The Colonel accepted his wife's word stoically, but he wasn't a bit pleased about her decision. The Colonel was still ready for quite a few years of fooling around, but if Gladys didn't want to do it any more, there was nothing to do but respect her decision. Gladys had never really gotten the kick out of it that he did anyway.
The Colonel got silently out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub and massaged his stiff cock. Maybe Gladys was all through with sex, but his hard prick didn't have to agree with her decision. The Colonel was ready for a little fucking and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
Suddenly The Colonel's ears perked up. There was water running in the apartment next to theirs. Young Belinda Summers must be home from her night shift as a telephone operator. She was probably taking a quick shower before joining her husband Tony in bed.
The Colonel got up and locked the bathroom door. He certainly didn't want Gladys waking up and walking into the bathroom to find out what he was doing.
It didn't take long to remove the loose tile in the bathroom wall. The Colonel put his eye to the crack that appeared in the plaster and his knees started trembling as he peeked right into the bathroom next door. Belinda was in the shower all right, he could see her clearly, soaping her large melon-shaped titties and rubbing the washcloth all over her shining wet body.
"Whew!" The Colonel sighed, fingering his stiff cock.
Just watching Belinda was making his cock throb in a very exciting way. He watched as the washcloth dipped lower, brushing against the sweet brown curls of her pussy and soaping her wet beaver gently. Belinda was singing now. He could hear her.
Belinda's eyes closed against the stinging warm spray of the showerhead. She was thinking about Tony, wondering what time he would get home. Tony was probably working late. She would have plenty of time to get all fresh and clean for him. Tony usually wanted to fuck when he came home late and Belinda blushed just thinking about some of the things that Tony liked to do in bed.
She rubbed a little harder at her, wet, silky pussycurls and giggled in anticipation. Maybe Tony would stick his tongue in her pussy tonight, the way the girls had been talking about at work. That wasn't likely to happen though. Tony didn't believe in doing anything that wild. He wanted her to behave like a lady in bed, something that Belinda tried to do, but it was hard sometimes when the hot thrills raced through her pussy and she wanted to scream out in lust. Tony said that wasn't proper though. He didn't want a whore in bed – just a sweet, innocent, little wife.
Belinda sighed. It was hard being sweet and innocent all the time. She wondered what it would be like to be wild, like Tony said whores were. She wouldn't mind trying it just to see what it felt like. She'd even suck his cock if that was what he wanted. Tony didn't seem to want anything like that though.
All he ever wanted to do was to shove his cock between her legs and flood his hot, sticky cream up her pussy. That was nice. Belinda loved it, but sometimes she hungered for something a little more wild.
Thinking about what she and Tony did in bed made Belinda's little pussy start to twitch in a familiar way. She tried to keep her hands away from the little joy button at the top of her sweet pussyslit but it was no use. It was Tony's fault. If he'd been home on time, everything would have been just fine. He wasn't there though and Belinda just had to do something now. Her pussy was so hot it felt like it was going to burst into flames.
"Ooooh, no," Belinda sighed as her fingers slipped between the puffy pink lips of her pussy. "It's not nice. Ooooh, no!"
She couldn't seem to stop though. Her fingers glided over the smooth skin of her pussyflesh and she sighed lustfully as she found the erect lump of her clit sticking right out of the top of her shiny pussy.
Belinda tried to pull her fingers back. This was absolutely shameful. She couldn't stop now though. Her pussy was fluttering wildly and there was an ache at the back of her spasming cunt. She knew that she should wait for Tony but her pussy didn't want to wait. It wanted to come now, anyway it could, with her fingers or with Tony's cock, it didn't make any difference.
"Noooo!" Belinda moaned. "Ooooo, no… I shouldn't!"
Belinda didn't stop though. Her pussy was too hot to wait even a second longer. She would have to bring herself off with her fingers. It was the only way to get a little relief.
Belinda dropped the washcloth. She moved directly under the spray of water and canted her hips forward, tipping them up at the same time and pulling her puffy cuntlips apart with the fingers of both hands. Then she gasped in joy. The hot spray was splattering right against her clit, sending shivers of passion through her trembling body.
Belinda reached up and adjusted the spray of water until it was just the right temperature. It felt like a long, hot tongue lapping against her throbbing clit. That was how it would feel if someone licked her pussy. It was just wonderful!
The Colonel sighed lustfully. Tonight he was really getting a treat. If he could watch Belinda play with her pussy every night, it would more than make up for fucking Gladys' pussy. These young girls were really something. Somehow The Colonel couldn't imagine Gladys doing something like this.
The Colonel almost groaned right out loud as he watched, the water buffeting Belinda's hot little love button around. He could see that she was really enjoying it. She was making little gurgling sounds, and her eyes were glazed with passion. Her titties were swelling up now, and quivering as the water pelted down on the rosy little nubs of her nipples. The Colonel knew just how they would feel if he could reach out and touch them… hard and rubbery and very, very hot. That was the way nipples should feel.
Suddenly The Colonel realized what an uncomfortable position he was in. His legs were aching and he eased himself down until he was sitting in the bottom of the bathtub with his legs out over the side. That was much better. His cock still felt like a branding iron though, bunched up inside his pants that way. The Colonel pulled down his pajama pants and sighed. That was much better. His cock was sticking straight out now and he grasped it firmly in his hand, waiting for Belinda to do something else to her hot little pussy.
Belinda sighed lustily. She dropped one hand down until her fingers touched the spasming hole of her cuntmouth. It felt so good that she poked her finger in a little way. She could feel her pussy muscles tugging and nipping at the end of her finger. Her stiff little finger felt almost like a tiny cock, poking right in the mouth of her pussy that way.
The feeling gave Belinda a very naughty idea. Why not really pretend it was a cock.
She could bunch her fingers together until they were, the size of Tony's cock and really give her hot pussy a treat. She could fuck herself just like Tony did… it might even be better. With the water pelting against her throbbing clitty that way it felt better than fucking with Tony already.
Belinda felt guilty. There must be something wrong with her. She never felt this wonderful when Tony was fucking her. Maybe she was frigid like some of the books said. Maybe she couldn't get off because there was something wrong with her. Belinda didn't really believe it though. She always had lots of fun when she played with her pussy. She just didn't have that much fun with Tony. Tony didn't make the wild thrills that her fingers did.
The Colonel couldn't stop himself. When Belinda thrust her fingers into the gaping hole of her cunt, he imagined that his cock was dipping in and out of her sweet pussy. It was his cock giving Belinda those thrills, not her slim fingers at all. The Colonel pressed his fingers tightly around the jerking length of his cock and whipped it back and forth, jacking it off just like Belinda's tight, clutching pussy would do if he were really fucking her.