I’ve seen the look in the eyes of my neighbour before when we have found ourselves alone at a party or get together. He stares at my tits and I swear he undresses me in his mind.
“Race will be here anytime; he mustn’t catch you in this compromising position.” I try to shake his massaging hands of my boobs but Jerry obviously likes the danger of the situation and maintains his hold.
“Your husband doesn’t pay you enough attention and I am willing to step into the breach to make up for it,” grins Jerry.
“Then what about your wife Janice, will she understand? Do you pay her enough attention? I remonstrate.
I have sensitive breasts, or is it that I am so easily swayed by a handsome man in a sexual situation? The grating of the material of my top over my nipples under the pressure of this man’s hands is causing a rush of blood to my pussy and if I don't stop him soon my panties will become moist and mustiness will pervade the air.
Just in time, we hear footsteps approaching the kitchen and Jerry steps back smartly to lean casually on the other side of the kitchen, talking absolute nonsense.
I see a brief hint of suspicion on Race’s handsome features and know that my cheeks have flushed slightly due to the sexual activity of our male neighbour. I pray that the pinkness only adds slightly to the blusher I have applied to my cheeks.
Race kisses me briefly and smiles, not giving me a clue as to what he is thinking.
“Jerry, give me a hand buddy.” Race tilts his head to signify that our neighbour should follow him, and the two men leave my kitchen.
Looking around for any prying eyes I allow my fingers to rub at the itch that refuses to be quietened at my pussy. As I put the glass to my lips and imbibe the alcoholic drink it holds I remind myself that too much of this loosens my tongue and also the string that holds my panties in their proper place.
Janice is one of those women that must have attracted her man by allowing him unlimited access to her pussy, so much so that he didn’t realise that she was only doing it to get him to marry her. She seems to shun all physical contact with him now. If he tries to kiss her cheek or to put a friendly arm around her she gets annoyed and brushes him off so publically.
However, Janice fawns over some of the younger, single men, sometimes rather too overtly, embarrassing Jerry if he is around.
I hate to see the hurt in his eyes, although he does his best to cover it with some silly quip that usually has us all laughing.
My husband Race is a mechanical lover, and I swear he fucks me by numbers. I have tried counting from the moment we start to make love to the very predictable moment when he grunts and spurts his cum; usually over my belly, which I have grown to hate. No matter how I assure him that I am protected he refuses to cum inside me, depriving me of the pleasure of feeling his cock throb and jerk inside me. I am at those times grateful that I had had a number of sexual partners before him.
Each time we neighbours have a party I enjoy Jerry leering at me, undressing me with his eyes. There is another neighbour like Jerry, and my orgasmic fantasy, when I have to resort to masturbation, is that he, Ralf, and Jerry take out their sexual frustrations on my willing body.
Race knows nothing of the masturbation sessions I have in our bedroom when he is away. He would be horrified as he believes that he is the consummate lover, bringing me to a crashing orgasm on each of the occasions that he wants to fuck. If I try to instigate sex he virtually accuses me of being a nymphomaniac.
Too ashamed of ever revealing my sexual frustration to even my closest girlfriends I giggle and join in their sometimes disgusting commentaries of their latest sexual encounters; even the married ones have no qualms about revealing, in graphic detail, their latest conquest.
Now that Jerry has made a move, I have made up my mind that I too will have a tale to boast about; although if all goes well I shall keep my secret for fear of losing the source of sexual delight.
The party is going well and I return to slave in the kitchen. Race is getting drunk as is Janice; I somehow wish that the two of them would end up in bed together and that they would find out just how useless they both are as lovers.
I’ve seen Jerry chatting to various neighbours but he has kept a wary eye on me and truthfully it has got me hot; he wants me and it is obvious. Obvious to me, and I hope no one else.
He slides into the room as I prepare more snack bits, he grins and rubs the front of his pants suggestively. I frown and mouth words for him to stops it, but lord knows I don't want him to stop.
Without even checking to see who is around he slides between me and the kitchen unit, our bodies are pressed together and I swear his cock is already hard as it pressed to my belly. His mouth is on mine and I return his kiss briefly, scared that someone will see us. I press my body to his to tell him that I approve his moves but then pull away and tell him, “Jerry! You are so bad! What if...”
His parted lips press once again on my mouth and his tongue forces my lips apart to delve briefly in my mouth.
“Oh for god sake jerry, what if Race or Janice or anyone sees?”
“I want you,” he gasps, “and soon.” Jerry looks around furtively. “I want to fuck you, Grace, arrange it.”
Although I want him badly, I am shocked at his candour, I draw a breath to admonish him but he scoots out of the kitchen, pausing only to give me a knowing wink.
In the garden we have an ancient forerunner to a refrigerator; it’s called an ice-house. Dug deep into the soil and filled with ice it keeps food, but mainly booze, ice cool all summer.
Race is deep in conversation with one of his cronies so I call to him asking what wine he wants from the ice-house. When I have his answer I collect a bag in which to carry the booze.
The key opens the lock effortlessly and I push open the door, a whoosh of cold air hits me, and in my thin summer dress I shiver and my skin erupts in goose bumps.
Taking a flashlight from a shelf I collect six bottles of wine which I place in the bag then place the bag on the ground outside the inner door. Relocking the door I bend to pick up the wine.
Suddenly hands hold my hips in a vice-like grip and a body is pressed to my ass, that body has the unmistakeable hardness of an erect cock which it grinds into my ass. The heat from whoever it is flows through the thinness of my dress, and as I wear a thong there is no other barrier to the transmission.
On my lips are the words “Jerry, you horny bastard, fuck me now,” but in time I bite my tongue as I realise that the shoes I see through my legs are those of my husband.
“Darling, this is a surprise, do we have time,” I ask in the sincere hope that we do.
Gruffly he answers, “Control those stupid urges woman and pass me a bottle then get those glasses cleared away, we shall soon need them again.”
In the dark I hold up a middle finger and mouth “fuck you,” to his back as he strides back to the house.
I stand watching my husband swagger through our guests. A shadow falls from behind me and I swing around to find Jerry grinning at me. Now is the time my would-be lover has to perform. I want fucking, and I want fucking now!
Breaking his hot kiss I lift the thin summer dress, hook my thumbs into the string around my hips and, almost overbalancing, I tear the tiny material of my panties from me.
Turning my head upwards seeking his mouth with mine I press my aching body to his. My knees bend slightly as I part my legs allowing Jerry’s hand full and unrestrained access to a pussy ripe and begging to be fucked.
My lover wants to feel and pleasure my pussy with his fingers but I know there isn't time, so I unzip his pants and fumble for his erect cock. Its hardness and girth feels so good and I stroke the length of it before, turning my ass to him and bending, I urge him to “Fuck me Jerry, fuck me hard, I need you, bury your cock in me.”
To aid the entry of his bulbous cock head I reach to my ass and pull the cheeks apart. With a grunt from Jerry followed by my squeal of delight his fatness opens up my pussy and slides into the slickness beyond, exciting the myriad of sensors that bring an intensity of sensual pleasure.
“For god sake fuck me hard Jerry we don't have time, Race will be expecting me in the house!”
He needs no further encouragement, gripping my hips tightly Jerry thrusts into my depths; it feels so good to be fucked in such a genuine and raw way. I have to place my hands on the wall in front of me to prevent the enthusiasm of his thrusts from knocking me over.
Although I am excited by the situation I am also fearful of discovery and of not being where Race wants me, so I am pleased when Jerry’s hands grip tighter and his grunts come faster, foretelling that he is about to cum.
At the point of his orgasm he buries his wonderful cock as deep as it will go, his balls pressing hot against my ass. Strong spurts of hot cum pump into me and as his energy saps away I whisper to myself, “Fuck you Race, that's how a man fucks a woman!”
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