Ray Mills: Hot and nasty wife

It was in this mood that she trudged up the pathway to one final door and listlessly rang the bell. It was answered by a very exotic-looking girl who was about her own age. The girl was obviously the result of some unusual racial mixture, and she had turned out stunningly beautiful.

She had walnut-colored skin and raven-black hair that hung to her waist. Her black eyes glimmered with fire, but they were puffy and it was clear that she had been crying.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Amy said instinctively. “I-didn’t mean to barge in on you if you’re not feeling well. I'm only selling these… cosmetics.”

She held up the sample box, feeling pretty foolish.

The girl smiled. “Oh, don’t mind me,” she said, wiping her eyes self-consciously. She opened the door to let Amy in. “I’ve been doing this all day, off and on. It’ll be good to get my-mind off it.”

Amy felt a little nervous and awkward about it. What if someone had died, or something? But she followed the girl inside the house. She spread all her cosmetics out on the coffee table, as she usually did, and talked about them.

The girl’s name, it turned out, was Tamyra. She was wearing a bathrobe, which was another reason Amy felt nervous. What if I came in the middle of her bath, or something? Amy thought. But Tamyra sat silently through Amy’s whole routine about her wares.

“I just found out my husband’s been cheating on me,” she finally said.

“Oh, how awful,” Amy said.

She felt surprised and embarrassed. She didn’t know why Tamyra would tell her, a total stranger, such a thing. And out of the blue, too.

“He’s been screwing his secretary for months,” Tamyra said. “I never suspected a thing.”

Tears welled up in Tamyra’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Amy felt sorry for her. Tamyra was such a beautiful girl. Amy couldn’t imagine how any man would want to cheat on her. The helpless tears – made the girl even more beautiful. She wept uncontrollably. Amy wanted to comfort her.

“Maybe there’s an… explanation,” she said weakly, thinking of her own cheating on Tom. “I mean, you’re so beautiful and everything. How could he…”

They were both sitting on Tamyra's small sofa. Instinctively Amy reached out and drew the shuddering girl to her. She encircled Tamyra’s shoulders with one arm and drew the girl’s head down on her own shoulder.

“You don’t have to cry,” she murmured over and over. “You don’t have to cry.”

Tamyra Wept silently for a few moments. She moved closer to Amy, pressing so close that Amy could feel the curves of her young body through the robe.

“It feels so good just to have someone hold me,” Tamyra whispered. “I’ve been so lonely.”

“I don’t mind. I don’t mind,” Amy repeated.

She didn’t mind, either. It felt kind of good to her, holding Tamyra like this.

A Warm wonderful feeling spread through her. She rocked Tamyra gently in her arms. When Tamyra lifted her tear-streaked face and her mouth, Amy’s mouth met hers before either of them even knew what they were doing.

Tamyra’s tongue slithered between her parted lips. She moved her mouth with ardent longing against the girl’s. My god, we’re kissing! she thought wildly.

This can’t be happening!

But it was happening. Their kiss became hot and searching. Their tongues probed and coiled together. Amy could feel Tamyra’s hands roving all over her body.

She could feel the urge to put her own hands under the girl's robe.

Never in her life had she dreamed of doing anything like this! The blood pounded in her ears. Tamyra’s wet moving lips were on her neck, kissing her throat.

When she squirmed as if to move away, her hand found that Tamyra’s robe was gaping open. Her fingers brushed the full round globes of Tamyra’s naked breasts.

“Go ahead,” Tamyra whispered.

“Go ahead and what?” Amy whispered back.

“Touch me." “Touch you?”

“Squeeze me. Don’t you want to?”

Tamyra breathed in Amy’s ear, her tongue following her breath. Amy’s whole body was seized with sexual shivers. Did she want to? She had never done anything like that.

She opened her hands. Tamyra leaned forward, filling Amy’s palms with the springy flesh of her firm warm breasts. At the same time she began unbuttoning Amy’s blouse.

“What… what are we doing?” Amy whimpered.

“Don’t think about it. Just do it,” Tamyra whispered.

Amy wanted to do back to Tamyra what Tamyra was doing-to her. But she was too afraid. It was so wrong. So she simply yielded to the girl. Tamyra stripped off her blouse and began fussing with the catch of her bra.

Amy shut her eyes. The full warm globes of Tamyra’s breasts in her hands felt wonderful. But she had to let them go because Tamyra had got her bra unclasped and was trying to get it off her arms.

“God; you’re so beautiful!” Tamyra whispered.

Amy wanted to ask, “Have you done this before?” Something about Tamyra’s skill at getting them both into this puzzled her. And the girl was obviously full of desire for her. On the other hand, it was nice to be desired. And in such a total way, too, by this total stranger.

The realization that it was a girl who was doing this to her seemed to have slipped her mind for the moment. Tamyra’s wet clever lips were now on her naked breasts, all over them. Tamyra’s mouth leeched nearly unbearable pleasures out of Amy’s throbbing nipples.

“Aaahhnnnnn!” Amy gasped uncontrollably.

God, I must be turning into a sex maniac or something! she thought. First Brad, now this. And with a girl this time! I’m really sick!

But she didn’t feel sick. She felt wonderful. No man had ever made love to her breasts the way Tamyra was doing. She explored each firm globe with her tongue and her lips. She knew how to make Amy’s nipples ache with fire.

“God, it feels so good!” Amy moaned.

“Mmmmrnmm, would you like to do it to me?” Tamyra asked.

“I… I’ve never done anything like this before,” Amy whispered shyly.

Tamyra pushed her down gently onto her back on the sofa. She put one hand on each side of Amy’s head and leaned over her, dangling her firm richly brown breasts in Amy’s face. Her dark nipples were large and puffy. Amy had never felt anything like what she felt now. Her mouth yearned for the succulent buds.

“There’s always a first time,” Tamyra whispered. “Kiss me, honey. Kiss me and suck me.”

She bent her elbows, lowering her quivering breasts into Amy’s face. Amy brought her hands up and cupped the smooth mounds of flesh. She squeezed them and watched Tamyra’s dark nipples flare. With her tongue she flicked one of the swollen buds.

“Ohhhhh!” Tamyra gasped.

Amy sucked the nipple between her lips. She squeezed the firm globe of Tamyra’s breast in both hands and sucked the girl greedily. She could hardly believe the wild pleasure it gave her, or the bliss it seemed to give Tamyra.

“Ohhhhhhh god, yes! God, yessssss!” the girl groaned, arching her back, pushing her breasts down into Amy’s working mouth.

Amy realized, now that it was too late, that a whole new forbidden world of lust had opened up for her. Eagerly devouring Tamyra’s beautiful dangling saliva-wet breasts, she realized that there was no turning back now. However girls fucked, she was going to find out.

It was horribly, scandalously wrong. But somehow, having done it with Brad had opened the door to everything. She wanted Tamyra, she wanted to fuck with her.

She didn’t wait this incredible pleasure to stop. She hummed and cooed with crazy lust, sucking and tonguing the stiff erect cones of Tamyra’s large excited nipples.

“Oh god, I want you, I want you!” she repeated wildly over and over, slurping Tamyra’s breasts, digging her fingers into the resilient flesh of the girl’s supple brown back.