Chapter 7

Meanwhile, over at Joan's house, the rest of the plan was being carried out. Don had accompanied Joan to her place, bringing his tool box, totally unaware of the job she really wanted him to do.

"So what's the problem, Joan?" he asked. "Bad switch? Loose wire?"

"No, Don." She grinned. "That's not really it. I don't want you to fix my wiring. I want you to fix me."

"Excuse me?" he said.

"Let me make us a couple of drinks, and I'll explain," she said, leading him over to the couch.

Don was looking puzzled when she joined him. He hardly noticed when she scooted up close to him, practically sitting in his lap. He sipped his drink and looked at her, waiting for an explanation. Joan wanted to giggle.

She had a big surprise for her best friend's handsome husband. Joan had always found Don very attractive, but she'd never dreamed she'd be putting the make on him. She suspected the feeling was mutual. Don found her attractive, too, but considered her off limits.

"I have a problem, Don," she said.

"So tell Uncle Don all about it."

"I hope Uncle Don won't be shocked, but here goes. Frank and I have a lousy sex life. We just don't seem to turn each other on any more. We haven't made it in weeks, and I'm going crazy."

Don turned beet red, but he managed to control his voice as he answered, "Well, Joan, that's a bummer. But you guys have been married a long time. You can't expect the excitement to last."

"Oh, I realize that, Don," Joan said, stroking his hairy forearm. "The question is, what am I gonna do about it? I just can't go on without sex. I'm so horny, I could die."

Don got even redder. "I hope you're not thinking about stepping out on Frank."

Joan gawked at him. Why shouldn't she be thinking about cheating? Hell, Frank cheated on her. Just an hour ago he and Don had been romping with Shelly. Yet Don seemed shocked at the idea of Joan fucking another guy.

"Well, Don, what can I do?" she said. "He won't make love to me, and I've gotta have somebody. Matter of fact, I got an idea."

"Yes?" Don said nervously.

"You and I have always been good friends," Joan said. She slid her hand onto his leg. "I was thinking how convenient it'd be if we helped each other out."

"Uh, what do you mean, honey?" Don croaked.

"Oh, come on, Don." Joan grinned. "You know what I'm getting at. I find you sexy. I'd just love to go to bed with you."

Don gulped down his drink and leaped to his feet. "Oh, no," he exclaimed. "Forget it, Joan. I couldn't do that. Frank is my best friend."

Joan sighed with exasperation. She'd never figure men out. Don thought nothing of fucking Shelly, but he wouldn't fuck Joan because Frank was his buddy. But cheating was cheating, as far as Joan was concerned.

Now Don was heading for the door. She had to stop him. If he left, her scheme would be ruined. Even worse, he'd walk into his house and catch his wife trying to seduce his best buddy. Joan whisked off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra.

"Don," she purred, "doesn't this interest you?"

Don turned, gawked, and reddened. His eyes locked helplessly on Joan's gorgeous high-riding tits. She strode over to him, her tits wobbling enticingly. She took his hands and set them on her hot naked tits.

"Don't tell me this doesn't interest you," she said.

Don gave a low groan and tightened his hands around her tits. They made a perfect handful for him, and as he squeezed them, her nipples went stiff with lust, poking suggestively into his palms. He gave a lusty shiver.

"Joan, I shouldn't be doing this," he said hoarsely.

"But it feels so nice, honey," she cooed. "Gosh, it's been so long since Frank played with my tits. Please don't stop!"

His nostrils flared, and he began to mold and caress her hot silky tits. Joan shivered, and she creamed right through her panties. She wasn't kidding him. She really was starved for a man's touch. Her tits swelled and throbbed in his hands.

"This isn't so terrible, is it?" she gurgled. "We're not doing anything serious, just playing a little."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Don said.

"Good, then come back to the couch," Joan said. "We'll be more comfortable there."

Don followed her in a daze of horniness. They sat down, and he grabbed for her tits again. While he squeezed them, Joan glanced down at his fly and saw that it was swelling fast. She almost moaned with excitement.

She ached to feel a big hard cock reaming her starved cunt. It was all she thought about these days. Frank had left her starved for loving. But now she had a chance to get everything she needed, if she just played this scene carefully.

"Mmmmm, that's so nice, honey," she sighed, slumping back against the couch. "Would you lick them and suck them, too?"

"Oh, Jesus, I shouldn't," Don groaned.

"Please?" Joan whimpered. "I want it so bad!"

Don bent low, stuck out his tongue, and started lashing the hot wet meat over her lust-engorged nipples. Joan moaned and almost flew off the couch. Her nipples were extremely sensitive especially when they were engorged and eager.

"Yes, baby, yessss!" she hissed.

Don lashed his big tongue faster over the stiff rosy nubs, leaving them glistening. Then he slid his mouth down around her right nipple and started sucking it. Joan creamed an enormous flood of hot juice that seeped through her jeans.

"God, yes, suck!" she gasped.

She couldn't remember the last time Frank had done this to her. It had been years since she'd been so aroused. He never took the time to arouse her, to play with her, and she missed that so much. All she ever got from him these days was a quick fuck, once or twice a month.

That wasn't enough for Joan. She wanted all the touching and feeling, licking and sucking, that went along with love-making. She loved to fuck, of course, but fucking alone wasn't enough to satisfy her deepest needs. Her whole body craved a man's attention, not just her pussy.

Now Don was giving her what she needed. He sucked one nipple, then the other, and Joan sat there and gurgled happily, soaking her panties and jeans with her uncontrollably gushing cream. Her lust was at the boiling point and she ached to get off.

"Don," she said hoarsely, "do something to get me off. I'll die if I don't get off, honey!"

Don looked at her with a mixture of guilt and lust. "I really shouldn't, Joan. We have to think of Vicky and Frank."

Joan was thinking of them, all right. With any luck at all, Vicky would have driven Frank wild by now. They might even be in bed, fucking like animals. The thought inflamed Joan. She wasn't going to miss out on the fun.

"Vicky and Frank don't have to know about this," she said. "And it'll take Frank hours to fix that faucet. Come on, Don, be a pal. Get me off."

Her big blue eyes were hot with need, and her tits were throbbing in his hands. Don took pity on her. He slowly undressed her, and Joan shivered with anticipation. She had so much lust stored up, her body felt ready to explode.

"Jesus!" Don exclaimed, ogling her naked body.

Joan was slim but curvy. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Her neat little cunt-bush was the same golden color as her hair. Don couldn't help staring at her. She watched his fly get hugely tented. She fought the urge to grab for his cock. She knew she had to play this scene just right.