Curt Aldrich
Wild neighborly wife

CHAPTER ONE

Carol had just hung up on Hyatt, her husband, when the doorbell rang.

"Just a minute!" she shouted, trying not to sound angry. She was angry, though – not angry at whoever was at the door, but angry at Hyatt.

It was their fifteenth wedding anniversary, and Hyatt had completely forgotten it. Not only that, but he didn't know when he'd get home tonight from the office. He had a lot of work to finish before he could leave, he claimed.

Carol hadn't mentioned to him the candlelight dinner she'd spent all afternoon preparing, nor had she mentioned the black, see through negligee she was wearing, with nothing on underneath, the negligee that had in the early days of their marriage provoked him to jump on her like a randy animal whenever she wore it for him.

Why bother to say anything! He had completely forgotten their wedding anniversary this year – again! – and if she mentioned the fact to him, he would simply have told her that he was sorry, but he had a lot on his mind, and business was business, after all. And if she expected to be able to put dinners on the table in the future, or to buy fancy clothes and furniture, then she must learn not to get upset about his staying late at the office once in a while.

He'd been giving her those same lines for years. He was hopeless! Absolutely hopeless!

As she ran up the stairs to find her robe, the doorbell rang again, and she shouted loudly that she'd be right there. Despite her hurry, she paused a few seconds in front of her bedroom mirror to admire her large, but shapely tits and her slender waistline, which showed seductively through her gauzy negligee.

She'd kept herself in great shape for Hyatt. She surely had. But the man had no appreciation of her efforts to maintain her figure. How could he? In his mania for business and his quest for more and more money, he had let his own body go completely. They already had more money stashed in the bank than they'd ever be able to use, but Hyatt acted as if they were perpetually on the verge of poverty. His work had become everything to him. The only thing that gave him a hard-on anymore was the closing of a successful business deal.

The doorbell rang a third time as Carol ran barefoot down the stairs, tying her robe as she descended. There were a few impatient knocks on the door.

"Coming! Coming!"

As she yanked open the front door, she found Fritz, stepping down off the front porch to leave. When he heard the door open, he turned back.

"I didn't think anybody was home," he said. "I'm collecting again."

"Oh Fritz, I am sorry, but my husband still hasn't arrived home and I still don't have any cash in the house. I wish I'd told you to come back tomorrow instead. I'm so used to credit cards, you know, I hardly know what cash looks like anymore."

The teen's disappointment was evident despite his attempt at a smile. "I guess I'll come back tomorrow, then."

"I really am sorry, dear. I should have run oft to the bank after you stopped in earlier, but I really did expect my husband home sooner than this."

"No big deal," he said. "I just won't have fries with my Whopper tonight."

"You mean you were counting on collecting from me so you could buy your dinner?"

"Sort of."

"Oh, I am sorry – really." She thought for a moment. "Listen, I'm going to make it up to you. I want you to step inside this door right now and have a seat at my table. I won't have a growing teen like you starving just because I can't get my act together. I have a whole dinner prepared in here and going to waste."

The teen didn't argue. He stepped right in. He ate as if he hadn't tasted food for a week, seated at the opposite end of the table from Carol and chomping loudly. Juice from the roast beef trickled down his chin. It had been years since anybody had really appreciated a meal Carol had prepared, and she almost forgot the food on her own plate as she sat there watching him, a pleased smile on her face.

He had a cute handsomeness about him, with his bushy, reddish-brown hair, his brown eyes and freckles. Shorts and a red tanktop fit his body like skin. A few bare toes showed through a hole in one of his sneakers. She knew he was a student at the local high school.

"So, how's school?" Carol said.

"Great, now that it's out for the summer. Great food, Mrs. Johnson."

"Thank you, darling, but do call me Carol. Mrs. makes me feel old."

"You don't look old to me," the teen said. "You look just right."

"Why, thank you, Fritz. You certainly know how to flatter a woman. I'll bet you're quite the lady's man. Do you have a lot of girlfriends?"

"Nah – not yet, anyway."

"No! I don't believe it, a good-looking guy like you! If I were a girl your age, I'd be climbing all over you."

The teen grinned lecherously. "Too bad you're not my age." He mumbled the words as if to himself, but loud enough so Carol could hear them. He stuffed a slice of roast beef in his mouth.

Yes, it is too bad, Carol thought, then forced a wicked idea immediately out of her mind. What was coming over her? He was only a teenaged guy with freckles, and she was a married woman pushing forty. How could she have imagined what had monetarily crossed her mind?

As the meal went on, Carol took only token nibbles at her food, and each time the teen glanced up and caught her looking at him, she flushed with embarrassment and immediately looked away. She couldn't believe she was feeling this way, didn't want to feel this way, but she didn't know how to make herself feel any different. Her imagination was running out of control.

As she worked her naked thighs together under her negligee and robe, itchiness and heat pulsed through her pussy.

She was tying to imagine what the teen's cock looked like. It couldn't be very large, not on a teen so skinny and short. She was sure his cock couldn't be very large, but she was positive it could get hard, very hard, and hot. She imagined his prick sliding between her pussylips, searing her wet fuckmeat.

The teen smiled at her, as if he knew what she was thinking. She looked away, flustered.

She hadn't experienced her first sex until college. Before meeting Hyatt in her senior year of college and pledging herself to him, she had fucked maybe a half dozen college men, no more. She'd seen maybe seven cocks in her entire life, all on mature men.

The teen belched. He licked the grease off his fingers, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "That was great."

"Thank you," Carol said, more amused than annoyed by the teen's table manners. "I enjoyed watching you eat. Now, how would you like an after-dinner drink? A glass of wine, maybe?"

His enthusiasm made her laugh. He was so much more alive than Hyatt. Compared to this teen, Hyatt was a walking dead man.

She took him into the living room and told him to make himself comfortable. When she returned with the wine, he had his legs stretched out along the couch and his shoes off. His hands were clasped behind his head, revealing a few sprigs of hair under his arms.

"Here you are, darling. There's plenty more where that came from, so don't be shy about drinking."

She sat next to him as he drank, her right thigh resting against the bottoms of his bare feet. His Adam's apple bobbed, and almost before he'd begun drinking he was smacking his lips and holding up his glass for more.

"Already?" she said. "My, you are a connoisseur of the spirits!"

"It's good," he said, and he downed his second glass as rapidly as the first.

"Wow!" he said, shaking his head in a wobbly way. "I'm a little dizzy." He held up his glass.

"Sip it more slowly this time," Carol said, tipping the bottle.

He didn't. The wine ran down his throat in three swallows.

"It sure is getting hot in here," he said, setting his empty glass down on the end table. His words were slightly slurred. "I'm starting to sweat."

"Feel free to take off your shirt," Carol said.

"If you think it will cool you off any."

The teen wasn't the only one who was hot Carol was steaming under her robe and negligee from the heat that rose up from her cunt. As her pussylips swelled, they felt as if they'd been glued together with molten paraffin. Her tits felt swollen too, her nipples on fire.

The teen peeled off his tanktop and tossed it on the floor.

"My, look at those muscles!" Carol said.

"Comes from lugging newspapers around the whole fucking town every day." The teen flexed his right bicep.

"Ooooh!" Carol reached over to feel the round muscle. "It's so hard!"

The teen giggled. "Yeah, it's real hard – real, real hard." He yawned. His eyelids had become puffy and drooping, and suddenly they closed.

"I hope you're not falling asleep on me," Carol said.

"Nah," the teen said, but his eyes stayed closed and he appeared to be slowly sinking into the couch.

"Would you mind if I remove my robe?" Carol said. "I'm starting to feel a little warm, myself."

The teen's eyes opened halfway. "Go ahead."

Fighting the effects of the wine, he gazed zombie-like as Carol laid her robe open and let it drop off her shoulders.

"That feels so much better!" Carol said. She picked up his feet and dropped them in her lap.

He gazed through her negligee, at her tits, at her navel, and she began to massage his feet. His heel rested against her cunt.

"You okay, darling?"

"I feel great," the teens said, wiggling his toes. The tip of his tongue flicked between his lips. The cock-bulge in his shorts throbbed visibly.

"Would you like to come a little closer, maybe sit up next to me?" Carol took his hand.

Suddenly, he was sitting in her lap, breathing wine fumes in her face, grinding his chest to her tits. They kissed. His tongue was wet, hot, sliding in her mouth. He groaned, groping her tits through the negligee.

Carol fumbled with the snap of his shorts, with his zipper. His hard cock slipped into her hand.

"Squeeze it!" he panted.

"It's so hard!"

"It's hard for you!"

"It's so big!"

"Big and horny, for you," the teen said, his words mushy from the wine. "It wants to fuck."

"Do you know how?"

"Of course!"

"You've done it before?"

"No, but I sure know how. All you gotta do is shove it up the hot hole between a girl's legs. Let me feel you naked. Then I'll fuck you."

The negligee Carol had worn to entice her husband so many times in the old days – the negligee her husband no longer even noticed on her – was torn from her body by the wine-dazed teenager. It ripped like tissue paper, and soon it lay on the floor like a discarded rag.

The bay stepped back to admire his handiwork. His tongue hung out, dripping like a dog's. His young prick, sticking up out of his open shorts, twitched with excitement.

"Oh man, a naked girl!" He wiggled out of his shorts, which was all he'd been wearing around his loins. No underwear.

Carol giggled at being called a girl. She spread her legs, showing him her crotch. She gripped her hairy cuntlips and spread them wide, showing him the sizzling wet cuntmeat between them.

The teen's stiff prick flexed hard, clear lube bubbling out of it. He shoved a grubby foot between her legs and touched his big toe to her wet cunt. She let her cuntlips close around his toe. A vibration shot up the teen's leg and he grabbed his prick, beating it off frantically.

"Don't do that!" she said, and she pulled him back down onto her lap, kissing him, rubbing her tits against him.

His cock rubbed against her belly like a hot poker. She managed to get her hand wrapped around his prick, and he humped his loins, working it in her closed fist. His prick lube bubbled out, greasing her hand.

"It's so big!" she purred. She wasn't saying that just to flatter the teen. His prick was longer than her husband's by at least an inch, and harder than Hyatt's cock had ever been.

The teen groped between her legs, testing the swollen sponginess of her blonde pussy mound. He slipped a finger between the throbbing cunt slabs and rubbed it up and down in the slickness and heat. His finger slipped inside her pussy, twisting, probing.

"Oh wow!" he moaned, and he buried his face between her tits, rubbing it in her soft flesh. He began to kiss, to lick, to suck on her nipples.

Carol's cunt did flip-flops inside as the tit hungry teenager sucked. Her hand slid mechanically up and down his rock-hard prick. When he bit her nipples, she nearly screamed, but she let him go on biting. His prickhead was a glossy maroon color, the lube oozing out of it like sap. It felt as if his body were running a high fever.

"Your cunt sucks like a mouth!" the teen whispered. "Jesus Christ, it sucks! I wanna stick my dick in it! I gotta stick it in now!"

Carol wished they could have enjoyed this wild foreplay all night, but she knew that if she let it go on much longer, the teen would be spurting his young spunk all over her belly and tits instead of where she wanted it.

"Come on, darling," she said. "Fuck me!" As she lay back along the couch, she took hold of his squirming prick and drew it between her legs. As he fell on her, already thrusting, she managed to guide his red-hot fucker into her seething cunt hole. He buried his fuck-meat to the hilt. Her arms and legs wrapped around him. Their bodies melted together.

"You're such a man!" Carol moaned, reveling in the feel of his big prick anchored inside her. "Fuck me, darling, fuck me!"

The teen trembled, every cell of him prickling with fuck-sensation. Her pussy had his prick swallowed right down to his balls, and he enjoyed the way it squeezed his prick rhythmically, nearly popping the head off it.

Her fuck-juices ran like hot oil onto his squirming balls and he gyrated his ass, rubbing his lubricated balls against her crotch. He felt his body being absorbed into her body, felt her tits like two hot pillows of flesh under his chest.

He squirmed sensuously, grinding his prick inside her, feeling her hands stroke his back, her feet stroke his ass and legs. Her nails dug in, sending electrical thrills through his skin. He was in heaven!

"Hump, baby! Slide your prick!" Carol rocked her hips, undulated her body under him.

"Oh, man!" The teen contracted his asscheeks, fucking his stiff prick in and out of her cunt with a steady rhythm, with a smooth motion. His prick squished inside her as it plunged. The fuck-juices bubbled out around his cock and ran down her asscrack.

He was like a squirming, smooth-skinned lizard in her arms, his body undulating like a wave machine. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth. His firm young muscles rippled against her. She caressed him, moved against him, working her seething fuck-sheath around his sliding prick. His prickshaft rubbed her clit just right. His prickhead massaged the nerve rich folds of her cuntal walls. Itchy thrills saturated her crotch, pulsed through her legs and toes, through her asshole and tits.

"Ohhhh darling, I've never been fucked so well!"

It was true, she never had been fucked so well. Perhaps it was because of her mounting sexual frustration in recent years, because of her desperate need for a man that would satisfy her that she found this teen's cock to be so pleasure inducing. Or maybe it was the thrill of fucking a virgin teen. Whatever it was, she was in sexual heaven. No cock had ever given her so much pleasure, had ever fucked her so well.

"Ram it in, darling! Harder! As hard as you can!"

She dug her toenails into his smooth ass, stimulating him to thrust, to drive his fuck-spike into her with all his strength. She caressed his lower back, stimulating the nerves there as she simultaneously contracted her cunt.

The teen's eyes glazed over. He grunted, moaned, drunk on pleasure, driven by pure lust, his entire body saturated with fuck-sensation. He threw himself against her, his skinny loins humping with the speed of a dogs.

"Oh, man!" he gasped. "Oh, God!"

"I feel it, darling! I feel it so good, so hard! Make me come, angel, make me scream!"

Her cunt was a seething inferno, swallowing the teen's prick again and again. His hairless balls flapped against her crotch like two hard cooked eggs. His prickhead popped in and out of the mouth of her womb, sending electric daggers through her loins, sending electric tingles to the tips of her toes.

His prick swelled inside her, harder than steel, hot as a glowing poker. Her nails sank into him as she crushed him against her body, as her cunt tried to bite off his cock.

"Ahhhhh!" he bellowed. "Ohhhhh!"

Jism exploded from his vibrating fucker, splashing like hot milk in the depths of her pussy. His eyes were white slits, his young face contorted with ecstasy. He churned his flexing prick inside her, grinding his body against her. As he sank his teeth into the side of her neck, she came instantly.

The orgasm hit her entire body, and she felt herself nearly lift off the couch, the teen lifting with her. Her toes curled. Fuck-juice spurted from her cock-stuffed cunt, drenching the teen's balls. She whined like a she-cat being mated by a torn. Her cunt gnawed the teen's prick until his eyes nearly popped out.

"It sucks!" the teen gasped, wriggling like an eel, his prick corkscrewing and flexing inside her. "It squirts!" He bore down on her, growling as he rammed his jizz-spurting prick up her juicing pussy. It felt so good to him that it hurt.

Carol had never experienced so intense an orgasm. The teen's cock was like an electric prod, jolting her repeatedly as it plunged. She could feel his jism splashing against the walls of her fuck-hole.

"Ohhhh darling, yessss!" she moaned. "Give it to me! Squirt me full of it!"

The teen bounced up and down between her legs until he'd squeezed out every drop of his cum. Then he yanked his prick from her sucking pussy hole and sat back on his heels. His prick throbbed and wiggled, still sticking straight up in the air.

"Wow!" he said, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. "That felt great!"

"It felt great to me too, darling," Carol said. "I've never felt it that good before. You are quite the stud!"

"I told you I knew how to do it," the teen said. "Hey, I didn't know pussies squirted." The teen massaged his balls, which were dripping with pussy juice. "It felt great."

The couch seat under Carol's ass and between her legs was drenched with the lubricant that had run out of her. When she'd come, she'd actually sprayed. It wasn't something that happened often, but only when she was extremely excited.

"Sometimes they do," Carol said. "When a woman gets good and hot."

She watched the teen sniff his fingers and taste the pussy juice on them. She spread her legs wider, giving him a good look at her partially open cunt hole.

"Have you ever licked a pussy?" she asked. "Or have you ever wanted to?"