Steve Forest - The wolf wives

"I hope you don't mind," she said, without looking up. "I'll be with you in a minute. These garter belts are a bother sometimes. I guess that's why no one wears them anymore. No one but me, that is. But I love the way they feel. And I love the way they look." She stood up quickly, and, taking the hem of her skirt in her hand, lifted it clear to her waist. Then, as Jay watched, open-mouthed, she turned slowly so that Jay could get a good view of her entire body from the waist down, clad only in a black and red lace garter belt, black satin panties, and black stockings. Then she dropped the hem again.

"Don't you?" she continued.

"Huh?" Jay said involuntarily.

"Don't you love the way they look?" Linda said patiently.

"Garter belts, you mean?" Jay mumbled, confused and a little unnerved.

"All right, garter belts, if you like," Linda said in the kind of voice one usually reserves for an uncooperative child.

"Yeah," Jay said with uncertainty. "I guess I do like the way garter belts look."

"But I wasn't really asking what you thought about garter belts, silly," Linda chided. "I meant my legs."

Now Jay laughed, some of his confidence returning. Mrs. Wells was just being friendly, trying to keep up the mood of the other night, he thought. And, she being such a sexy woman, it was only natural that she would kid around in a sexy way. "I think your legs look beautiful, Mrs. Wells," he said.

"I told you to call me Linda," she said, moving closer to him. "And what about the rest of me?"

"I think the rest of you looks pretty good, too," he answered. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Linda."

"Then why don't you hold me in your arms?" Linda asked, suddenly pushing her body against Jay's and putting her arms around his waist. Linda Wells' petiteness was perfect contrast for Jay's size. Her head reached only to his mid-chest. When Jay felt her nuzzling against him, he put his arms around her. Then, almost without realizing what he was doing, he lifted her up so that they were face to face. Linda wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. As soon as Jay felt the soft warm lips of his English teacher pressing insistently against his own, he felt his cock rising in his pants. He just didn't know what to make of this. He had reported to Mrs. Wells for a work conference and here she was in his arms. And they were kissing each other.

Linda turned her head so that her lips came close to Jay's ear. She blew gently against it and then began nibbling at the lobe. "Oh, Jay," she murmured, "I haven't been able to think about anything but you since Saturday afternoon."

Jay just listened in silent disbelief, trying to unscramble the thoughts which were racing crazily through his head.

"You're so big and strong and so handsome. Oh, Jay, hold me tight. Please." Jay held her tighter in his arms, his mind spinning.

"Have you been thinking about me?" she asked.

Not knowing what else to do, Jay answered, "Yes. I haven't been able to get a picture of you in those hot pants out of my mind. At school, I never see you wearing anything but a skirt, or a dress."

"Oh, Jay," she whispered. "You could see me wearing nothing, if you like. I'd do anything you wanted. Oh, Jay, hold me. Put your hand inside my blouse."

Jay half carried her to the leather couch which stood by her desk and together they fell into it.

Jay continued kissing her while the fingers of both his hands began to fumble at the buttons of the tight-fitting blue jersey blouse which she was wearing. When he had opened the top two buttons, he slipped one hand inside.

She wore no bra so when Jay put his hand inside her blouse, his fingers came into immediate contact with her soft round tit. It seemed to roll around inside her blouse as though, on its own, it was seeking his hand. Linda's entire body was squirming with the excitement of Jay's caress. Her nipple hardened as the rough skin of the palm of Jay's hand brushed across its tip. She reached for his crotch and stroked his pulsating hard-on right through the thick material of his pants.

"Quick, Jay," she murmured. "Help me get this off." She started opening the other buttons of her blouse. Jay tried to help her, but kept tangling his fingers in the material in his excitement. At last the buttons had all been undone, and Linda began to shrug out of the blouse. Now she was nude from the waist up.

Jay took one of her soft round boobs in each of his hands. His hands were big and her tits filled them both. Even though they were smaller than his wife's, they had a certain mature roundness to them which made them even more exciting. Linda sat on the couch while Jay kneeled on the floor. At first he just held and rubbed her tits with his hands.

Then Linda put her hands on either side of Jay's face and drew him toward her. She guided his head to one of her soft white tits. For a moment Jay just looked at the silky white skin as he stroked and petted the tender globe. Then, moving slowly, he placed his lips against the soft surface. Softly, like the flutter of a butterfly's wing, he kissed her boob, working his lips in a circle that brought them around the entire globe of her tit. Then he began to kiss his way closer to her nipple, which was bright red and swollen with excitement to near bursting. Then, he sucked the pink button into his mouth. At the touch of his tongue, Linda sighed a long deep sigh of pleasure.

"Oh, Jay," she whispered. "I knew you'd be dynamite. Oh, keep on doing that."

Jay sucked on her nipple like a child at his mother's tit, doing all the things with his mouth that he had always wanted to do to Karen. Each time he put his tongue in a new place, or wiggled it in a different way, Linda sobbed or gasped or sighed to let him know that he was pleasing her. Karen always lay like a dead fish, never responding except for the other night and the sounds that Linda Wells was making were arousing Jay beyond his wildest dreams.

He moved his head from side to side, first sucking on one of her big red nipples, and then on the other. He felt his cock straining painfully at his pants, as though, at any minute, it would rip through the material. He wanted her to hold it again, as she had been doing before. He reached for one of her hands and placed it on the swollen mound of his cock. For a minute Linda stroked it up and down. Then suddenly she jumped back.

"My God!" she said. "What if someone comes in? Oh, Jay, this is insane. We've got to go somewhere where we can be safe." She picked up her blouse and began to put it on. "That door isn't even locked. And I've got to teach a class in a couple of minutes. Oh, I'm a mess!" When she had buttoned her blouse again, she began combing her hair.

Jay was flabbergasted. He just stood and stammered and stuttered. "Er, ah, um, Linda…"

"Jay," Linda began, ignoring his consternation, "Where can we go to be alone later? I want more of you."

Jay remembered that he was supposed to cook dinner. "Karen has a late class," he said. "She won't be home until seven o'clock."

"Quick," Linda said. "Write down your address. Can I meet you there in an hour?"

"Sure," Jay said. "I'll cut the rest of my classes."

"Good," Linda said breathlessly. "And I'll try to dismiss my class early so that I can get there even sooner. My panties are getting wetter by the minute, and I don't know how much longer I can hold out." Then, turning out the light in her office and opening the door, she said, "Come, why don't you walk me to my next class?" After Jay had dropped Linda off at the English Building for her class, he hurried over to the parking lot for his motorcycle. On his way home, he went through three red lights in his hurry to get there and get things ready. Three blocks from his house, he stopped at the store for a bottle of vodka and some orange juice, just in case he needed to get things going, although it looked like Linda wouldn't be needing any artificial stimulation.