Beth turned red with anger. Damn him anyhow-he could spend the whole evening balling the neighbor woman, but he couldn't even spare his own wife a few seconds of conversation. And to think he'd told her he was "over the hill" as far as
sex was concerned, too old and tired to do it any more. Bullshit-he didn't have any problems with Dotty.
No, it was only Beth he neglected, Beth whom he couldn't even bother to talk to. She stalked angrily into the bedroom, stripped naked, crawled under the covers, and proceeded to play with herself till she came. She didn't care if Howard discovered her or not. She was through caring about his feelings, dammit. She wasn't going to postpone her sexual satisfaction a moment longer.
Beth ran her hands swiftly up and down her tall sleek body, feeling the firm silky skin. She certainly wasn't unpleasant to touch. She cupped and gently squeezed her apple-size tits, which poked straight out, firm and saucy, even though she was forty years old. Her tits weren't as big as Dotty's, but they were just as pretty, just as youthful.
"Bastard," Beth muttered.
She was really angry at Howard, and she didn't give a damn if he walked into the bedroom and caught her playing with her own body. Maybe it would teach him something-not to neglect his wife in bed. She moved her hand on down to the puff of copper curls over her mons. The hairs were delicate, fine, and fragrant. No, there was nothing ugly about her, nothing to turn him off.
She pressed down on her small furry mons and felt the light pressure in her sensitive little clit. She felt a spark of arousal. Wriggling a finger between the plump moist lips of her mons, she touched the tender little shaft of her clit and began to rub it in
a steady up and down motion. Almost instantly heady pleasure seeped through her body, making her moan softly.
"Yes, yesss," Beth murmured as she gently stroked her highly sensitive clit.
It never took her long to come this way. Her clit was so easily stimulated, such a powerful source of pleasure, that all she had to do was nib herself there for a few seconds, and she was off and flying. Now she felt the scalding hot juice running from her aroused cunt, felt her tiny joy button swelling up stiff and erect like a miniature cock. It wouldn't be long now
Moaning steadily, Beth began to rub even faster and with more pressure on the wet hard lump of her clit. Her whole pussy was soaked by now and throbbing with need. She arched her slim body and brought her long legs close together, increasing the delicious friction of her rubbing. Suddenly she was over the edge, coming, the room spinning before her eyes, her body writhing and rocking. Pleasure stunned her for long blissful seconds.
"Ahhhhhhh," Beth moaned.
At last the delicious convulsions stopped, and she pulled the covers over her and settled down to sleep. No, it never took her long to come by frigging herself, but there was something missing in that method, something she still wanted very badly. She wanted a man's hairy body pressed against her, and above all she wanted a stiff thick cock inside her. Oh, God, what she wouldn't give for that.
But the only cock in this house was apparently
not for her. It belonged to her husband, but he was offering it only to Dotty Devon. It really looked as if Beth, if she ever wanted to get laid again, would have to find another cock. And why the hell not? Howard had found himself another cunt…
As she fell asleep it was on a note of anger. She was furious with Howard for neglecting her, forcing her to masturbate like a guilty little kid, fucking the neighbor woman when he should have been doing his duty with Beth. She'd get even with him…
The next morning was Saturday, and Beth woke early. Howard was deeply asleep beside her, having stayed up late. She blinked and yawned, and the next thing she felt was a strange mixture of anger and lust. She glared at Howard, the cause of her horniness, and then she moaned with need. Her pussy seemed swollen almost to the bursting point with pent-up lust. But it would be foolish to expect her cheating husband at help her out.
By God, she had a good notion to fuck the first man she met today
Beth bounced out of bed and took a cool shower, hoping to dampen her arousal, but it was no go. All she could think about was finding some relief for that lusty itch in her long-neglected twat. Why not, dammit? If Howard could cheat, so could she. She had every right to just walk out of the house and get it on with the first guy she met.
So she did.
Blushing but determined, Beth dressed hurriedly in clinging shorts and t-shirt, not bothering with a bra. She decided just to take a walk around the
block and see if she ran into anybody. It was like a game, a dare. She wanted to see just how well she'd do at this sport of adultery.
She left the house, passed the Devon house, and there was Ralph West, taking out the garbage. She certainly hadn't had to walk far to meet a man-less than a block.
"Hi there, Beth," he said with a grin. "You're up early."
"All us good people get up early," said Beth, giving him her warmest smile. "My lazy husband is still asleep."
"Yeah, so's my wife," said Ralph. "She watches that damned tube till I think her eyes are gonna fall out. She was up till all hours last night watching some Italian movie.
"Oh, yes," Beth sighed, "that's the one Howard was watching. I guess we've been widowed by television, Ralph. But at least we get to enjoy the morning before the air's full of smog."
They chatted, and Beth wondered if she really wanted to try seducing her old friend and neighbor, Ralph West. Ralph was a very nice guy, and he was even attractive in a bearish sort of way-but the idea of going to bed with him was almost incestuous. He'd been like a brother to her.
"I wish I could get Tina up this early," he was saying wistfully. "She wastes half the weekend sleeping."
"I know how it is," said Beth. "Howard won't be awake till noon."
She and Ralph could help each other out. They both felt neglected, they both needed an attractive
member of the opposite sex to talk to. She must forget that brotherly feeling and start looking at Ralph as a possible lover. She was sure he'd be easy to seduce…
"Hey, you wanta come sit on the patio and have some coffee, Beth?" he said. "I just made a pot."
"Why, thank you, Ralph," she said. "I'd love that."
She could think of something else she'd like even more. As they walked to the patio, she studied Ralph's powerful burly body and got more and more interested. She'd fucked only one man in her whole life, seen only one man naked. Howard was in good shape for his age, but he was naturally slim. It would be a thrill to make love to a totally different type of man, a real gorilla like Ralph.
Ralph got the coffee, and Beth was careful to inch her chair very close to his, so that their knees touched as they talked. If Ralph noticed how close she was sitting, he didn't seem to mind. He was wearing ratty old jeans and a torn t-shirt, but nothing could detract from his big muscular body. Beth was dying to know how it would feel to lie naked next to him, to be embraced by such a man.
But how was she to proceed? She had no idea how to seduce a man. It'd been twenty years since she and Howard courted, and she'd even forgotten how to flirt. Damn, she wished she could just come out and tell Ralph her problem and- My God-why not?
Why not just tell him? Beth considered it. The very worst that could happen was that he'd say no. He was a gentleman and wouldn't report the
conversation to anyone else. It certainly would save a lot of time to just tell him straight out what her problem was and what she wanted from him.
As if reading her thoughts, Ralph said, "You look worried about something, Beth. Wanta talk about it?"
"You're so kind, Ralph," she said gratefully. "As a matter of fact, I am worried-about Howard and me. We-we just aren't making it any more."
Blushing and finding it very hard to talk about such things, she gradually unfolded the story for Ralph, who listened attentively. She told how Howard wouldn't make love to her any more, how he was always too tired. She told how hard this was on her, how her need for sex continued. That was the hard part, to admit that she was horny, but somehow she managed to say it.