and mouth. Linda meanwhile dipped her head down low, so she could reach his cock. Terry began to understand.
Fantastic, she thought. I wish Ed and I could do that.
Of course they could, if Ed was up for it. But she wasn't going to hold her breath waiting. As she spied, Paul's tongue flashed out and made electric contact with Linda's pussy. Linda shivered and whimpered with pleasure.
"Yeah, eat me, lover!" she cried. "Eat me all over!"
Paul proceeded to do just that, whipping his big hot tongue up and down her luscious-looking cunt gash, gobbling up her tangy cream. She crouched there and enjoyed it for a moment, then went to work. She had a job to do, too.
She stuck out her tongue and trailed the slick hot meat around and around the head of Paul's cock. She coated the purple knob with her hot spit. Paul growled his pleasure and tongued her slit faster. It wasn't long before his prick responded to that naughty tongue-teasing.
"Ooooooooh, look at it go!" Linda squealed.
Under her lashing tongue, Paul's cock was stiffening, standing up rigid and swelling. She kept lashing it, coaxing it, and the thick column butted her face, leaving a sticky trail of hot juice. She licked up the salty cream and gobbled it, then went on tongue-lashing his cock.
Terry watched all this and felt horny out of her mind. For the first time since she was a teenager, she had the urge to play with herself. She blushed at the thought. Her mother had told her that only wicked, depraved people masturbate.
Still she'd done it all the time when she was a horny virgin teen. She'd had no other way of satisfying the powerful hot desires that plagued her then. After she was married, Ed had taken care of those desires very well, and she'd stopped masturbating.
Now she ached to do it again. Was it really so awful? She was a grownup now, able to think for herself, and she really didn't believe she'd go to hell for beating off. No, the only question was, would it be safe to do it here and now?
She glanced around quickly. She couldn't see another person around. Blushing but frantic, she slipped a hand down inside her jeans and panties. She touched the soft warm fur of her bush, then slid her hand lower, till she felt the burning wet flesh of her slit.
"Mmmmmmmmm, God!" she moaned.
Then she reminded herself sternly that she was not to make a sound, no matter how good it felt to play with herself. Paul and Linda would hear her and investigate. They'd find their new neighbor spying on them through the fence and playing with herself.
That would be so humiliating. She could never live it down. She pressed her lips firmly together and vowed to keep them that way. She began rubbing a stiff finger over the searing puffed folds of her gash, and it felt wonderful.
Thanks a lot, Ed, she thought.
After all, if it hadn't been for Ed neglecting her in bed, she wouldn't have rediscovered the fun of masturbation. She went on rubbing her slit and peering through the crack in the fence, getting double thrills now. There was the fun of playing with herself and the fun of spying.
Linda and Paul were still hard at it, raking each other with their hot wet tongues. Paul whipped his big tongue up and down over Linda's hot pussy, and she circled his cock head rapidly with her little tongue. Both were moaning and shivering.
"Mmmmmm, baby, I'm going crazy!" Linda whimpered. "Let's get on to something serious."
"Be more specific," Paul teased.
"Oh, dammit!" She laughed. "I want you to fuck me! I want you to stick this big cock in me and fuck my brains out! Is that specific enough?"
"Plenty!" Paul laughed.
Linda rolled off him and landed on her back. She just had time to bend and spread her legs when Paul threw himself onto her. He wiggled down between her hot thighs and pressed the huge swollen head of his dick against her dripping cunt mouth. As he pushed into her, he spread her delicate cunt lips wide.
"Ooooooooh, shit! Yessssss!" Linda wailed.
Terry almost groaned. She ached to get what Linda was getting, a wrist-thick rock-hard cock plowing into her starved little cunt. Of course she'd had one just last night, but only for a minute. That wasn't nearly enough to satisfy her bottled-up needs.
She rubbed her slit faster, harder, as she watched Paul's big blue-veined boner sinking deeper and deeper into Linda's hotly creaming cunt. Linda arched her body to take his meat as deep as she could get it.
"More," Linda whimpered, "give me every inch of it, honey!"
Paul snorted with excitement and gave one final hard shove, impaling her totally on his giant boner. Only his big hairy balls were showing now. He paused to catch his breath, and Linda wriggled happily on the skewer of his cock.
"Guys," she drawled, "it doesn't get any better than this."
Terry sure agreed with that. Of all the different ways to make love, she liked fucking best. She liked everything a whole lot, but there was nothing to beat fucking. She'd have given anything to be taking Ed's cock right then and there. But that was just a fantasy, nothing she could count on.
Paul started fucking Linda in long, slow, sensuous strokes. She clung to him, her ass raised off the blanket, taking his cock to her fiery depths. Thick hot cream gushed out around his prick and flooded down her ass crack.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, baby! Fuck meeee!" she squealed. "Fuck me forever, Paul!"
Terry seethed with lust and envy. Why couldn't it be like this when she and Ed fucked?
God knows, it used to be. She craved a cock so badly, she decided to imitate one. She shoved her middle finger into her burning box and began pumping it up and down.
That was better, but it sure wasn't as good as the real thing. It would just have to do. Feverishly she reamed her hungry pussy with her stiff finger and watched her neighbors fuck. It was the most kinky thing she'd ever done in her life.
Really, she'd never imagined herself doing anything this wicked and wild, but now that it was happening, she couldn't bear to stop. She just had to play with herself, and she just had to watch Paul and Linda.
It's your fault, Ed! she thought angrily. You drove me to this!
If Ed had only done his duty as a husband, she wouldn't be here spying on her neighbors and beating off. She wouldn't be creaming her jeans with lust and envy. She just wondered what Ed did for relief. Or had he forgotten about sex completely?
Paul was gradually fucking Linda faster, and Terry's finger kept pace with his pistoning cock. She found herself panting right along with Linda, and she forced herself to stop. She couldn't make a single sound. She couldn't risk being caught.
"Unnnhhhh, harder, honey!" Linda moaned. "Really give it to me!"
"Greedy," Paul leered. "You never get enough."
"Are you complaining?" Linda leered back.
"Shit, no!" he growled.
He fucked into her very hard. Terry could hear their bodies slapping together, and she could hear the obscene sucking noise of his cock as it reamed out Linda's thick cream. Those sounds drove the horny housewife crazy. They reminded her of the great sex she and Ed used to have.
Well, those days were over, and her only satisfaction was going to come from her own fingers-or from another man. She hadn't made up her mind about that. It was such a big step to take. But she couldn't go any longer without sex, that was for sure.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, you big bastard!" Linda wailed. "Fuck the living shit out of me!"
They were really going at each other now, like a couple of rutting animals, snarling and growling and humping. Terry could almost feel the hot friction between cock and cunt, and she tried to imitate it with her finger, pumping it furiously in her seething little cunt. Unfortunately her finger wasn't nearly as big as a cock.
She tried working a second finger into her steaming pussy hole, and that felt a lot better. She plunged the two stiff fingers up and down, giving herself hot stabs of pleasure. She soaked her hand with spurting juice.
Meanwhile Linda and Paul were in high gear, fucking each other with lightening speed. Linda's hips pumped to the wild rhythm of Paul's big cock. Her face was twisted with pleasure, her eyes shut tight, as she reached toward orgasm.
"Unnnnhhhh, just a little more!" she whimpered.
Paul raised himself on his elbows and sawed his rigid shaft over her throbbing joy button. That was just like pulling a trigger. Linda wailed and began to come violently, her slim body bucking and rocking.
"Ooooooooh, shit! Fuck-whaaahhhhhh!" she screamed.
Watching her, Terry slammed her two fingers as deep as she could into her famished twat, and suddenly she was coming, too, her body blasted by a powerful long climax. She fell to the grass and rolled around, furiously finger-fucking herself.
"Unnnnnhhhhh, God! Unnnnhhhhhhh!" she moaned, trying to keep quiet, but failing.
She got lucky. Linda was making so much noise as she came that no one could have heard Terry's little whimpers of release. Terry finally got herself under control, stood up shakily, and peered through the crack in the fence.
Linda was just coming down from her body-wracking orgasm. Still quivering with the aftershocks, she opened her eyes and looked at Paul. She gave him a wicked leer.
"That was wonderful, honey," she sighed, "but-"
"I know," he laughed. "You're still horny. I think I can take care of that."
He drew his dripping cock out of her, and it was still hard. Terry ached to touch it, to take it in her own hungry box. She'd gotten herself off pretty good, but it was no substitute for the real thing. Linda was so damned lucky.
Paul lay on his back, and his magnificent thick boner stood straight up, aimed at the sky. Linda looked at it and gurgled with excitement. She crawled over and straddled him, her knees hugging his hips, her soaked slit almost touching his fat purple cock head.
"Mind if I sit down?" she drawled.
"Be my guest," Paul leered.
Linda wriggled around till she'd caught the thick head of his prick between her juicy cunt lips. Then she started sliding down the thick granite column of his cock. Terry watched and tried not to moan with envy and lust. She'd love to be sliding down a thick prick right now. But whose?
It sure wouldn't be Ed's. She could predict everything he'd do when he got home from work. He'd grunt a hello or, if she was lucky, give her a peck on the cheek. Then he'd grab a beer and go turn on the TV. Except for eating dinner, he'd be stuck in front of the tube all evening.
Terry knew a much better way to spend the evening. Paul and Linda were giving a good demonstration of it right now, making love till they dropped. Linda slid all the way down Paul's massive hard-on, soaking it with her hotly gushing cream.
"You can take the controls now, captain," she grinned.
Paul snorted lustily and grasped her tiny waist. He began to fuck her in short hard jabs, and she bounced up and down with the impact. Her cute high-riding tits bounced, too, and Paul watched them with hot lusty eyes.
His gaze traveled up to her lust-contorted face, then down to her widely spread cunt lips. He watched his thick boner reaming deep in her smoking box and forcing out her thick cream. He had plenty of exciting things to look at, and he was getting wildly aroused.
He fucked her harder and harder. Linda wailed with delight as she rode his deep-driving boner. Her cream came out in thick floods, soaking his cock and balls. Terry was going crazy with need as she watched, hot cunt juice soaking through her panties and jeans. She ached to play with herself again, but she wasn't going to take another risk.
"Yessssss!" Linda hissed. "Fuck it to me, motherfucker! Fuck me crazy!"
Terry focused on Paul's big blue-veined cock as it hammered up and down in Linda's squirting box. It was torture to watch, yet she couldn't take her eyes off it. How long since Ed had given her a rough thorough fucking? She couldn't even remember. She just knew it was far too long.
If she got a chance to make it with a handsome horny guy like Paul, would she do it? She really didn't know any more. She was against cheating, she loved Ed, but she was so sexually frustrated that she might just lose control of herself.
What's happening to me? she wondered. Why am I having these crazy thoughts?
Of course she knew the answer. Her sex life was shit, and she needed to do something about it, fast. She just didn't know what to do. She shoved the problem to the back of her mind and just watched her new neighbors fucking each other to a frenzy.
"Harder, faster!" Linda groaned. "Make me come!"
Paul hammered his prick into her as hard as he could, making her slim body bounce. She closed her eyes and bared her teeth in an ecstatic grimace. Then suddenly her body was jolted by a gigantic orgasm, and she began to wail.
"Ooooooooh, fuck! You did it to meeeee!" she screamed. "I'm cominggggggg!"
"Awwwwwwww, Jesus! Aaaaggghhhhh!" Paul roared.
That was enough for Terry. She got some wicked thrills out of spying, but it was driving her insane. She fled to her house and headed right for a cold shower. She had to get hold of herself and think clearly.
The love-starved young housewife knew she was dangerously close to cheating on her husband.