Chapter 1
Emily Goodwin was almost at the back door of the Johnson house when she heard the moan. Emily immediately recognized what it was.
She was thirty years old, and even if she was the wife of a preacher, she knew what a woman in the throes of sexual pleasure sounded like. She made sounds like that herself, or she had made them in the days before her marriage.
Sometimes she thought that being married to a preacher was a chore. Jeremiah never did pay her much attention. It was true he was twenty years older than she, but it was almost as if he had no interest in women.
Now Emily's pussy quivered as she heard the moan once again. It had to be Lucy Johnson. The trouble was that Brian Johnson, Lucy's husband, was out of town on a road trip and whoever was in the kitchen with Lucy certainly wasn't her husband.
Emily knew she shouldn't pry, but her curiosity got the better of her. She just had to see. She had never in her life seen people doing it and she was shivering with excitement.
Moving stealthily towards the back window of the Johnson house, Emily carefully positioned herself so that she could see into Lucy's kitchen. Her heart pounded and her eyes widened with amazed excitement.
She could feel the little button of her clit hardening between her cuntlips. It seemed awful to be standing there wetting her panties but she felt almost glued to the spot. Her cuntjuice gushed freely now and she just couldn't help it. The scene in front of her eyes was too good to miss.
There was a man in the kitchen with Lucy.
He was sitting down on a chair and Lucy was standing in front of him between his knees. Emily thought she recognized him. He looked like Hank Nicholson, a member of Jeremiah's congregation. At the moment Hank certainly had no interest in religion.
Lucy was standing there stripped to the waist with her heavy pink-nippled tits hanging over his face and Hank was busily fondling and squeezing the two cantaloupes of tit-flesh.
Emily quivered. She was impressed by the size of Lucy's tits. They were much bigger than her own. Lucy's nipples were enormous and looked swollen, almost as though she were pregnant.
Hank's fingers were squeezing and pulling at Lucy's long nipples. Another moan came gurgling out of Lucy's throat as she closed his lips over one of her nipples and began sucking.
"Oh, yes, lover! Oh, God, yes! Suck my tit! Oh, God, yes! I love that!"
Hank sucked in a great mouthful of her titflesh, chewed and sucked and slurped, and then dropped it out of his mouth and shifted to the other one. He repeated the whole process on this tit, and soon Lucy's nipples looked like red cherries about to explode!
Outside the window, Emily shivered and trembled and squeezed her thighs together. Cuntjuice ran down her inner thighs now, and she hoped it wasn't going to wet her dress.
My heavens, Emily thought, I haven't been this excited in years!
Inside the kitchen Hank, at last, got up from the chair. Cupping Lucy's big tits in his hands, he nuzzled her neck and trailed little wet kisses down to her cleavage. Lucy moaned louder and slipped her hand down to his crotch.
"Oh, my Lord!" Emily gasped, staring at the bulge of his hard cock thrusting through the material of his pants.
She quivered with expectation. She knew God would punish her for standing here and spying on Lucy but she just couldn't help it. She prayed that Lucy and Hank would stay in the kitchen and do whatever they were going to do. She'd die if they left the room now and went somewhere where she couldn't watch. She had to see!
A moment later Emily stifled a gasp as she watched her friend pull Hank's zipper down and bring his big, angry-looking cock out in the open. Emily hadn't seen a strange cock in years. Not since she'd been married.
She stared fascinated at the cockjuice oozing out of Hank's pisshole and dripping slowly down to the floor. Lucy ran her fingers up and down Hank's heavily veined, purplish cockshaft. She fingered the knob of his cockhead, squeezing his spongy plum, and then she reached into his fly and pulled out his hairy balls.
Oh, my Lord! Emily thought. What have I been missing all these years!
"This is what I call horsemeat!" Lucy giggled. "You sure do have a big prick, Hank!"
"All for you, honey!" Hank chuckled. "I guess big tits deserve a big cock! They make a nice match. I sure hope Brian appreciates these tits. It would be a real shame to think they were going to waste!"
"Never mind Brian. I don't want to talk about him. Today it's just you and me, honey."
Her knees trembling, Emily slipped a hand inside the pocket of her dress. Her fingers were just able to reach her cunt mound. She found her little clit and began rubbing it. There was no way she could stand there and watch what was happening in the kitchen without touching herself!
God will forgive me, she thought. It was really Jeremiah's fault. If he had given her the attention she needed, if he had stoked her oven the way a man ought to, her pussy wouldn't be so hungry for a workout.
Yes, the truth was if Jeremiah had given her the fucking she needed she wouldn't be so damn horny!
She managed to get two fingers against the mouth of her cunthole, but her dress and panties were in the way and she had to settle for simply rubbing her cunt mound with the flat of her hand as she gazed at the couple in the kitchen.
Thank God it's my day off, Emily thought. This is so exciting it would have been awful to miss it.
Emily had a job in the front office of a nearby motel, and if this had been any other day except her day off she would have missed everything. Maybe God wanted her to see this! She thought about it and felt much better.
That was it! The Lord had arranged everything!
Inside Lucy now had her fist closed around Hank's big fuckpole. Emily watched as Lucy pumped his cock-meat up and down, all the time murmuring God knows what to him.
Emily gasped as Lucy smeared the cockjuice oozing out of his pisshole all over his cockhead, while her free hand moved down to grab his balls.
Emily could just hear them speak when they talked out loud. Now Lucy began speaking rather loudly, almost on purpose.
"Christ, what a prick!" Lucy said. "It really turns me on to hold a cock like this!
Hank chuckled. "What really turns me on is to have a pair of pretty lips wrapped around the tip of my cock. How about it, honey? How about giving the old pussy-stretcher a good hard suck?"
Giggling like a teenager, Lucy sat down on a kitchen chair and pulled her lover forward to stand between her knees. His cock swayed and pulsed in front of her face.
"It looks delicious," Lucy hissed. "I can't wait to get it in my mouth!"
Holding his balls in one hand, she extended her tongue and began licking his cockhead.
Outside the window, Emily gasped as she watched her neighbor Lucy Johnson stretch her lips wide over the swollen red knob of Hank Nicholson's cock.
Lucy expertly gobbled up Hank's cockshaft a little at a time. She filled her mouth with his throbbing fuck-meat. She purred and sighed and licked and sucked. She appeared to be having a wonderful time!
Barely breathing outside the kitchen window, Emily realized she was jealous of her friend. She hadn't had a cock in her mouth since her high school days and her mouth watered as she watched Hank's cock disappearing inside Lucy's face.
She imagined how his cockhead would feel jabbing at the back of her own throat. She imagined how it would taste on her tongue. She'd always liked the taste of cock and jism. Especially she'd loved the taste of jism!
She watched Hank buck his hips, grunting as he fucked his prick in and out of Lucy's sucking mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "That's the way, honey! That feels good! Oh, yeah, you really know how to suck cock!"
Her cheeks caved in from the suction of sucking, saliva drooling out of her mouth to soak his cockshaft and balls, Lucy sucked and slurped on his rigid fuck pole.
Emily could see little beads of perspiration on Lucy's face as she stretched the ring of her lips around his thrusting cock-meat.
The little blonde outside was overwhelmed. The sight of Lucy's lips moving up and down on Hank's glistening cock brought back to Emily memories of a time when she had been free and easy with sex. Her marriage to Jeremiah had changed all that. It just wouldn't do for a preacher's wife to have a heart filled with lust. Or, apparently, a pussy filled with cock!
Jeremiah even insisted that Emily wear her long, thick, blonde hair back in a simple bun when it looked so much more flattering hanging loose around her face.
The truth was that Jeremiah didn't want her to look sexy, and Emily had to agree that he was right about that, too. He was, after all, a preacher. But she wasn't. She wasn't a preacher and she was sick of living like one!
Emily quivered. She wasn't very good at being a preacher's wife. Her juice-drenched panties testified to that!
Instead of being horrified by the sight of Lucy and Hank committing adultery in Lucy's kitchen, Emily was jealous! She was jealous of the way Lucy's lips sucked on Hank's cock. She was jealous of Lucy's tongue swirling over his fat cockhead, and licking up his cockjuice. She was jealous of Lucy's mouth sucking and licking as Hank plunged his cock-meat in and out of her throat.
God forgive me, she thought, as she continued rubbing her pussy. She was so hot! Her cunt felt as though it were on fire! Her feet felt rooted to the ground.
There she was in the full light of day watching her neighbor suck a man's cock and loving every moment of it! Jeremiah would have a stroke if he ever learned of it!
Emily sometimes wondered if she should have married a man so much older than herself. Jeremiah was past fifty. Maybe that was the reason for their problems.
But she knew there were men even older than that who still had a strong interest in sex. It couldn't be that. It had to be something else.
Maybe their marriage just didn't work anymore. Her hungry pussy told her this was true. A married woman wasn't supposed to go around horny, was she? Isn't that what husbands were for?
Now Lucy Johnson pulled her mouth off Hank's cock and the couple in the kitchen began stripping their clothes off.
Her heart pounding, Emily watched as they moved into each other's arms completely naked. Hank's hand moved down to Lucy's crotch. His fingers slipped between her thick wet cuntlips.
Lucy's cunt hair was brown, darker than her sun-streaked hair, and her figure was still good. Her lover rubbed the mound of her pussy with the flat of his hand, smearing her cuntjuice round and round her cunt-bush.
"Oh, yes, lover, that gets me hot! That's good! Oh, yes, give it to me like that! Oh, yes, rub my cunt like that! It feels wonderful!"
Lucy moved her legs apart to expose her crotch to his hands. Emily watched her belly quiver as Hank pushed two fingers into her cunthole and slowly pistoned them in and out.
Emily trembled with jealousy and lust as she watched the finger-fucking. There was nothing that excited her more than having a man's hand on her cunt.
In the early days of their marriage, Jeremiah used to play with her pussy all the time. The feel of his fingers rubbing her clit and pushing into her cunthole had always driven her wild.
Emily had lost track now of how many weeks had passed since Jeremiah had mounted her. They always did it in the dark, as though it were something shameful.
Watching Lucy Johnson humping her pussy at Hank's hand was incredibly thrilling! "That's a juicy little cunt!"
Hank snickered. "Why don't you sit up on the table and I'll suck it a little. There's nothing better than a mouthful of hot, juicy pussy!"
Lucy giggled, obviously turned on by his lusty language. Boosting herself up on the kitchen table, she lay back and pulled her feet up to rest on the edge.
Her knees fell open to fully expose her crotch. Emily could see it all. She could see every nook and cranny of Lucy Johnson's gaping cunt.
Outside, Emily shivered with lust as she gazed at her neighbor's pink, hairy, wet pussy. The cuntlips were thick and swollen and ready for fucking. Emily could even see Lucy's clit. It stuck out at the top of Lucy's slit like a little pink cock.
Pulling over a chair, Hank sat down and ran his hands up and down along the insides of Lucy's thighs. Lucy moaned and urged him to get on with it.
"Suck my pussy, honey! I love to be eaten. Eat my cunt!"
"Christ, what a gash!" Hank hissed.
Emily listened outside barely breathing. It had been years since she'd used language like that and she realized how much she missed it. Dirty talk was a turn-on!
Now Hank plastered his mouth down on Lucy's cunt, lapping at the oozing gulch between her cuntlips.
"Oh, yes!" Lucy wailed, squirming her ass on the table, urging him on.
She mewled and sobbed with pleasure at the feel of his mouth on her hot pussy. Dipping his tongue into her cunthole, Hank drank up her cunt juice and noisily swallowed it down.
"Delicious!" Hank croaked.
"Oh, God, that's good!" Lucy moaned. "Suck it, honey! Suck my pussy! Make me come! I think I can come soon!"
She pulled her knees all the way back to her chest, rocking her crotch back and forth to grind her pussy against Hank's face.
Pulling his mouth away a moment, Hank gazed down at Lucy's cunt. He opened her cuntlips with his fingers and probed her brimming cunthole. He briefly touched her little erect clit.
"I always knew you'd be a hot little number!" he snickered.
Lucy groaned. "Oh, God, I can't wait anymore! Fuck me now! Fuck me, Hank! Stick your prick in my cunt now!"
Snickering at her need, Hank pushed the chair away and stood up. Now for the first time Emily had a good look at his cock. His prick was much bigger than she had thought. His cockhead looked enormous, a bloated knob dripping juice onto the kitchen table.
I wonder if the Johnsons eat dinner at the kitchen table? Emily thought, restraining a giggle.
Emily brought her attention back to Hank's crotch. His hairy balls dangling there between his legs looked as though they were filled with jism.
Emily shivered. He reminded her of an animal. A lusty, healthy, horny animal. Holding her breath, she watched as he moved in to stand between Lucy's open thighs.
She watched mesmerized as Hank fisted his cockshaft and pushed his bloated cockhead between Lucy's gaping cuntlips. He paused for a moment, rubbing his cockhead up and down Lucy's slit.
"Dynamite!" Lucy hissed.
Each time his cockhead touched Lucy's clit, Lucy moaned and wailed and squirmed on the kitchen table.
"Stick it in!" she wailed.
Hank grunted. Shifting forward, he shoved his cock with one smooth stroke all the way into her cunt-channel.
A long wail of pleasure came out of Lucy's throat. "Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "Oh, God, that's good! That's good! Fuck me, Hank! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Sure, baby, sure! That's what I'm here for!"
He began slowly plunging his cock in and out of her clutching cunt, and then gradually the tempo of his fucking increased.
Her hand furiously rubbing her pussy, her eyes wide as she gazed into the kitchen, Emily watched as Hank fucked her neighbor faster and faster.
He was soon pounding Lucy's cunt with hard thrusts of his rampant fuck pole. Each stroke brought a groan out of Lucy's throat. Each stroke caused Hank's balls to slap against Lucy's ass.
At last Hank bellowed, "Oh, fuck, I'm coming! Here it comes!"
"Yes!" Lucy cried. "Yes! Shoot it! Give it to me!"
Hank stiffened. "Aaargh!" he shouted, as he began shooting his load into Lucy's cunt.
Emily's fingers found her clit and rubbed in a frenzy. She imagined his jism was blasting into her pussy instead of Lucy's. She imagined his cock was pounding her cunt instead of Lucy's.
Rubbing frantically now, Emily came, moaning softly and spasming on her hand as Lucy convulsed and cried out inside the kitchen.
Lord have mercy on my soul! Emily thought.
Whimpering with jealousy and frustration, Emily crossed the yard and stole back to her own house.