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.
CHAPTER TWO
Vonda glanced in the mirror as she brushed out her long, wavy auburn hair. She was hoping to see an answering glance from Mitchel, her husband. Mitchel was engrossed in one of his business magazines though.
Vonda knew better than to interrupt Mitchel when he was deliberating over his investments. He always took this little interval before bedtime to work on his stocks and bonds. She didn't dare complain. Mitchel had made a real killing in the stock market in the last year. They had been able to buy this expensive condominium outright from the profits on his investments.
Mitchel smiled suddenly. He looked carefree and excited. It was the face that Vonda loved to see. Mitchel had probably made a good investment. That meant he was in the mood to celebrate.
'Spanotreck's looking good,' Mitchel commented. 'It's a damn good thing I held on. Harry wanted me to sell last week and I'm glad I didn't.'
Vonda grinned. 'I don't understand a thing about that stock market business, sugar,' she answered, picking up the brush again. 'I just think you're a regular genius for making all that money though. Why I wouldn't know the first thing about it.'
Mitchel grinned. That was what he loved most about Vonda. It made him feel powerful and manly, knowing that she depended on him for everything.
Vonda lifted her arms high over her head. Now that she had Mitchel's attention, she intended to make the most of it. She brought the hairbrush down in a sweeping, graceful gesture that made her titties almost pop right out of her sheer nightgown. She knew that Mitchel loved to watch her brush her hair. He said it was one of woman's most graceful poses.
Mitchel watched the rise and swell of his wife's titties. He felt a growing, warm sensation in his crotch and his cock throbbed impatiently. Vonda would be finished with her hair in just a minute and then he could watch her slip out of her nightgown and join him in bed. Mitchel was ready for a little celebration tonight. He always felt like fucking when he'd make some money from an investment.
Vonda deliberately took a few extra minutes to finish brushing her hair. She knew that the longer she waited, the more aroused Mitchel would be when she came to bed. That suited her fine. She had been thinking about fucking all day. While Mitchel was at the office, she'd had to play with her hot pussy twice to keep from being too brazen when he came home. Mitchel was the type of man who didn't think it was a wife's place to initiate fucking. When Vonda and Mitchel had been married, she had pretended to be innocent about sex. That was the way that Mitchel wanted it. She never told Mitchel about the other men she'd fucked with before she met him. If Mitchel had known just how experienced Vonda was, he never would have married her.
Vonda felt a quiver of excitement in her moist pussy as she thought about all the fun she used to have in bed with other men. Mitchel was no prize as a lover. He never wanted to experiment with other positions and he didn't seem to want her to suck his cock. At least he had never asked her to do it and Vonda wasn't about to admit that she knew about something as lusty as cocksucking.
Vonda glanced in the mirror again. She really had Mitchel's attention now and his cock was sticking straight up under the sheets. It was time for her to come to bed. If she waited much longer, Mitchel would think she didn't want to fuck and that would be a terrible mistake as far as Vonda's hot, throbbing pussy was concerned.
Vonda stood up and stretched, raising her slim arms above her head so that her lush titties jiggled in a very provocative manner. Then she reached out and switched off the light on the dresser.
Vonda knew exactly what to do to make Mitchel excited. She had learned early that Mitchel didn't want the light on when they were fucking. She had suggested it once and Mitchel had acted really shocked. He liked to watch her undress in the dim light coming in through the window, but a bright light was just too brazen.
Vonda slipped off the shoulder straps of her gown. She pushed the gown down to her waist, facing Mitchel. Then she wiggled her hips until the wispy garment slithered to the floor.
Mitchel cleared his throat. 'Are you tired, sweets?' he asked in a low voice.
Vonda shook her head. 'No. I'm not sleepy at all. Are you, sugar?'
Mitchel grinned in the darkness. That was what he had been waiting to hear. That was their signal for a romp in bed.
