Any way she figured it, the women of the world were going to be mad at her either for fucking their husbands and/or sons. So what.
Lora had herself to think about and she intended to take care of "numero uno", number on, herself!
Right now, her crotch was crazy with lust for cock and all she could do was sit and simmer in her own juices.
Divorces were terrible ordeals to go through. The after effects were worse.
Lora thought and thought about various men whom had never entered her mind before. Married men. Men who were not so horny they couldn't control themselves. Men that merely wanted variation. Men who wanted a little on the side. STEADY MEN! MEN SHE could depend on!
"Oh, my God, I dont know anybody!" she whimpered.
What was all this stuff her mother had pumped into her head during her youth about men. All they were after was a piece of tail. They were all dirty, nasty vile creatures one had to tolerate.
Tolerate, shit!
Lora wanted to violate one… or two… or three!
Lora suddenly felt so sorry for her mother and all the other women of the world. They didn't know what the hell they were missing!
Lora did! She was so hot and horny she could scream!
Exercise. A cold shower. Neither appealed to her.
She craved a cock! A hard cock! One that would stay hard and horny until she had one cum after another and then another one for good measure.She wanted a cock she could call on at anytime and get her satisfaction!
"Help me!" she screamed as if to the God of screwing.
The God of balling answered her wanton screams for help.
The doorbell rang and Lora ran to answer it.
What a relief. Somebody to talk to. Somebody to get her mind off of her problems. Somebody to visit her. Thank God!
Her face beamed when she opened the door to her neighbor's husband. He just looked super delicious to her. He had suddenly developed such a gush of sex appeal she could hardly contain herself. And she had known him for years and thought nothing about him at all, but it was his son, Bob who had caused her so much stimulation and blown his nuts and left her high and dry.
Now Ben, the father could take up where the son had so rudely failed.
How does one go about seducing the next door neighbor who has been a friend for years. She was a very positive thinker. She would figure it out.
"Come on in," she smiled.
She felt the juices trickle down the inside of her thighs.
"I just wondered where my wife is. Is she over here?" he asked.
Ben stepped through the open sliding glass door to the inside of her comfortable mobile home.
"No, she isn't and I haven't seen her this morning," Lora said.
"Gee, it's nice and cool in here. Your new air conditioner really does the job, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, thanks to you. You're just so handy at fixing things," she purred.
She lead the way out into the kitchen and got two cups out of the cupboard.
"Or would you prefer beer?" she asked, reaching for the coffee pot.
"Actually beer," he said.
Lora went to the fridge and leaned into it, hiking her short nightie up to the point the very bottom of her cheeks rounded for his sight.
Ben enjoyed the look and said nothing as he grinned broadly. He had seen her in her nightie many times over the years when she had come over to have coffee with his wife. Usually she had some sort of flimsy robe over her short gown, but not today. He guess he had just hit it lucky.
Lora got two cans of beer and whirled around, pulling the gown tight across her tits so that her nips pressed against the material.
She went to the kitchen table where Ben sat and leaned over slightly to rip off the flip-tops.
From beneath her thick, dark lashes her smoldering eyes watched his sparkling blue ones gaze at the low neckline of her gown. She smiled to herself as she handed him a beer and took one herself. She sat next to him just around the comer of the table in her captain's chair.
She leaned forward to rest her chin on her hand as she looked into his deep pools of blue. Her breasts rested on the kitchen table with the nipples pressed to the flimsy material as she talked to her neighbor.
"Do you always start drinking this early in the day?" she asked with a wicked smile.
"Do you?" he grinned.
"Not usually. I have a problem though"
"Drinking is gonna solve it?" he slurped down the beer and bent the can.
She got up and immediately went to the fridge to get him another. She leaned over a little farther now since the beer was back in the refrigerator. She knew he was looking at her buns and she felt wicked and wanton.
She wondered how much beer it'd take before he got to doing her a favor.
Ben sat back in his captain's chair and enjoyed the view of her lower asscheeks. He crossed his hands and interlaced his fingers just below his belt. He felt his cock lengthen and drawl up his belly, hot, burning, leaking liquid.
A devilish grin flashed across his eyes as he said, "You know the view from here is really good…"
"About the same as from your trailer," she said with her head still in the fridge.
"Oh, things look slightly different from here."
He leaned over to look under her gown as he chuckled.
Lora whirled around and saw him bent to look up under her shortie gown. She put her hands on her hips in disgust. This gesture served its purpose, pulling her gown tightly over her breasts so her nipples jutted against the skimpy material and were visible to his dancing, wicked eyes.
"Do you want a beer or not?" she asked in disgust.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. I love to watch you looking for it and I sure hope to hell the beer is way back on the shelf and you have to reach for it."
She watched the dark haired man lean back in his chair and laugh openly. His white, even teeth sparkled against his deep tan.
"Shut up. All I'm trying to do is get you a can of beer and you're not supposed to look. You know better than that!" she snapped.
"Do I? I know a good thing when I see it. Your ass looks pretty good to me. So, if you don't mind, I'll look at it…" he laughed heartily.
She dodged to avoid his big hand that came at her and caught the hemline of her shortie. She tugged to get away and all he did was hold the material by the hem and laugh as his thumb and finger held on and playfully kept her standing right in front of him.
Her rigid nipples pressed tightly to the material right at his eye level.
"Do you want your beer?" she asked impatiently.
"Not particularly," he said.
"Then let go so's I can sit down and finish mine," she said.
"I don't want to do that either," he grinned broadly.
"I'm afraid to ask you what you do want," she smiled.
"That's it!" he laughed.
She knew the heavy laugh lines around his eyes had gotten there over years, and years of tormenting and teasing and laughing. She also knew Ben had his very serious side.
Today he was being playful and she wasn't going to have to do a thing to urge him on to bigger and better things than beer. Her own jugs would be a good start.
She looked at her nipples pressing obscenely against the material of her flimsey nightie.
"See? You're upsetting me and you're also gonna rip the material," she said with the juices leaking down her inner thighs.
"I wouldn't dream of doing that," he laughed.
With one swift motion he stood up and whisked her skimpy nightie off over her head.
"You're embarrassing me," she said, flushed.
"You! Ha, ha!" he mimicked. "You like it and you know you do."
"Shit on you. That's every guy's favorite line, 'You like it and you know you do,' and it's a pain in the neck. What if a woman didn't really like what a man was doing, huh? What about that? Huh?"