Liz sighed as she looked at the empty dinner table. It was the third time this week her husband Jon hadn't been home for supper. She gazed at framed photo of the two of them - Jon, tall with broad shoulders and dark, wavy hair and herself with fiery red hair and clear green eyes.
She knew why he had never been home, and it was all her fault. Jon couldn't excite her anymore, give her the satisfaction she needed. He was boring. She needed something new. She had told him so and he hadn't been the same since. Liz slowly got up, gathering the un-used china and sauntered towards the kitchen. Her eyes wandered to the large bay window - someone was moving in! Couches, a piano and lamps were all followed out of the moving truck by a tall blonde with the biggest tits Liz had ever seen. Liz caught herself wondering how good they would taste and how big they really were. Her tits were perky, a 32DD,
pushing out of her skimpy white tank with every step she took. She wore her hair in a ponytail. Perfect for grabbing onto while I'm fucking her, Liz thought.
Liz shook her head. "She's off limits." she said out loud, trying to convince herself. The neighbour dropped something and bent down. Her ass in the air, a hot red thong peeked out the top of the jeans. Liz moaned, wondering why she lusted after this women. She moved away from the window, knowing she should calm down.
Settling down into the couch, she turned on the T.V. The sounds of moans and screams filled her house. Porn. Perfect. She stripped out of her leggings and spread her legs open, lying on the couch, with a clear view of the T.V. As the two lesbians on screen came all over each other, Liz thought of her neighbour and felt a earth-shaking orgasm coming on. She spit on her fingers, and swirled them around her clit. So wet and sensitive, Liz moaned as her body began to shake.
