And from behind him, Tina's voice whispered, "Owen, lover."
He turned, determined that he was putting his foot down with her, but when he saw her, he couldn't say anything. His mouth gaped open, and his eyes felt as though they were going to leave his head with shock.
Tina had already removed her blouse, and was slithering out of her tight jeans, peeling them down over the fullness of her hips and thighs even as he stared at her. She was so eager that she had pulled her nylon panties with her jeans, and as he watched, held transfixed by his increasing lust for her, she stepped out of her clothing, kicking her jeans to one side, and then leaving her legs spread wide apart, her head and shoulders pulled back, her hands knuckled provocatively at him with her mouth parted, the tip of her wet, pink tongue showing kitten-like. The moist, petal-like, softly hair-fringed lips of her vagina were presented lustfully to his eyes, and the pure black kinked hair of her cuntal mound glistened with the reflection of her overhead lights, tiny drops of her cuntal lubrication looking like jewels in the thickly matted jungle. Her high, smoothly rounded breasts seemed to quiver as though they had some inner vibration, the nipples hard and distended. Her long slender legs were moist with the flowing juices from her passion-flowered cuntal mouth.
"You like what you see?" she asked. "Do you like what your neighbor has? You can come and take it, Owen, love."
"Jesus!" The word choked past his dry throat, and that was all. He could only stare at her, at her totally salacious, wanton pose… and his cock began its maddening pulsations again.
Slowly, deliberately, Tina lowered her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and pressed her fingertips to her coal-black curling pubic mound, caressing herself down between her legs, her nails glistening as they blazed a path through the thick silken hair of her cuntal mound. When her fingers reached the glistening pink slit between her legs, she placed the thumb and fore finger of her right hand on either side of the soft shining lips and gently spread them apart, revealing the tiny pink bud of her clitoris to Owen's lust-ridden gaze. With her left forefinger then, she traced up her cuntal slit until her fingertip came into contact with the miniature phallus. She tweaked it once… twice… sending more and more of her cuntal lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. Then her middle finger went lower and poised at the lips of her vagina, finally slipping easily up inside, buried all the way to the second knuckle. She pulled it out, then slid it in again… pulled it out, slid it in, finger-fucking herself with glazed-eyed abandon. Faster and faster her finger slid wetly, hotly in and out of her naked, tight cuntal sheath, and as she rolled and twisted her hips with delight at the sensations searing through her loins, Tina began to talk to Owen in that low, sensual voice she had been using ever since she talked to him earlier in the day.
"I want you to fuck me, Owen. I want you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before. You can do it, love, I know you can. You have a nice big cock, and I want it so bad. I want to feel your cock in my cunt. My fingers aren't enough, Owen… I have to have your cock…"
Owen couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hell, there had been women throwing themselves at him when he was in college, but not even the most wanton of them went this far to have his cock fucking in them. He could feel himself falling from his resolve to remain faithful to his wife, and his fear that Bob might come home and find him fucking Tina hardly seemed to matter anymore. Shit… whatever it was that he had had in college was still with him, and if Rita didn't want it, then why not give it to Tina? This finger-fucking little bitch was more than asking for it. She couldn't have been more convincing if she had pressed a gun at his head. He was going to fuck this naked cunt all right.
And boy, was he going to fuck her!
Making an almost inhuman groan in his chest, he walked over to her. He watched her middle finger cease its rhythmic motion in and out of her vagina as he approached, and her smile became totally wanton as she knew that she had triumphed. His hands went to her, pulling her finger away from her tight cunt with a loud wet sluicing sound, rubbing her body hard against his, grinding her naked hips against him as her mouth sought and then found his.
Then her hands were on his belt, feverishly pulling it open, as though she couldn't wait for him to get around to taking his own clothes off. She tossed his clothing around the room uncaringly.
Now he was as naked as she was, his thick, blood-enraged cock standing out at an acute angle from his loins, quivering, seeping seminal fluid.
"Oooooooohhhhh… Owen… it's… it's huge!" she said, hardly able to contain her shock at its massiveness. She had felt how big it was when she had been stroking it through his pants, but now that she could see it, she knew that she had underestimated its size. For a moment, she wondered if its massiveness would actually fit between her legs, and she swallowed hard in her anticipation of what it would feel like ramming all the way up into her belly, filling her to the brim with the river of sperm she was certain he could shoot into her.
"You wanted it, lover, and now you're going to get it," Owen said, feeling himself in total command. He delighted in the shocked expression on her face as she gazed at his penis. Shit, she may have teased and seduced him, but he was feeling those old sensations coming back to him… those feelings he had had when he was in college, and he was going to show this black-haired wanton what a real penis was like. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it," he said, pursing his lips, feeling a surge of strength.
The sound of his voice broke the spell the sight of his cock had put her under, and she laughed, delighted. She pulled him down to the floor, entwining her body with his. Owen didn't care about anything now except this soft, musky-smelling neighbor who was pressed tightly to him. Hell, if her husband came home right now, he wouldn't be able to stop fucking Tina. Bob would just have to wait! Dimly, he thought that he might feel something like regret that he had cheated on his wife, but after what she had told him about his not being able to please her, that was just too bad.
Owen showered hot, moist kisses over Tina's face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth cheeks of her ass, cupping her buttocks, squeezing the pliant, dough-like flesh which had looked so nice straining against her jeans. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside, racing along the soft sensitive skin of his inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly locked bodies, locating the searing hardness of his fully expanded penis. He gasped as the hot scorching tips of her fingers circled around his lustfully rigid cock, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled together, as though they were trying to blend into one. Tina crushed the full length of her body desperately against his and ground her pelvis hard onto him. Then she twisted suddenly, pulling him astride her, opening her legs wide, her cunt flairing, eagerly waiting.
The lust-incited young wife's hands were running wildly up and down his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the tautly clenched cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as though he were a new toy for her to play with.
Owen suspected that she still thought she had the upper hand. Well… he decided that he would put an end to that once and for ail. He pulled his body away from her, determined that he was going to make her a squirming mass of female flesh. She had tried to control him, but he knew how he would get the total upper hand. He lifted his body up off of her, despite the fact that she was trying to keep him down.