"Unnnhhhh, shit, so damned good!" Shelly wailed.
Oh, shut up, Joan thought miserably.
She had a crazy urge to masturbate. Lately she'd started doing that again, feeling like a guilty little kid. But it was her only sexual outlet for weeks at a time, and she just had to get off somehow. She ached to get off right now.
Would anybody see her? Joan glanced around. She didn't see any neighbors in upstairs windows. Her pussy was so hot and needy, she decided to take the chance. She slid her hand down inside her shorts and panties.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned softly.
She was touching the searing-hot cream-drenched flesh of her pussy. The swollen folds were very sensitive to the touch. Even a light stroking motion felt terrific. Joan rubbed her aching pussy and spied on the neighbors.
Shelly was having a nice long ride on Don's pistoning prick. Her head thrown back, her red hair flying, she was grimacing with pleasure and moaning steadily. Thick cream overflowed her crammed cunt and ran down her legs.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, Don, I love it!" she moaned.
Don was grinning like a maniac as he hammered his engorged cock in her hot and juicy fuck-hole. He obviously wasn't thinking about his wife or his marriage vows. Joan could have strangled him, yet she knew just where he was coming from.
If somebody attractive had come on to her, she knew she couldn't have resisted. She was starved for sex, and she'd take it any way she could get it. Right now, though, the only way she could get it was from her own stroking fingers.
She wanted more than that. She wanted to feel the biggest cock in the world cramming and reaming her hungry pussy. She stuffed two fingers up her cunt and began finger-fucking herself. The pleasure was instant and overwhelming.
"Ohhhh, shit," she moaned, "ohhhhh!"
She didn't have to worry about being overheard, because Don and Shelly were making plenty of noise themselves. Don was groaning hoarsely and steadily, and Shelly was squealing and whimpering as she took his pile-driving cock.
"Harder, you big bastard, really give it to me!" the redhead howled. "Make me come, Don!"
Don gave a lusty snort and fucked into her with all the speed and force at his command. Shelly sobbed in ecstasy. Her huge tits worked crazily. Watching them, Joan finger-fucked herself into a frenzy of pleasure.
Shelly stiffened for a second, then began to convulse. "You did it to meeee!" she wailed. "I'm cominggggg – unnnnhhhhhhh!"
"Awwwww, shit, awwwwww!" Don bawled, jetting his load into her squeezing pussy.
Joan dug her fingers deep into the boiling pulp of her cunt and brought herself off violently. Trying not to scream with relief, she dropped to the grass and rolled around, masturbating her way through the delicious climax.
"Ohhhhh, God, ohhhhh!" she gasped.
Then she dizzily rolled to her knees and peered through the knothole again. Shelly was sitting on Don's cock and grinning as he caught his breath.
"Thanks, neighbor," she chuckled. "I really needed that. And don't worry. Your wife will never find out."
We'll just see about that, lady, Joan thought.
CHAPTER FOUR
Joan thought long and hard about what to tell Vicky. She didn't want to hurt her friend, but on the other hand she felt Vicky ought to know that Don had been unfaithful to her.
The next day, Sunday, Frank said he was going to play golf and that Don was interested in coming along. It looked like the perfect opportunity for their wives to have a good long talk. As soon as the men left, Joan hurried over to Vicky's house.
To her surprise, Vicky took one look at her and blushed right down to her toes. "Oh, hi, Joan," she said uneasily.
"What's with you?" Joan demanded. "Aren't we friends any more?"
"Oh, of course we are, honey," Vicky said, giving her a hug, "but I have to tell you something, and it's so awkward."
"That's funny," Joan said. "I feel the same way. I've got something I ought to tell you, but I don't know how to say it."
"Okay, then," Vicky said grimly, "I'll go first. A couple days ago, on Frank's day off, he fucked Shelly. I watched through the knothole in the fence."
"Oh, my gosh!" Joan exclaimed. "I can't believe this. What a coincidence."
"What are you talking about, Joan?" Vicky cried. "What do you mean, a coincidence?"
"Well, yesterday Don fucked Shelly. I watched through the knothole, too."
"That bitch!" Vicky cried.
"That tramp!" Joan agreed angrily.
"Well, what are we gonna do about it?" Vicky asked. "I'm damned if I'll let her go on fucking my husband."
"Right," Joan said. "She's not taking Frank away from me. Tell you what. The guys will be gone playing golf till dinnertime. We could have a nice long visit with Shelly."
"Good idea," Vicky said. "We could straighten her out and let her know that she'd better keep her claws off our men."
"Let's go," Joan said.
They went through the back yards because it was shorter that way. Shelly lived just on the other side of Frank and Joan. But when the two friends arrived, they were astonished to find Frank's car in the garage.
"What the hell?" Joan exclaimed. "What's our car doing in her garage?"
"I hate to think," Vicky said grimly. "We better take a peek through the window and find out what's going on."
They tiptoed up to the kitchen window and peered inside but saw no one. Vicky signaled for silence, then tried the back door. It wasn't locked, and the women sneaked inside. They heard voices coming from the living room. There was a curtain in the archway, and Joan and Vicky hid behind it and peeked out through the gaps.
They barely kept from gasping. Shelly was sitting in her living room wearing a see-through negligee, and she had two guests – Don and Frank. The men were sitting with drinks in their hands, leering at Shelly.
"I'm so glad you two could drop by," she cooed.
"That bitch," Joan whispered, "I'm gonna go in there and strangle her."
"Simmer down, honey," Vicky whispered. "Let's just see what happens. If we butt in now, we could risk losing our men."
Joan decided Vicky was right. Don and Frank were thinking with their balls, not their brains, and they wouldn't respond to reason or to scolding. It would be best just to spy and find out exactly what was going on between Shelly and their husbands.
"Well, Shelly," Frank said, "Don and I got to talking, and we decided the only thing we can do is share you. We don't want a fight over you. We've been buddies for a long time. So do you think you can handle us both?"
Shelly laughed. "Of course, boys! I'd love to handle both of you. No problem."
"Great," Don said. "We decided to leave the choice up to you, one of us today and the other tonight. You decide who you want to get it on with right now, and the other guy will leave. So what's your decision?"
Shelly laughed again. "Boys, nobody has to leave. I can make it with both of you. In fact the idea really turns me on."
Don and Frank gawked at her, and Joan and Vicky exchanged stunned glances. What was the woman proposing? Was she really serious about making this scene into an orgy? Don and Frank were wondering the same thing.
"Uh, let's get this straight, Shelly," Don said. "You want us both here, now?"
"That's right, honey," Shelly said. "We could have a really outrageous time together. Trust me."
She stood up, untied the belt of her negligee, and let the filmy garment slide off. The men groaned as she stood naked before them, displaying her fantastic body without a trace of modesty. She was grinning broadly.
"What do you think, fellas?" she said. "Like my idea?"
"Oh, hey, Shelly, whatever you want," Frank croaked.
"Right," Don panted, "you call the shots."
"Great!" Shelly leered. "Let's start by having both of you take your clothes off."