Nick Eastwood

What neighbors will do

CHAPTER ONE

On a hot August afternoon Molly Morgan dressed in a tiny bikini and marched out of the bedroom to seduce her husband, Dick. The young housewife had a determined look on her face.

Dick Morgan was sitting in his favorite chair, sipping a beer and watching football on TV. He didn't even notice Molly entering the room. She paused, hands on hips, to look at him.

Nice, she thought, a real hunk.

Dick had always turned her on like crazy.

They'd been married five years now, and she still had the hots for him. But something had changed with Dick. For the past couple of months, he'd seemed more interested in TV sports than bedroom sports.

If there was any kind of game – baseball, basketball, football, you name it – Dick had to watch it. He was a hard-working guy, and Molly felt he needed some entertainment, but lately he seemed to have forgotten how to fuck.

As a result, Molly was ready to scream with frustration. It had been almost two weeks since she and Dick had made love, and she just couldn't stand it any more. Taking a deep breath, she moved up behind him and started massaging his shoulders.

"Hi, honey," she purred. "Good game?"

"Uh-huh," Dick said.

Molly leaned closer and slid her hands down the front of his shirt, rubbing the crisp thick hairs of his chest. Dick's broad hairy chest had always excited her. She nuzzled his neck and used the tip of her tongue to tickle his ear.