Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

They slithered out of her jism-filled holes and three of them lay on the bed, Maggie in the middle, cum dripping from her ass and cunt to smear and stain the bedspread unabashedly. She put a hand on her tummy, feeling the quake of orgasm as it rolled inside her, and she closed her eyes. Enough was enough, for God's sakes!

Later, when Greg had gone, Maggie and Ted lay talking on their bed.

"I'm afraid we may have bitten off more than we could chew," Ted confessed. "Maybe we tried to do too much too soon."

"But it all felt so good," Maggie sighed. "Even today, with both of you inside me."

"Maybe we should take a vacation from it all," Ted suggested. "Spend some time in quiet surroundings, get to know each other again. I'm so Goddamned afraid that we're gonna get headed off in opposite directions and that I'll lose you. And honey, I couldn't live if that happened. I wouldn't want to."

Maggie nodded. "You're tight," she agreed. "I know! Why don't we do what we've been talking about? Go out to the Coast and see Mom and Daddy? You've been promising me that trip for over a year."

"I don't know," Ted sighed. "It's a long way to California. Maybe instead we could drive down to Tennessee and spend some time up in the Smokies. Rent a cabin, swim, fish…"

"California, please!" Maggie insisted. "Look, the Smokies sound square, I'll admit, and wholesome, and all-American, but who do you know that's any more square and wholesome and all-American than my parents? Isn't that just the atmosphere we need to get our heads and hearts together again?"

"Okay. California it is. You call the airport in Springfield and make the reservations. I can take a week, maybe two, off from work and we'll go. Monday?"

"Monday," Maggie agreed. "And I'll call Mom, so she can have things ready for us. Oh, Ted, I think this is just what we need! The last few days you and I have been getting so far apart it scares me, and it's gonna do us both a lot of good to get completely away from swinging and all that."

From the air Los Angeles looked like a sprawling giant. Wow! Maggie thought. You could fit every town she'd ever lived in into the enormous cluster of L.A. and still have room for a couple of Milwaukees.

When she and Ted entered the terminal building Maggie's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for her parents and sister, who had promised to meet them here. She heard a voice call her name and she turned with open arms, running to crush herself upon the bosom of her family.

"My God," she gurgled, "I don't believe it! Look at you! Is this what California living does for everyone? Ted, we've got to move out to the Coast, and fast! Don't they just look great?"

How could he deny it? All of them – Jake Villinger, his wife Cam, and their daughter PJ – gleamed with California tans and radiant healthy good looks. Hands shook, lips pecked kisses, and tears watered the corners of feminine eyes.

"Oh, wow," Maggie said, "I really can't get over it! Do any of you do anything except lie in the sun? God, you're all so beautiful!"

Ted shook his head. The Villingers didn't even look like the same people whose daughter he'd married two and a half years ago. They'd been living in Boise then, mousy middle-class people who were nice to be around though on the quiet, unobtrusive side. Now, Jake must have been spending a lot of time at a good gym. His body rippled with muscles and he seemed ten years younger. RI? He remembered her as a little brown mouse who had stood by shyly as her sister's maid of honor during the wedding. She'd grown. She was taller now, lean and lithe, with a nice pair of tits hiding inside her blouse. He cleared his head of that thought and cleared it quickly.

And Cam! She had been positively dowdy in his memory, a dull-looking middle-aged woman who seemed to fit naturally into a kitchen. But Christ! Her hair glowed, sun-bleached to a shiny golden blonde, her skin gleamed beneath its coating of tan, and she seemed suddenly to have sprouted legs, legs which her skimpy skirt showed off flatteringly. When she leaned against him for a kiss of welcome he felt her tits move beneath her halter top and he knew instinctively that they swung free and unconfined.

Maggie saw the flush that spread across her husband's face but she paid it no attention. She was home, even if she'd never been to California before in all her life. She was with her parents and her sister and she knew that no matter how serious the problems facing her and Ted, answers could be found in the comforting security of her family circle.

The house was everything Maggie expected. A split-level ranch in a suburban community ringing the heart of Los Angeles, it seemed to be the real-life dream of every middle-class American family. Air-conditioned, impeccably painted, the lawn green and evenly trimmed. There was a big color TV in the living room, a smaller one in the rumpus room along with bar and pool table, while the back yard contained a pool and patio. The only thing missing was a tennis court but, as Cam advised her daughter, the local club to which they belonged had a fine playing area and, besides, wasn't it much nicer to have the beautiful grove of orange frees ringing the rear of the property, insuring comfortable privacy for back yard gatherings?

"Maybe while you're here we can play a few sets at the club," Cam went on. "Lord knows I'm down there almost every day. It's incredible how fast you can get attached to tennis. I'd never played at all before we moved out here and now I can't seem to get enough."

"It's taken years off you," Maggie enthused. "You look like a young girl again. I'm surprised tat you don't have a regiment of teenaged boys after you, thinking you're just a sexy high school chick." She laughed and jabbed her mother in the ribs and both women giggled.

Cam's cooking hadn't suffered, in spite of her widening circle of interests. Maggie eagerly pronounced dinner to be the best she'd ever tasted, as the family sat in chairs on the patio, enjoying after-dinner drinks in the gathering dusk.

A light shone on the pool as PJ swam languidly. My, my, Maggie thought, eyeing her sister's graceful figure, well displayed in the skimpy bikini she wore. Obviously that was the style out here, with the bra just big enough to cover the nipples and the panties riding low and revealing half of the crack of her ass, but PJ certainly had the body for it. Eighteen now, PJ had begun to blossom into a beautiful woman. If she'd been anyone else, Maggie would have drooled with desire and plotted ways to get her hands and lips inside those bikini pants, and even the realization that this was true clung nervously inside her head. But it was working, just as she'd thought it would. The frenzied swinging she had tasted in Dawson seemed far away, and the hot, horny Maggie of last weekend might well have been another person entirely.

Cam Villinger stood up, shrugging out of the long red robe she wore. It rippled to her feet and Maggie was hard put to repress a whistle of astonishment. Beneath the flowing robe her mother was wearing a tiny red bikini, every bit as flimsy as PJ's, and it looked absolutely fantastic on her.

Now, laid almost bare in her tiny swimsuit, it was easy for Maggie to see that her mother had really shaped up since moving to the Coast. Golden-bronze skin tones and rippling female muscles couldn't disguise, couldn't draw attention away from the seeming new life that had infected Cam's body. Cuddled in the red cups Cam's tits jiggled sexily, and her trim tummy was as flat as her two daughters'. A gold chain was fastened around her waist and, like PJ, she showed off the tight crack of her ass where her swimsuit bottom stretched across her bouncy butt.

She hesitated a moment on the brink of the pool, almost as if she were modeling her body for the benefit of her daughter and son-in-law, and then Cam dove in gracefully, a splash of water rising into the air as she submerged.