Brad Boyer: Bondage wives

"God damn." He walked slowly around the woman. Her tail was concealed by another triangle of yellow silk, the cloth clinging tightly to the curves, showing all that there was to show. The split between her cheeks showed slightly at the top. "Incredible." He caressed her round tail.

"Can I wear it? Can I?"

"Just this once. I want everybody to see how bitchin sexy my wife is. But not after this morning."

"Oh, Dave. Thank you." She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, her breasts sliding on his chest.

Dave traced the outline of her figure with his hands. He was in his trunks and he started to get turned on. His fingers traced the strings that held her small suit in place. Dave's arousal grew. The front of his suit moved out, the bulge of his dick showing clearly.

"You'd better take it off, Marilyn."

"Ohhh, you said that…"

"Take it off so I can make love to you." He pressed his bulging crotch to her leg.

"Dave! Oh!" Her arms clasped his body closer, his skin cool against her flesh.

"How do I get you out of this thing?" His fingers fumbled with the string across her back.

"This way. It's just sort of a bow." She reached around with both hands, her breasts looming ahead, tightly pressed to his body. "There." The string came undone and she moved back an inch to peel the cloth from her tits.

"Oh, Marilyn." Dave's head ducked and he began to kiss one tit. The nipples stood up almost instantly.

Marilyn peeled the cloth, from her crotch. It fluttered to the floor. His fingers found her pussy and she soared instantly into full pleasure.

"Marilyn," Dave moaned and bore the girl to the floor. His cock sprang up to full size and he lunged right into her waiting snatch, desperate to come, riding a crest of sudden lust that seized his balls. One thrashing plunge, two, three and Dave felt the billows begin to break in his nuts. "Marilyn! OH GOD!" Sharp spikes of sheer delight leaped from his dick. He was there, fucking full force, body tightly plastered to the blonde's splendid figure.

"OH!" Dave came, fast rushes of wild pleasure loose through his stomach. His legs flailed as he drove right up the middle of the cunt, spewing cum in a sudden hot shower, every nerve alive, the desperate pressure taking charge of him until he was drained.

She tried to stay with him but his swift rush of passion peaked and fell away before she was ready.

"Dave." She kissed his face, clinging to him as be slowed, then stopped moving. "Oh, Dave. Was it good for you?"

"Yeah. Oh, God yes. So fast, too. Christ, I just got started and wham! All over." He started to withdraw.

"Oh. I wanted it, too." She moved her hips to him.

"Marilyn." He tried, moved his cock inside her, but the rod kept shrinking and slipped out of the slick tunnel.

"Mmmmmm." Marilyn pouted for a second when the tool abandoned her, unsatisfied.

"I'm sorry, babe." Dave sat beside her on the carpet. "It'll be good for you next time. I promise. I just got so carried away. You turn me on so much… just looking at you. It was so good!"

"That's okay." She kissed him softly. "I'm glad my body excites you so mpch."

"It does. I don't want to look at anything else. Ever." He kissed her and they sank to the floor for a moment.

In their rush, neither had noticed that the drapes were open, the sliding door ajar.

Brenda noticed. She was headed for the beach when she saw Dave mounting the girl. She moved closer to watch, looking at Dave's naked body. She got a glimpse or two of his dick. Nice size.

Brenda looked until Dave got up, then hurried away, a nice creamy warmth all through her box.

Dave got to his feet and helped Marilyn to stand. He put on his trunks and watched while she got into her tiny bikini. "Let's go swim." He turned to the door.

"That's okay. Nobody looked. They're all way down on the beach. Let's go." Dave stepped into the sunshine, Marilyn right behind him, her body glowing in the light.

Dave carried their towels and gear and they walked side by side to the edge of the water, Marilyn very aware or the looks the men gave her, their eyes hungry as they scanned her form.

Dave put his arm around her and drew her closer. "That's so everybody'll know I'm with you. With the sexiest, most beautiful girl on the beach."

"Dave. Oh, thank you." She leaned in and kissed him briefly on the cheek. They picked a spot and settled down.

Brenda watched them closely, her eyes stripping the suit from Dave, revealing the body she'd seen fucking just a few minutes earlier.

Carl's eyes were glued to Marilyn. A jolt of lust sped through him and he looked intently at her, right at the big tits and nice snatch. Be one hell of a challenge, he thought, to take her away from her husband on her honeymoon.

Brenda looked more closely at Dave. Sure be worth trying to get him in bed, she thought. Just for an hour. Maybe see if she could come with a man without all the bondage gear and everything. Sure be worth trying to do. She rolled to her back and shoved the top of her two piece suit lower on her boobs. Low enough so that the tips of the nipples showed slightly. That damn blonde was going to be one hell of a lot of competition. Brenda let more nipple show.

"Honey, where's the sun tan oil?" Marilyn asked.

"Oh, here." He handed it to her, glancing again at Brenda. More nipple showed. Almost the whole of her tit was sticking out. Dave smiled again.

Marilyn sat up to spread the oil down her legs.

"Do you want to do this for me, Dave?"

"No. I'd better keep my hands to myself for a while. Unless you want me raping you right out here."

"Well…" she smiled. "If it wasn't for the other people, I wouldn't mind."

"Later, okay?" He stroked her shoulder and ran one finger lazily down her arm.

"Any time, Dave." She smeared more oil down the other leg, making the smooth tan sparkle.

Dave looked over at Brenda. He'd always been fond of looking at beautiful women. She was sure built. Her legs looked like they could hold on and hang tight and go forever.

Dave shook his head sharpiy. "Uk, hey, I want a swim. Want to come along?"

"Not right now. I just got the oil all over me. I'll just lie here. You go along."

"Okay. Be back in a few minutes."

Marilyn watched blur until he was swimming away. She lay back, eyes closed, toasting nicely in the warm sun.

Brenda watched the man closely, admiring how well he moved, how strongly he swam. Eyes on him, she rolled to lie face down, undoing the top of her bikini to bare her back.

"Carl, spread some of that oil on me, will you?"

"Sure thing." He drizzled some onto her brown skin and spread it slowly with his hands, the finger tips reaching down to touch the sides of her breasts. He spread the cream down her spine, right to the edge of her tail, fingers moving under the tight green fabric for an instant before they traveled up her sides for another grope of hee tits.

"That's fine, Carl. Thanks." She stopped him when his gliding hands had succeeded in making her nipples firm and starting a nice pulse of desire in her cunt.

Brenda watched as Dave swam a hundred yards or so out, then turned and headed back in.

Brenda watched as he came closer, water streaming from him. He carried himself well, casually proud, very self-assured. She smiled and picked up her head, enough to show off her breasts.

Dave turned and started to walk toward Marilyn. He saw Brenda and changed course slightly to pass closer to her. His wet suit clung closely to ibis ass and crotch.

Brenda reached back and started to fasten the top of her bikini. She rose into a half crouch. Her fingers slipped and the skimpy top tumbled to the sand. "Oh!" She tried to reach for it, not attempting to cover her bare boobs.