fourplex would want to play sexy games. She'd check on it in the morning.
Nita fell asleep with a smile on her face. Her dreams might not have been as sweet if she had known that Miriam Carison, their next-door neighbor, had heard her lusty squeals.
CHAPTER TWO
Miriam Carison turned the lamp off in the bedroom. She had been reading her church newsletter, waiting for George to come home from the office. Her handsome face creased in a frown. It sounded like the new people were awfully rowdy. He must have been beating up on his wife the way it sounded. Miriam couldn't think of any other reason for those awful yells the woman had made. It never occurred to Miriam that the new people might have been fucking. Miriam never thought about that subject. She avoided every sinful thought, just as the Reverend Thompson said a good Christian should do. Miriam never would have thought that squealing would be connected to that awful business people did as part of their marital duties. She had never squealed like that. Miriam just lay there and let George have his way when he insisted on exercising his right. She didn't like it, but it was a wife's duty to submit. Even the Bible said that.
Miriam got out of bed and padded into the living room. At least those awful howls from next door had stopped. She would have to get a good look at the new woman tomorrow. She probably had a black eye or something judging from the way that she had screamed. Her husband must be an awful man to make her scream like that.
Thank the Lord George had never done anything like that. George was a perfect husband, except for that one thing. She guessed she could put up with that, even though it was distasteful to her. It was getting a little bit harder to endure in the past few weeks, though. George had demanded that they do it twice in the last week. Miriam hoped that his awful animal urges would taper off pretty soon. It was ridiculous for a man his age to feel like that as often as George did. Twice a week was sinful, she was sure. She wished she could ask the Reverend Thompson about that, but she didn't want to bring up a subject that embarrassing with her minister.
Miriam heated herself a cup of coffee and switched on the television. She might just as well watch an old movie while she was waiting for George. He would probably be working late as usual. George had been working late for the last three weeks. There was a shortage of men down at the computer center and George didn't seem to mind working a double shift.
Miriam turned up the sound on the television and began watching a Humphrey Bogart movie. She picked up her knitting and started another row on the sweater that she was making for George for Christmas. Everything was quiet next door now. She just hoped that it would stay that way. She'd have to mention it to George when he got home. Maybe he could think of some nice way of quieting down their new neighbors. George was good at things like that. He was good with people. That's why he had such an important job at the computer center.
George leaned back in his swivel chair and propped his feet up on the desk. He had clocked out over fifteen minutes ago. He didn't really want to go home yet, though. Miriam was probably still up. He just wasn't in the mood for dealing with Miriam tonight. If she was asleep when he got home, he wouldn't have the urge to fuck her. After the fiasco last night he didn't want to have to touch Miriam for a while. His face turned red as he thought about what had happened less than twenty hours ago.
Miriam had been propped up in bed when he had gotten home. She had been reading those damn church things again and she tried to quote Bible passages to him while he was getting ready to take his shower. George wasn't interested in Bible passages. Hearing the words of the Good Book couldn't do anything for his hard cock.
George had thought that a nice long hot shower would help. It only seemed to make his cock harder, though. There was nothing he could do about the way his cock was jerking and pulsing as he towelled off. There was only one thing to do. He would have to fuck Miriam, even though the prospect sickened him.
George shivered a little as he thought about Miriam. He hadn't known that their sex life would be this bad when he had married her. She had never liked fucking, even though he tried to be kind and gentle every time he pushed his cock in her pussy. Miriam just didn't like to fuck. She was what some of those books called a frigid woman. She endured his frenzied pokings with a plastic smile on her face but George could tell that she didn't enjoy fucking one bit.
George stepped out of the bathroom and crawled under the covers. Miriam was lying on her side, facing away from him as usual. He could feel the tenseness in her body. She was hoping that he'd go straight to sleep and not demand his right as a husband.
If there had been any other way to salve his problem, George never would have fucked her. He couldn't stand the throbbing and aching of his cock any longer, though. He had been horny all day, ever since that new secretary had bent over getting a drink of water out of the cooler. He had seen her fine rounded ass cheeks and the little blue panties that scarcely covered her charms. Even now, the sight of her in his memory made George's stiff cock throb demandingly.
George rolled his body over Miriam's without a word. It didn't do any good to try to work her up. Miriam didn't like him squeezing her titties or feeling her pussy with his fingers. She had told him long ago just to hurry and get it over with.
George plunged into Miriam's dry pussy with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was dry and cool just like it always was. He had tried to fuck her longer than before, hoping for a miracle, but Miriam's pussy never did get hot. She just accepted his fucking with a frozen smile on her face.
George thought about the secretary at work. He bet that she wouldn't act this way if he was fucking her. She would cry, and moan under his thrusts, wiggling and squirming her hot pussy around his plunging cock.
George got so excited in his fantasy that he did something he'd never done before. He never would have done it, if he hadn't been thinking about the secretary.
He grasped Miriam's plump ass cheeks in his hands and rolled her right over on top of him, without even thinking about what he was doing.
'Fuck me good, honey,' he groaned, closing his eyes in bliss.
The absolute stillness of Miriam's body on top of his made George come out of his horny fantasy with a jerk. Miriam was gazing at him in absolute shock. Her face was white and her eyes were blazing.
'George Carison!' she gasped. 'I-I never! How can you ask me to do such a disgusting thing?'
George's face turned red with embarrassment. He hadn't meant to say anything like that. He apologized profusely and let Miriam get off the still stiff rod of his cock. Then he went into the bathroom and jerked his cock off like a twelve-year-old boy.
George blushed as he thought of it, even now. He just couldn't believe that he'd done something like that. Miriam had hardly spoken to him this morning and he knew that he had better leave her alone for at least a week before he tried to fuck her again. She'd probably gone straight to that old goat, Reverend Thompson, and told him about the whole thing.
George sighed dejectedly. Things just weren't working out the way he'd thought they would. He was tired of fucking Miriam but there was absolutely nothing he could do about that. She was a good wife in every other way, and strange as it was, he still loved her. He'd never dream of going out and fucking another woman. George took his marriage vows seriously. He knew that he couldn't cheat on Miriam without feeling awfully guilty.
George sighed deeply and got to his feet. He picked up his briefcase and switched off the lights. It was time to go home. With any luck at all Miriam would be asleep and he wouldn't be tempted to do anything improper tonight.
George groaned as he fit his key in the lock. He could hear the sound of the television set. Miriam was still awake. She was probably watching one of those old movies that she loved.
Miriam looked up as George came in. She gave him a friendly smile. She had forgotten all about their night last night. She was so deeply into the plot of the movie that she barely heard George say that he was going to take his shower.
Miriam wrapped the afghan around her feet and sighed in pleasure. Humphrey Bogart certainly was a handsome man. The way his eyes gazed into the camera, it was easy to pretend that he was looking straight at her.
