I stood in front of the sink in a loose wrap dress and nothing else. There was no point in wearing panties on a day like this. All I would do is get them uncomfortably wet in no time. Besides, as soon as my husband got home I was planning to drag him into the bedroom and mount him.
I always get like this when I'm ovulating. My pussy feels open and aching to be filled, and I'm wet and slick all the time. I reached down under my dress and felt that my fluids had the slippery, stretchy, telltale consistency that confirmed that my horniness was caused by being at peak fertility. I looked at the clock on the oven while rubbing by wet fingers together and tingling all over. Where was my husband anyway? He got off work hours ago and he hadn't been answering his phone. This was typical for him, but being so horny made me even more annoyed by it. At time like this, masturbating barely took the edge off my urge to fuck. At a time like this, I needed a real dick. My husband isn't a very considerate man, but he is incredibly good looking and has a long black dick that fills me up just how I like.
I knew he had to come home eventually and in the meantime, I needed to do something to distract me from the aching between my legs. It was Sunday afternoon so I decided to turn on the football game. I had forgotten how hot those guys looked in their tight pants. I watched our star running back make a long run down the field and I thought about how I'd love to get my legs around those slender hips. I just started sliding my hand between my legs to touch myself again when I heard my neighbors through the wall, shouting about the touchdown we were all about to see.
I had had a few conversations in the hallway with Latoya, the female half of the couple, and she was always friendly. I thought that maybe watching the game with others would be a better distraction than watching by myself, so I decided to be neighborly and go knock on their door.
Latoya answered the door with a warm smile. "I hope we're not being too loud for you."
"Oh, not at all! It sounds like you are having a lot more fun than me, so I thought I might join you"
"Come on in," she said, stepping back into her apartment to let me enter. "Have you met my husband Darrell?"
In fact, I had not met him. I had seen him in the parking lot a few times but I didn't remember him looking as handsome as he did that day, sitting on the couch in sweatpants and a white t-shirt, transfixed on the game.
"Darrell, say hello! Don't be rude!"
He looked up from the game and our eyes met. "Hi" he said, with a crooked smile.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Latoya offered. "I'm just packing my lunch to head off to work at the hospital. My turn to work Sunday night in the ER."
I accepted a glass of ice water and sat down on the opposite side of the couch from Darrell. Latoya perched on the arm of the couch by her husband to watch a few more plays, then excused herself to change into her nurse's uniform. A few moments later she stood in the doorway with her lunchbox and purse. "One of you guys had better text me with the final score. It looks like this might be a close one!"
We both waved goodbye and then we were alone. We spent the first few moments in silence, transfixed on the last two minutes of the second quarter. Then halftime started and Darrell muted the TV and I felt that irresistible pull to fill the silence.
"It's nice to finally meet you," I said. "I've seen you around but never got to know you."
