Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

"I see," Maggie nodded. "And ever since…?"

"Ever since," Belinda smiled. "We found out gradually that other people in Dawson liked to swing, too, and we've had no trouble finding congenial couples. I can say truthfully that you and Ted, though, are the most promising I've seen yet. And I know David will agree on that. What's your sign?"

"My sign? Oh. Pisces."

"Hmm." Belinda scratched her chin. "You should blend well with a Capricorn."

"Really?" Maggie asked.

Belinda laughed. "I don't know," she confessed. "All the astrology books have a different story. What's Ted?"

"A Capricorn."

"So am I!" She made a swipe in the air with a finger. "Chalk up another one for Belinda!" Abruptly her face grew serious. "Maggie, when we were trading finger sucks, what were you thinking?"

Maggie's eyes went saucer big. "Thinking? I don't know."

"Of course you know. Tell me." There was no reply. "Maggie, when you said that Ted was your first and only man, did you mean that there hadn't been – any – women?"

Maggie shook her head quickly. "Of course not!"

"You've never done anything at all with another girl? How about when you were younger, just growing up? Didn't you ever get together with a girl friend and play 'Let's Compare Breasts'? Nothing?"

"Nothing," Maggie choked.

Belinda reached across the table and took Maggie's hand.

"Do you know what else I thought when I saw your photo on Ted's desk? I thought, I would love to make it with her."

"Please," Maggie protested. "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't think I want to know."

Belinda stood up and walked around the table.

She stood behind Maggie, her hands resting on the other girl's shoulders. "I think you know, Maggie." She stroked softly, a massaging touch that made Maggie tingle inside. "I think you do know and I think that upstairs, a little while ago, you were more ready than you want to admit. Be candid. Be honest. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You've made love with another man tonight, in front of your husband, while he was fucking another girl. Don't you owe it to yourself now to try the whole route?"

Her hands slid down Maggie's breastbone, taking firm but gentle hold of the soft, small tits whose nipples throbbed in stiff readiness. Belinda handled Maggie expertly, as if she knew precisely where each delicious nerve ending came close to the skin, while each brown, long-pointed nipple was caught securely between Belinda's fingers, receiving undreamed-of stimulation.

"No," Maggie whispered in a voice that didn't even convince herself. "I don't think I should be letting you do that."

"Why not?" Belinda challenged in a sexy, hoarse voice. "You like it. I can feel your heart pumping so fast, so fast…" She squeezed harder at the bare little tits and Maggie jumped in her chair. "Maggie," Belinda added in that same insistent voice, "I want you to stand up and turn around. I want you to rub your body against mine, and I want you to kiss me when I kiss you. Will you?"

Maggie said nothing. She had no voice, no will of her own. She was a prisoner to the purring tones and sensuous hands of the other woman. Slowly, very slowly, she eased her chair back, and she arose from the table, turning around like a movie projected at two frames per second.

Belinda stood waiting with open arms. She stepped forward and her tits pressed Maggie's, so warm, so vibrant, so soft. Maggie's arms came up – she intended to strike out, to defend herself against this perverted overture – but she watched in horror as her arms encircled Belinda's body and pulled the blonde girl close.

"Ooh," Belinda sighed, "your bush is tickling me."

Maggie's face lunged forward and her mouth slammed onto Belinda's with all the energy she could summon. Belinda's lips were parted in anticipation and their mouths flowed together. Maggie could feel Belinda's spit dribbling into her open mouth and she knew that she was reciprocating.

Belinda's arms went around Maggie, reaching low to cup and fondle the cheeks of the brunette's ass, pulling the girls closer together. Their cunts rubbed with thrilling intensity and mutual wetness oozed forth from pink slits to mingle on touching pubic mounds. Maggie felt Belinda's thigh intrude between her own legs, the smooth hard girl flesh pressing tight upon the lightly haired cunt, and she began to ride that leg hungrily, as hungrily as she was kissing and being kissed. Every fiber of her conscience told her that this was wrong, sinful, perverted – that women weren't supposed to touch and kiss and handle one another like this – but her own hands were grabbing for Belinda's ass and her lips were sucking in Belinda's oral honey, and her body told her that some calls of nature were too strong to ignore.

Belinda pulled her mouth away and she brushed hair out of her face. She was flushed, sexy, and beautiful at that moment and she knew it. Her blue eyes were bright and wicked as she husked, "Let's go upstairs. It's more comfortable if we have a bed beneath us."

Belinda's head bobbed back and forth, sucking first the right then the left nipple of Maggie's quivering little tits. Her tongue skirted the edges of the areolas, daubed wetly across the incredibly long, incredibly stiff nipples themselves. And then her lips closed upon Maggie's nipples and she pulled hard, as if she meant to stretch them far beyond their normal erectile capacity.

Maggie's head tossed from side to side as her friend continued to nurse her. She was discovering new depths of sensual feeling in her nipples, and she trembled on the verge of a mini-orgasm already.

Belinda raised her face, replacing her lips with gently squeezing fingers. She kissed the hollow at the base of Maggie's throat, tongue and lips dancing upward gaily to fasten upon the point of Maggie's chin. Maggie whined as she felt her flesh being sucked and bitten and she tried to jerk her head, to draw Belinda's lips once more onto her own. The ploy succeeded and again she was kissing the blonde girl mouth to mouth.

Their bodies rolled on the bed, both of them naked, both burning with sexual fervor. Maggie felt Belinda's heavy tits press her smaller pair, the nipples touching, and she whimpered ecstatically. Belinda's thigh inserted itself between Maggie's legs and commenced a provocative rubbing along the sparsely furred lips of Maggie's pussy. Cunt juices dribbled forth, dampening Belinda's flesh, making her rub all the harder. Inside Maggie's cunt her tiny clitoris was alive with excitement and she imagined she could almost hear it screaming for some attention.

Strength hummed through Maggie's muscles and she rolled hard, forcing Belinda onto her back. Triumphantly Maggie perched above the blonde, straddling her, panting as she looked down at the pinned woman. "Now I've got you!" she exulted.

Belinda looked up with an enigmatic smile. "You certainly have," she agreed. "What are you going to do about it?"

Maggie hesitated only for a second. Her face dropped and her open mouth seized upon Belinda's nearest nipple. She worried the stiff pink nubbin vigorously, chewing it, biting it, licking and kissing away any fleeting pain her attack might have caused. Belinda's hand petted Maggie as she sucked and licked, and wicked thrills gurgled through the horny brunette girl.

Her hand skidded down across Belinda's tummy, making for the hairless gash at the apex of slim, shapely thighs. It was so weird, she thought, to be touching an absolutely hairless cunt. She half expected to feel tiny stubbles in the peachy flesh but there were none. Belinda's pussy mound was smooth and soft as a baby's ass, its plush plumpness broken only by the bold pink gash of her cunt.

Maggie's fingers stroked the outer cuntlips, finding them already hot, wet and swollen. She seized a handful of cunt and squeezed it playfully while her mouth continued to eat it. Belinda moaned at the delicious pressure and her loins jerked, forcing herself more fully into Maggie's clutching palm. More wetness seeped forth, its musky fragrance scenting the bedroom's air, more erotic to Maggie at that moment than anything she had ever smelled in her life. It was sexier even than the expensive imported French perfume Ted bought her every year for Christmas, and Maggie knew that within a very short time she was going to have her nose inside Belinda's cunt, sniffing that sweet pussy firsthand.