Jane Fox
Swappers next door

CHAPTER ONE

Liv Adams mixed herself a stiff drink. She flopped down in the new living room chair and propped her long, tanned legs up on a stool. Then she looked down at her full, curvy figure and sighed.

Liv had on a new, sexy nightgown. It barely covered the rosy hard nipples of her thrusting titties. Liv knew that she looked good enough to eat. It hadn't made any difference though. Jim had passed out right after he came home from the office, three hours late again, as usual. It didn't do any good to get dressed up for Jim. He was more interested in the bottom of a bottle of scotch than he was in her lush curves.

Liv sighed angrily. She heard her husband's snores coming from the bedroom. She had been hot all day. She thought that Jim would fuck her for sure when she planned their evening. She had the drinks mixed on time and she waited in her sexy nightgown. Nothing had worked out the way she had planned it though. Jim had come straight home and flopped on the bed.

Liv tasted her drink and shivered slightly. Her pussy rubbed against the silky material of the gown and she shivered again. She was burning up with lust. She just had to do something to get Jim to fuck her. It had been two weeks since he had touched her.

A smile flashed across Liv's face. There was only one thing she hadn't tried. She had nothing to lose.

Liv stood up with a determined expression on her face. She walked into the bedroom and stopped in the doorway. Jim was lying crosswise on the bed, snaring drunkenly. He looked like he wasn't going to be good for anything except eight hours of sleep. She had to try though. It was her last chance.

Jim sighed as she rolled him over to his back. He kept right on snoring even when Liv reached down and slid down the zipper on the front of his pants.

Liv pulled out Jim's cock. It was limp, like a noodle. She couldn't believe that this had been the man who had swept her off his feet with his hard, stiff cock only four years ago. Jim's prick looked so limp that it was hard to imagine it stiff and powerful.

Liv knelt down at Jim's side. She just had to try to get his cock hard. He wouldn't have to do anything if she could only get it stiff. She'd do all the work. She just had to have something in her aching, moist pussy.

Liv ran her slim fingers over the head of Jim's cock. She stared at it, willing it to get bigger and stiffer. Nothing happened though. Her caresses were making absolutely no difference in Jim's cock. He wasn't even waking up. His eyelids weren't even flickering now. Liv sighed. This called for drastic measures. Jim had always loved it when she sucked his big cock. Maybe that would make a difference. She didn't see how he could stay limp if she did a good job of licking and sucking his prick.

The tip of Liv's tongue shot out. She licked over the rough surface of Jim's balls and was rewarded by a small groan. That was encouraging.

Liv licked up the limp shaft of Jim's prick, all the way to the head. Then she ran her tongue around the head in little darting circles, hoping for a miracle. Whoever was passing out miracles that night didn't seem to take kindly to her ministrations though. Jim's cock remained as flaccid as ever.

Liv opened her mouth wide. She sucked the tip of Jim's cock right into her mouth, sliding it down her throat. It was easier to suck when it was soft like this. She could fit the whole thing into her mouth. Liv sucked and licked for a long time. She was encouraged by several drunken groans from Jim, but nothing happened to the size of his cock. Her hot mouth and squeezing throat were doing nothing to increase the size of Jim's prick. It seemed almost smaller than before. "Damn!" Liv sighed, letting Jim's dangling cock plop out of her mouth. It flopped back on his belly like a small pink worm. There was no use in going on with it. Liv was positive that she could suck Jim's cock all night and he wouldn't even feel it.

The itch in Liv's pussy was getting stronger and stronger. That always happened when she sucked cock. There was nothing that Jim could do to take care of her cunt though, when he couldn't even get his cock hard. She would have to take care of her pussy herself, like she'd done so many times in the past year.

Liv walked back to the living room and stared out the balcony window. There were plenty of men out there with stiff cocks. Why couldn't she have married one of them?

Liv's face felt hot and flushed. She pushed her dark hair back from her forehead and shivered. She knew lots of women in her predicament who would go out and find another man to take care of their lust. Liv didn't quite have that kind of nerve though.

Liv wrapped her arms around her body. She wished that she had a man to hold her… to drive his big cock into her eager pussy and make her come. That kind of thinking was getting her nowhere though. There wasn't anyone around except for Jim and he was in no condition to do anything but sleep it off. There would be no stiff cock for her tonight.

Liv looked around the apartment. It was a beautiful place to live. She had thought that she and Jim would be happy here. It was a brand new high rise and there was a balcony running the length of the apartment with a view of the Washington skyline. She could see the Washington monument in the distance.

Liv opened the sliding balcony doors. The cool air felt good on her flushed face. She stepped out on the balcony and sat down in a chaise lounge. She could see lights on in the other apartments.

Liv could see a blonde woman walking past the window and there was a good-looking man sitting on the couch. It was kind of strange being able to see straight into their apartment from here.

Suddenly Liv gasped. The man pulled the blonde woman down beside him on the couch and his hands fumbled at the front of her robe. Then the robe slipped down and Liv could see the woman's high titties gleaming in the light. Now Liv wished even more than ever that she was in the apartment across the way. She sighed lustfully as the man's mouth lowered to the woman's titties and sucked one rosy nipple. Waves of jealousy ran through Liv's body as she watched. She wanted her titties sucked too. If only Jim were more of a man.

The couple across the way kissed for a long moment. Liv tried to relax and watch them. The man over there wasn't passed out cold like Jim was. That woman was lucky. Liv wondered how she managed to keep her husband interested in her. She had beautiful titties, but Liv knew that her titties were just as pretty. It wasn't fair that Jim didn't pay that kind of attention to her.

Liv sighed as she saw the blonde's hands moving across the front of her husband's pants. She tugged his zipper down and his long, hard cock popped out like a spear. Liv sighed again, wishing that Jim's cock would be that hard. The blonde's husband was really turned on. He squeezed the blonde's titties and Liv could see his cock grow bigger and harder with each squeeze.

Liv remembered how it used to be with Jim, when they were first married. Jim had fucked her everywhere. It seemed like he couldn't keep his hands off her. They had fucked in the living room, the bathroom, even the kitchen. Now she was lucky if she got a goodnight peck on the cheek.

Liv's hands reached up toward her own quivering titties. She squeezed and tugged at her nipples. It felt so good she cried out in pleasure. She pretended that the man was squeezing her titties. It felt even better that way. She could watch and pretend that she was the lucky blonde woman.

Now the woman was slipping down her husband's pants. He helped her kick them off. Then their bodies locked in a torrid embrace. Liv could see his cock pressing against her thighs.

Liv's thigh began to jerk, just as if the man's prick was pressing against her own warm flesh. She let out a muffled cry of excitement and her fingers slipped down to her moist pussy, grasping the hot, velvety mound of pussyflesh right through the thin gown she was wearing.

The blonde woman's body was trembling as her husband's prick jerked out stiffly. She wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cockshaft. She jerked it up and down, the red glossy head throbbing slickly in the light.

"Oooooh," Liv moaned. She unbelted the robe. She reached down the length of her body to cup her pussymound.

That was better. Now Liv could feel the silky pussyhair tickling her fingers and a warm flash of sensation throbbed between her puffy cuntlips.

Liv's finger slipped in, right between the quivering lips of her pussy. It glided up the hot slit of her cunt and squished through her flowing hot juices to rim the erect little button of her straining pink clitty.

"Aaaah!" Liv moaned again. She started to twirl the little love button around and around. Her body shook with passion. It felt like her fingers didn't belong to her. She wasn't playing with her own pussy. The handsome man in the other apartment was doing it to her, making her feel all these wonderful sensations.

Liv watched the blonde woman lean down. She saw her mouth approach the man's cock and her tongue slipped out. Then she was licking up the stiff stalk of her husband's prick, eating it like she was eating a dripping ice cream bar.

Liv's lips opened widely. It was as if she was the blonde woman, licking her husband's fat prick. His fingers were on her pussy, swirling, dipping, making the waves of sensation roll through her body, leaving her breathless with lust and desire.

The blonde woman slipped down to the rug. Her legs snapped out widely, exposing her ripe pink pussy to her husband's eyes. He stared at the erotic sight for a moment and then he dropped to his knees too, burying his long cock in the moist folds of her hot cunt.

"Aaaaaah!" Liv groaned. Her fingers were bunched together – three of them, the size of a cock. They plunged into her wet pussyhole again and again as she duplicated the man's actions.

Liv watched the blonde woman's body tremble. She could see the man's cock emerge from her pussy, coated with white, hot cream. She saw the woman's mouth open. She was squealing in pleasure as her husband's stiff cock reamed out her juicy pussyhole.

Liv's fingers plunged and twirled until she could barely catch her breath. Liv's body stiffened suddenly. The sweeping waves of pleasure in her pussy were getting stronger and stronger. They seemed to light her whole body on fire with passion.

Liv felt like she was on a roller coaster, speeding down a steep incline. Her legs lifted up to swing in the air, high above her head, as her hand worked frantically in her wet, snapping pussy.

The blonde woman threw her head back. Her legs shot up too, right around her husband's back. Then her body stiffened.

Liv couldn't hold back any longer. Her mouth opened. Her squeal of pleasure split the air as her fingers thrust deeply into her spasming pussyhole.

"Aaaaagh!" she gasped. "Oh, yes! AAAAAGH!"

Liv came so hard that the whole lounge chair wiggled back and forth. The delicious spasms of orgasm tore through her body and made her quiver and squeal again and again. She came so hard that she almost fell off the lounge, her legs wiggling and her asscheeks quivering on the plastic cushions.

By the time Liv looked over at the apartment again the man was lying in a collapsed heap on top of the blonde. They snuggled together and Liv could see her smile in satisfaction.

Now that it was over, Liv was shocked by what she had done. She pulled her thin robe closely around her body. Liv gazed furtively around, hoping that none of her neighbors had heard her cries. Everything was quiet and dark in the surrounding apartments. Liv shivered and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God no one had heard her!

She got up stiffly from the lounge and locked the patio door behind her. She felt better now, even though she shouldn't have taken a chance like that. At least her pussy wasn't itching and creaming lustily any more.

As Liv settled down to sleep on the couch, she tried to figure out some way to meet the couple across the way. Anyone who would fuck in front of an open window might be interested in other sexy games. Liv smiled and pulled the blanket up around her chin. She was ready to start playing games. She was sick of having to beg for Jim's attention. It was time to make a fresh start, and the place to start was the apartment on the other side of the building.