David Crane: Three horny wives

They sat on the sundeck drinking coffee.

Carol said, "Morgan brought me coffee in bed this morning, but he had ulterior motives." She smiled. "Figured if he could pour some coffee into me he could get some pecker up me. Like a male nympho, he is. A satyr, I guess it's called."

"Lucky girl," said Jennifer.

Carol shrugged.

"Not lucky?" Jennifer asked.

"Well, time are limits. I mean… I'm a woman who likes to be romanced. Oh, I like to screw as much as the next girl, but I like some preliminaries first. You know? But Morgan gets a hard-on and just wants to stick it up my cunt and bang away, as soon as it gets stiff. Like this morning. I was still asleep. If he'd started stroking me little, you know I might have woke up ready for it. But he just bangs the coffee down and sticks his prick in my face. Ugh! I mean, he's got an adorable cock and all, but first thing in the morning my mouth is dry. The last thing I want is a dick is my mouth. Even if I'd had the coffee first, maybe… but he didn't have time to wait for me to wake up."

Jennifer looked impish as she said, "You should have sent him around to see me."

Carol raised her eyebrows.

"I had an even worse experience," Jennifer said. She was glad that her friend had started talking about sex because she felt like telling someone about how her own sex life was faltering. She said, "I was just joking, of cause. I wouldn't like to fuck your husband. But I'm about ready to fuck someone. The milkman, the mailman, Christ… anybody. I'm just like Morgan, always horny."

"This sounds interesting," Carol said, leaning closer.

Her plump little tits jiggled in her tee shirt, the stiff tips poking out in points.

"Oh, it's just that Fred has been working too hard." Jennifer said. "Our sex life has fallen off drastically. But this morning… well, I woke up really hot." She smiled. "Fred was still asleep. But he had a hard-on. It looked so good that I simply had to give it a lick. And a lick led to a suck. And before I knew it I was giving him head like a wild woman, a cannibal, you know? So he camein my mouth. Well, that was nice. But then he woke up and we were going to fuck when the damn alarm clock went off…" She shrugged. "No time for it. He had to dash. So there I am, all worked up with a bellyful of cum and he goes to work."

"How awful!"

Jennifer grinned.

"I had to give myself a hand-job in the shower," she confessed, coloring faintly.

Carol looked intrigued.

"Isn't that terrible?" Jennifer said.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm always rubbing myself off," Carol told her. "Isn't that ironic? I have a husband with a cock that's always hard, but I wind up doing it myself. I did it this morning, too, in fact. It's just that I wasn't ready for it when he woke me up, then after he left I got to thinking about his big pecker and I finger fucked myself."

The girls grinned at each other, sharing their erotic secrets.

Jennifer said, "Maybe we should take lovers."

"Romantic lovers," Carol said.

"Oh, I don't want any romance. Nothing in which I might get emotionally involved. Just some prick."

"Yeah, but from same guy who knows what foreplay is, huh?" said Carol. "That would suit me, too."

Suddenly, impulsively, Jennifer said, "Why don't we?"

"Axe you serious?"

"I don't know. I think so."

"I wouldn't mind."

"Maybe the next time the boys go bowling or have a poker game, you and I could go to town. You think?"

Carol looked interested, but doubtful.

"Where would we go?" she asked.

"Somewhere we are not likely to run into anyone we know, that's for sure," said Jennifer.

"Somewhere that if we do happen to be seen by anyone, we'll be damn sure they won't want it know that they frequent such places either."

"That's exactly what I had in mind," said Jennifer.

"But where?"

"Oh, I don't know for sure, but there are lots of likely looking bars downtown."

"You mean like the Moonglow?" said Carol. "It's right around the corner from the boys' office. I was waiting in the car for Morgan one day and saw a lot of guys going in and out."

"Yes, that's the kind of place. We'd have no trouble picking up men there," said Jennifer. "If we had a place of our own… an apartment in town… someplace we could entertain," Carol speculated. "Meeting men is easy. But I wouldn't want to go to a hotel with a strange man… or back to his place. I'd want to be in charge, you know, so that if it, didn't work out I could ask him to leave."

"Yeah, I see that," Jennifer agreed.

They were both silent for a few moments. They were both thinking about the advantages of having their own apartment in town.

Them Carol said, "Colleen Harrison!"

Jennifer said, "She won't be interested in coming with us. She's only been married a few weeks. I'll bet she gets all the dick she wants."

"That's not what I meant," Carol said. "Colleen still has her apartment in town. She was telling me the other day. She's trying to sell the lease. The place she used to live in before she got married. Bob is only working part time so I know she'll be glad of some extra money. I'll bet Colleen would let us rent her apartment if we were really serious."

"Oh, wow. You think? What would we tell her?"

"The truth. She's no prude."

"Let's do it!" Jennifer said impulsively.

And Carol said, "I'm game."

The two women looked at each other, sharing the thrill of erotic sensations and expectation.

"If only Colleen is willing…" said Jennifer.

They had no idea how willing Colleen would be.

Unlike Jennifer and Carol, whose problems were of a sexual nature, Colleen had no trouble on that score. Her problems were of a financial nature.

The benefits of having a husband who stayed home until noon were, for Colleen, outweighed by the reason why he could stay home until noon.

Bob Harrison only worked part time. Colleen and Bob had fallen in love and had married without regard for the future. Colleen's parents had given them the house in the suburbs as a wedding present, but Bob did not earn enough to maintain it and they were in tight financial straits.

Bob Harrison was not an ambitious man. He was quite happy to lie in bed with his bride, fucking all morning.

Rut Colleen was more practical.

She hoped that she would soon be able to sell the lease on her apartment in town and put some money in the empty coffers. That was why she was reading the apartment wanted ads in the paper as they lay in bed that morning. The real-estate brokers had not, so far, found a buyer, and Colleen was hoping that she could make a private deal.

Colleen was a honey blonde with blue eyes and a sensual mouth. Her lower lip stuck out in a perpetual pout that Bob thought was very erotic.

Even when she was reading the paper she was erotic, he thought, as he gazed sideways at her face and moved his hand up her thigh. He began to run his fingers up and down the in side of her creamy thighs and then moved his hand up to stroke between her legs and over her curly mound.

His gaze dropped from Colleen's face, his eyes sweeping down over her lush curves.

As his eyes moved down, his cock moved up, stirring towards a booming hard-on.

She arched her back, pushing her tits out.

They were large and firm, thrusting proudly out from her narrow torso, capped by large, stiffening nipples. Her waist was tiny, her hips nicely curved into a cradle of love, her legs long and shapely. Her cunt was a prominent mound, thatched by a curly thicket of pubic hair and bisected by a juicy pink slit. She had a lovely ass, too, although her husband could not see it at the moment, since she was ling on it. Those fine contours were engraved on his memory, however. He knew what those firm cheeks felt like when he cupped them in his hands, lifting her loins into a platform of lust… and what they felt like against his lean belly when he fed it to her doggy style.