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CHAPTER TWO

"Someone's moving in next-door," Bette said to Ted at dinner. "Their furniture arrived today. Nice things. They must have a lot of money."

"Oh yeah?" Ted said. "What's he do?"

"I don't know. I haven't even seen them. I only saw their furniture. They must have very good taste, or a good decorator."

"I'm sure your taste is better," Ted said, knowing his wife was proud of her good taste.

"And I'm sure our furniture is every bit as good. It should be after spending nine thousand just on the living room."

"Good things cost money," Bette said. "I've been thinking about our bedroom set. We've had it since we got married."

"There's nothing wrong with our bedroom set," Ted said firmly. "And so what if we had it since we got married? I hope to have it till we die."

"Oh, you men are…" She was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Don't answer it," Ted said. "It might be important," Bette said, getting up.

"Hi," said the handsome man at the door. "I'm Jim Farmer, your new neighbor. My wife and I were going to spend the night in our new house, but it seems the electricity hasn't been turned on yet. Do you have a candle or two we could borrow?"

"Sure," Bette said. "Come on in while I find them."

Bette went for the candles, but her mind was elsewhere, namely, on Jim Farmer. She had never seen a more handsome man! Her cunt was running with hot juice again.

"It was our new neighbor," Bette told Ted when she went back to the kitchen table.

"What was he like?" Ted asked.

"Dreamy! Older, distinguished-looking. Just think, handsome and rich too."

"You used to think I was handsome," Ted said. "And we're not exactly poor."

"Oh, you're jealous."

"I am not jealous," Ted said, his thin lips tense.

Bette knew when to lay off. Ted was a nice guy, but very serious. He took his job as an accountant seriously, and he was very proud of the nice home he provided. And when he took that tone of voice, he wasn't to be toyed with.

After dinner, Ted went out in the back yard. He often strolled around the yard with a glass of brandy, looking at the flowers or up at the stars. Bette took this opportunity to try and get a glimpse of their neighbors. She went from window to window, trying to peek into their house from hers, but it was too dark.

Just as she was about to give up, she saw a glow moving through the Farmers' dining room. It was a candle, and behind it was a woman's naked body. The candle light shown on the undersides of two huge and firm tits, illuminated a flat belly, and showed two thin thighs as the woman walked across the room. A dark triangle of thick pussy hair showed clearly, top.

Bette was in the den where she had shown herself to the movers earlier that day. But now she was in darkness and invisible. The sight of the woman excited her and she wanted to see more.

Hurrying to the kitchen, she looked out again. This time she got a fleeting glimpse of the candle's glow and a profile of one tit. Then Bette went into the living room and looked out, but saw nothing. The house next-door was dark.

She was surprised at the excitement caused by the view of that naked woman. But that was nothing compared to her surprise at jerking off in front of the movers. She had been doing strange things lately.

The dishes were all in the dishwasher and everything was put away, so Bette poured herself some brandy and went back into the living room to wait for Ted. She wanted to make him feel desirable after arousing his jealousy at dinner.

But Ted stayed out in the yard longer than usual. Bette went into the den and looked out to see what he was doing.

It was dark out. Only the lights from the house nearby let her see anything at all. After her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, she saw Ted standing near the fence that separated their yard from the Farmers'. He was definitely looking over the fence and standing next to the cactus so he wouldn't be seen.

Bette was surprised to see Ted peeking into their neighbor's yard, it wasn't like him. But when she saw him fumbling at the front of his pants, she was amazed. But the biggest shock came when she saw Ted's arm moving in an unmistakable masturbatory motion.

Bette would give anything to see what. But their house had only one story, as did all the houses on their block, so she couldn't look over the fence without Ted seeing her. And she couldn't embarrass Ted by joining him. He wouldn't think that was funny.

So Bette had to settle for watching her husband jerking off – an exciting sight in itself. She had never seen him jerk off before, and hadn't even known that he did.

She could just barely make out his prick in the darkness as he pumped it. Only its fat head remained beyond his jerking hand.

Bette stuck her hand down her slack and grabbed her cunt. Watching Ted and imagining what he was looking at she fed her own passion.

For the second time that day, she slipped her fingers into her cunt. Her juice lubricated her fingers as they entered her pussy. In and out she slid two fingers, imitating a fucking cock. That brought her to the verge of coming. Slipping her fingers out of her pussy and rubbing her clit finished the job.

She hissed as she sucked air deep into her lungs while she felt the explosion of pleasure. She was in the grip of her climax when she saw Ted's body twitch. His hand was a blur as it pumped his prick and his hips made thrusting motions. It was a very exciting sight for a masturbating woman to watch!

Bette put the finishing touches on her orgasm, then retreated to the living room. She took her position on the couch again, picked up her brandy, and took a sip.

But just as she tasted the brandy, she got a whiff of her own cunt juice. Her fingers reeked of it. If Ted should smell it her secret would be known. So, quickly, Bette stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked the flavor and odor of cunt juice from them.

"What are those pink flowers?" Ted asked nonchalantly as he came into the room.

"I don't know what they're called," she said. "The gardener told me, but I forgot."

Bette wanted to ask her husband what he had seen over the fence, but she knew poor Ted would die if he even suspected she'd seen him jerking off. Also, she wanted to fuck, but was afraid Ted wouldn't be in the mood after having just come.

But she had certain alluring techniques that usually worked. First, she threw her shoulders back, pressing her tits forward. Looking down at herself, she saw how her nipples made large bumps on her blouse. Then she raised her arms and ran her fingers through her long black hair. With her arms raised, her tits lifted proudly. Then she put one foot up on the coffee table, making her slacks hug her cunt.

Ted was reading the paper, running his eyes up and down the list of stocks, checking on his investments. Bette wiggled just enough to attract his attention. He glanced at her, but only for a moment. So she wiggled a bit more, not enough to be obviously seductive, but enough to make Ted aware of her. He looked again.

Bette spread her thighs ever so slightly. She saw Ted's eyebrows lower, his mouth tighten, and his eyes turn back to the paper.

He was struggling now, she knew. She enjoyed this game, and she always won, even if it took a while. But she didn't mind because she got hot luring Ted to her body. When he finally slipped his prick into her, she was always desperate and insane with lust!

She picked up her copy of "Glamour" magazine and flipped through it. When she found an ad for sexy underwear that showed a model dressed only in a tiny bra and panties, she pretended she was bored with the magazine and laid it over her thigh so Ted could see the picture.

He bit. She saw him look at the magazine, then at her body draped in her sexiest pose.

When their eyes met she gave him a coy smile, the corners of her wide mouth turning up and her eyelids becoming heavy.

The time when Ted looked back to his paper, Bette knew she had him. Rather than moving up and down the columns of stock quotations, his eyes roamed randomly.

Now was the time to move. Bette slid across the couch and put her head on Ted's shoulder. She knew her cunt would be radiating the subtle odor of a woman in heat.

Ted lowered the paper and put an arm around Bette's shoulders. She snuggled closer and in another few seconds they were kissing hungrily, searching each other's mouth with their tongue.

"M-m-m-m!" Bette moaned when she felt Ted's hand grip her tit.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Ted whispered.

"Yeah-h-h," Bette agreed.

As she stripped, Bette remembered her kinky behavior that afternoon. The memory of her powerful lust as she'd put herself on display for movers and jerked off helped fuel her lust now. And the memory of seeing Ted jerking off made her even hornier. By the time she pulled down her panties, her crotch was soaking wet.

The sight of Ted's hard prick struck her with more force than usual. It was always a thrill to see his cock twitching, but now the thrill was stronger, as strong as it had ever been.

They each got into bed, sliding beneath the sheet toward each other. The air conditioner made the sheets cool, so the warmth of their bodies as they caressed was exciting.

Their tongues entered each other's mouth again. Bette's tits flattened against Ted's hairy chest, and his prick folded up between their bellies where it pulsed steadily, its hot head warming them both.

"Um-m-m-m!" Bette moaned with joy as Ted hugged her tightly.

Bette slid her hand down to Ted's ass and petted it. He loved that. He slid his hand to her ass, too, running his fingertips along the crevice, which made Bette shiver with lust. Every trip along her ass crack was longer, his fingers moving deeper into her crotch toward her syrupy pussy.

Their mouths were wide open now, their teeth pressing against each others' lips. Their tongues lazed around together, flickering and lolling.

"Oh-h-h-h!" Bette sighed when Ted's fingers reached her drooling pussy.

She shoved her hips forward, squeezing his prick tighter between their bellies. Ted's fingers were swimming in her cunt tunnel and his hand was wedged between her ass cheeks.

She loved him to reach into her crotch like this from the rear but she couldn't grab his prick like she longed to.

Ted's mouth left Bette's and moved along her jaw to her ear where he nibbled and kissed before moving on down her tong-neck.

He took his hand from her cunt just long enough to move his arm around her leg and grab her crotch from the front. He pushed her down on her back and dropped his mouth to one erect nipple. He reinserted his fingers into her slippery pussy as he filled his mouth with her tit.

Now Ted's prick was leaning against Bette's thigh, still out of her reach. But with Ted's fingers in her pussy and his mouth sucking her tit, she had enough to make her moan without grabbing his prick.

Ted seemed to be gobbling her tits with more greed and passion than usual, Bette thought. He usually sucked each nipple, pausing to bury his face between her tits. But now he was sucking, licking, chomping her tits, sliding his face around on the saliva with which he'd coated her tits. It was very unlike his usually simple tit-sucking.

Bette liked Ted's new approach to sucking her tits. Could whatever he had seen aver the fence be making him more passionate?

"Oh, Ted! That feels soooo good!" Bette cooed as she hugged his head to her tits. By the time he stopped feasting her tits were red and shining with saliva. Ted slid down Bette's body and spread her legs, making room for him to curl up between her thighs. Kissing his way down to her cunt. Damp skin inside her thighs, moving his face from one thigh to the other, grazing her pussy hair with his lips and nose. Then, from her right thigh, his tongue slipped into her salty cunt.

Bette sighed. Ted had always been an avid cunt-lapper, and Bette had always appreciated his efforts. There was nothing like a tongue wiggling in her pussy to make her writhe.

She writhed now as her husband's tongue covered her clit and cunt lips with licks. He thrust his tongue deep into her pussy until his teeth pressed against her.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" Bette sang, in a ghostly voice.

Ted's tongue began lashing her like a whip. It covered her pussy with a strong swipe ending with a snap at her cunt.

"Oh-h-h-h, God!" Bette cried as she arched her back in ecstasy.

Ted was showing an increased fervor in his cunt-lapping too! Lifting her head, Bette looked down her body at the head between her thighs. She was amazed at the way it nodded and shook as he gave her a super-tonguing.

"Oh-h-h-h!" Bette wailed, shaking so much her tits quivered on her chest violently. She grabbed them, cupping them tightly in her hands. Her legs rose from the bed and kicked in the air above Ted's lapping head.

Ted's face slithered around in Bette's yawning cunt as he stuck his tongue up her pussy then tickled her cunt. Between those two extremes, his tongue wiggled against her delicate cunt lips furiously.

"Ted! Get inside me!" Bette suddenly gasped. "Fuck me!"

The cunt-lapper lifted his face and climbed over his wife's body. Bette caught his prick and guided it to her swampy crotch. She saw how wet Ted's face was, her juice smeared all over his cheeks and chin.

He gasped as his prick slipped deep into her cunt.

Bette cried in harmony.

After the terrific tongue-lashing her cunt had received, having Ted's big prick filling her was heavenly!

Ted kissed his wife as he fucked her, filling her mouth with the juice he'd brought from her cunt. Bette liked the flavor of her own pussy juice, drinking it eagerly as she sucked on Ted's tongue.

Ted drove his cock in rhythmically, hard, and deep. Each thrust gave both of them a pang of joy, each pang of joy more intense than the last.

Since this was their second orgasm of the evening, it was delayed. They had to work harder, but they knew the rewards would be greater. And Ted was fucking with more abandon than usual, swiveling his hips in a loose but powerful motion.

"A-a-a-a-a!" Bette yelled. "I'm going to come!"

"Me too!" Ted gasped. He lifted his face, looking down at Bette's. Seeing each other's grimace of passion, they both came.

The look on each other's face and the sound of their desperate wails added to the physical sensations of fucking. Both of them broke out in a cold sweat as they were consumed by ecstasy.

Ted ran the course first, dropping his head beside Bette's, slowing his prick-thrusts. But Bette's orgasm continued. She bucked her hips, helping Ted fuck her until her orgasm subsided.

"Come on! Come on!" she urged.

But Ted didn't need any encouragement. He kept his prick ramming into Bette's body until she had registered every volt of the electric charges of pleasure that lit up her brain.

Something was happening to them sexually. What was it? Did it have something to do with their new neighbors?