"Mmmmmm, your big cock," Sharon answered, her eyes still on the window. "And I want it to stay in my cunt all night long."
"No problem," her husband laughed. "Now just lie back and I'll show you what I do best."
While he fucked her slowly, rhythmically, Sharon's mind seemed to be locked on one thing. And until she found out about the guy next door, she knew she wouldn't ever rest easy.
Before darkness surrounded her, she again saw him, the way she wanted him to be mean and cruel, and fucking her roughly as if his cock were an instrument of torture.
CHAPTER TWO
With Ron safely on the road, Sharon thought about her fantasies of the night before with the blond man next door. What sort of job does he have? she wondered. She hoped it was something that made him sweat. She could see him, his muscular flesh glistening in the sun, his bronzed skin rippling with ribbons of strength.
And she could see herself, walking toward him, then dropping to her knees. She would fumble with the zipper of his dirty jeans and pull out his cock. It would be big and hard, surrounded by a brush of corn-colored hair, and the taste would be heavenly.
She got up from where she was sitting in the living room and quickly padded to the bedroom, where she had the closest view of the house next door. Perhaps she could get a quick glimpse of him.
She dropped to her knees and peered between the curtains. She couldn't see anything, but just the idea of him being only twenty or so feet away was enough to make her pussy bubble with pleasure. She squeezed her fingers between her thighs and pulled down her panties.
"Ohhhh, I want you to let me… make me suck that big cock of yours," she whispered, trying to imagine what his prick must feel like, throbbing between her lips. "Mmmmm, stick it all the way in." Her eyes closed. "Poke in a gallon of cum, you bastard. Hold my nose and make me chew it down."