Fingers curling inward, she gripped the sheet. Her head snapped back, her hair flying. A high-pitched squeal gushed from her open mouth. Her arms refused to support her. She crashed face-down to the bed. The hard wood didn't give, but tore painfully into her cunt. Panting laboriously, she pulled her body off the wooden post and tumbled to the floor. Again her orgasm evaded her.

After catching her breath, she dragged herself to her feet, noticed the glistening juice of her cunt on the round tip of the bedpost. "God, I'm going crazy!"

She staggered naked to the bedroom window, peered out through the curtains, and spotted her neighbor, Frank. For a few moments, she watched him mowing his back lawn. Suddenly, a smile creased her face.

Jessica watched Ellen, Frank's wife, come out and kiss him on the cheek, then walk away, waving good-bye.

Padding barefoot, Jessica left the window. With a purpose in mind, she grabbed the tightest and sexiest pair of shorts she could find. "Roger's fucking around, dammit!" She pulled the shorts up her slender legs, snapped them at the hip, zipped them up. They clit like a second skin. "I will too."

She chose a pink t-shirt out of a dozen summer tops in her drawer and held it up to examine it. "Perfect." The vee-neck top clung to her firm tits her nipples outlined brazenly.

With her heart in her throat, she went down the narrow corridor of her three-bedroom ranch-style house, out the kitchen, and into her backyard. Outside in the warm August sun, she let her breath out. She was ready to carry out her threat and quell the raging passion in her frustrated body at the same time. "Two birds with one stone," she said to herself, strolling across the lawn to seduce Frank.

"Hi, neighbor." Jessica was leaning against the fence.

Eyes on Jessica, Frank stopped mowing.