Bobby gave it to her, raking his hard shaft steadily over her clit, driving her helplessly towards orgasm. Meanwhile Molly kept pace, rubbing her slit frantically and struggling not to yell with pleasure. No matter how great it felt, she had to keep quiet.
Now Karen was arching her body till her ass left the couch, greedily rubbing her clit against Bobby's pile-driving cock, till finally she exploded with pleasure. She let out a hoarse wail, and her body began to shake and rock.
"Ahhhh, yessss, whaaaahhhhh!" she howled. Her cunt squeezed and sucked at Bobby's dick, and he helplessly shot his load.
"Awwwwwww, shit! Fuck! Awwwwww!" he bawled.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yesss, ohhhhhh!" Molly sobbed.
She just couldn't hold back that cry of release as he brought herself off. Luckily for her, the two teenagers were groaning so loud that her cries were drowned out. She dropped to the ground and rolled around as the hat spasms ripped through her body.
Then she started home. She'd seen enough to prove to her that her marriage wasn't right. Every other woman in the neighborhood was getting laid, so why not her?
Tomorrow, she promised herself, she'd have a serious talk with Dick.
CHAPTER SIX
Molly woke to another hot day. After showering, she put on shorts and halter and made a big breakfast for Dick, with all his favorite food. The good smells wake him up, and he came into the kitchen smiling.
"Hey, honey, that looks delicious," he said. Molly decided this wasn't the time to talk with him about their marriage. Let him enjoy his breakfast first. But the moment he was finished, he bounced up and headed for the living room.
"There's a game starting in just a few minutes," he announced.
Molly seethed with anger.
"Just a second, Dick!" she snapped. "You made me a promise last night."
He frowned, then remembered what he'd said.
"Oh, yeah, honey," he answered, "we'll get it on – but later, after the games."
Molly watched him turn on the TV and settle down in his recliner. He'd watch a double header, then maybe another game in the evening. She'd be lucky if he even spoke to her, and if she tried to start a serious discussion, he'd be pissed off.
Well, fine. Let him watch his games. But she wouldn't be there. She marched out the back door and headed for the alley to walk off her anger. But she hadn't gotten more than a few steps before she heard a familiar voice calling her name.
"Good morning, Mrs. Morgan," came a friendly teenage male voice.
Molly whirled and glanced at the fence separating her house from the neighbors'. Their teenaged son Jeff was hanging on the fence, grinning at her, and she found herself grinning back.
"Good morning, Jeff," she said. "How are you?"
"Bored," he grinned. "My folks are gone for the weekend, and I'm supposed to look after the place. I can't go anywhere or have any friends over. It's really a drag."
"Poor Jeff," Molly laughed. "They've made you into a watchdog. Well, I'll come over for a moment and chat. Would that help?"
"It sure would," Jeff sighed.
He dropped behind the fence and opened the gate for her. Molly was amused. Jeff had had a crush on her ever since she could remember, and now he was ogling her petite curvy body and doing a poor job of hiding his interest.
Of course Jeff was just a little kid to her. She could recall him in grade school, and she remembered when his voice changed. She hadn't really thought much about him lately, and now she looked him over and was surprised at how much he'd grown.
Jeff wasn't a little kid any more. He was a young man, taller than Molly, and very attractive. Lean, hard-muscled, and blond, he had a really sexy smile. He looked so good in his swimming trunks, his body sleek and smooth.
Watch it, Molly, she told herself. He's not for you.
She was a married woman, after all, and this was the son of her friends. She tried to act cool as Jeff led her over to the blanket where he'd been sunbathing. He stretched out on his belly, and she sat beside him.
"SO what's new with you, Jeff?" she asked. "Enjoying school?"
"I'm doing okay," he said, "but I can hardly wait to get to college and be on my own."
Molly noticed that he was gawking at the cleavage of her ripe tits. Her skimpy halter didn't hide much. She reddened a little and said the first thing that popped into her mind, just to keep the conversation going.
"I bet you have a lot of girlfriends," she smiled.
Jeff groaned. "I date a lot, but I don't get anywhere."
Molly felt a shiver of excitement, left was telling her that he was still a virgin and that he was damned sick and tired of it. Here was a chance to do both of them a favor.
Jeff ached to make it with a woman, and Molly ached to be fucked. They could help each other out in a very big way. She knew Jeff was willing. He couldn't take his eyes off her. And she found him so attractive. Would it really be so terrible if they helped each other? Nobody had to know about it.
"That's why I wanta get away to college," Jeff was going on. "So I can have my own place. Maybe then it'd be easier to get somewhere with girls."
"Jeff, you have sex on the brain," Molly laughed. "But I guess that's normal for a guy your age."
"Don't you think about sex, Mrs. Morgan?" he asked.
Molly blushed, but not with embarrassment. It was a hot flush of lust.
"Sure, I do, Jeff," she said softly. "I think about it a lot. And by the way, why don't you call me Molly? We've known each other long enough for that."
"Sure, Molly," he said, his voice a little husky with horniness.
"You look like you're getting sunburned," Molly said, reaching for a tube of sunscreen. "Let me put some of this on you."
She squirted the cool lotion into her hand and started rubbing it into his back and shoulders. Jeff gave a blissful sigh and closed his eyes. Her gentle but seductive female touch felt good to him. Molly found herself getting dizzily horny as she touched his firm hot skin.
Okay, dammit, she thought, I'm going to do it.
She'd never even considered cheating an her husband before, but all she had to do was picture Dick lounging in front of the TV set watching football, and her guilt went away. He should be fucking his wife, but he preferred his damned games.
Fine, Dick, she thought, you have your football, and I'll have Jeff.
She rubbed the sunscreen into Jeff's neck and arms, then worked her way down his back and under the waistband of his swimming trunks. She touched the hard rounds of his ass and felt molten cream spurting from her cunt.
"Do you ever sunbathe naked, Jeff?" she asked.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "In fact I was doing it when I heard you come out of the house. Then I put my trunks back on."
"Well, there's no need to be shy around me," she said. "You can just be yourself. And if you don't wear trunks, you could get burned here, too."
She squeezed his nice trim ass as she spoke. Then she pulled off his trunks, leaving him naked. Jeff cast her a surprised look, but he didn't say anything. He closed his eyes again and sighed with pleasure as she worked the lotion into his ass.
Jeff's legs were slightly parted, and Molly could see his fat young balls and the base of his cock. She almost growled with longing for him. Yes, this guy would be so easy to seduce and so grateful. He'd never tell on her, either. He wouldn't want to spoil a good thing.
So she felt perfectly safe. Nothing short of World War III was going to tear her husband away from that football game, and Jeff's parents were away. It was the perfect setting for her first adventure in cheating.
She slid her hand between his thighs and cupped his balls.
"Jesus!" Jeff gasped.
Molly said nothing, but she was breathing hard as she massaged his hot firm nut sacs. She was creaming, too, a steady hot flood that soaked through her shorts and panties. Now that she'd made her decision, she didn't look back. No guilt for her, no regrets.