Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

"I think I'm going to take a dip myself," Jake smiled, and he drew his T-shirt over his head. Maggie noted with approval the vivid bleaching of his chest hairs and the strong, manly flow of his biceps. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, and he too was wearing a swimsuit beneath his clothes. His trunks were of the male bikini variety, low-riding, tight, and sensationally formfitting. Apparently these were also the style here and Jake was used to wearing them in public, for he made no effort to hide the fact that his trunks might have been painted onto his body. Maggie's eyes widened as she caught sight of the bulge of hex father's cock and balls, stunningly outlined in the fabric of his swim trunks. It was almost as if her father stood frankly nude before her – the only thing of which she was ignorant was the precise size of his cock. She forced herself to look any as he dived in to join his wife and younger daughter.

"Why don't you and Ted join us?" Cam suggested, surfacing and lifting herself onto the edge of the pool. Water dripped don her face and body as she smiled at Maggie, and the paints of her nipples made strong impressions on the cups of her bra.

Maggie shook her head, forcing a yawn. Halfway through it she discovered that she wasn't forcing. She really was tired – after all, she and Ted had had a long flight – but she also felt a sense of uneasiness. It was much like seeing those older people at the party. She didn't think of her parents in terms of postage stamp bikinis and form-fitting swim trunks and she wasn't quite ready for it.

On the other hand, she rationalized, it was just California. Everyone knew that life on the West Coast was more leisurely, more dedicated to sun and fun. Jake and Cam had been living here for over a year and it was no wonder if they were into their new environment. After Boise and all those other prairie and mountain towns, L.A. must be a whole new trip for them, and they seemed to enjoy it.

"I think I'm going to bed," Maggie smiled. "After all, it's been a long day." She stood up and looked at her husband. His eyes were focused ahead, on the splashing figures in the pool, and she was willing to bet that he was eyeing PJ's hot little ass. "How about you, Ted?" she asked. "Are you ready to turn in, too?"

Startled, he looked up at her. "Oh," he said in a faraway voice. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm pretty tired."

He didn't seem that tired when they were in bed. The room was air-conditioned cool and it seemed silly to wear anything to bed, so Maggie slipped naked between the crisp clean sheets beside her husband. He turned on her as soon as she was next to him and she felt his thick cock banging on her belly.

Their sex hadn't been so great the last couple of days, not even after they'd finally come to terms with their problem, and Maggie was surprised at the power and speed with which Ted mounted her. He worked his cockhead in her slit for a moment or two, until she was wet and ready, and then he slammed inside her cunt. Maggie's feet tangled in the sheets and she couldn't get her legs up to wrap around him, the way she liked, but it didn't matter. He fucked her powerfully, plugging her cunt with his cock, kneading her bare tits with his strong hands.

It felt good, Maggie decided, so damned good! It was the old Ted, not the stranger with whom she'd shared a home and little else the past week. His cock was hard and hot, and her cunt was wet and insatiable. Before he spilled his turn into her he reached down beside the bed and grabbed up her panties, using them to mop up the dripping jism and prevent staining the cool pink-and-white sheets. As he rubbed the silky panties across her sopping gash, his fingers diddled Maggie's cunt and she burst into flame in his hands, her lips seeking his, her fingers scratching his back lovingly.

Peeling warm and mushy, Maggie lay back on the bed. What had brought this on? she wondered. It was welcome as all hell but she hadn't been expecting so passionate an attack so early in their vacation. Her eyes slit and she gave him a kinky little smile. If she didn't miss her guess he'd been fantasizing that it was sexy PJ he was fucking. She was positive, and she wasn't sure whether she liked it.

"Ted," she purred, "do you think PJ is attached?"

He shrugged. My, she thought, he was a much better actor than she'd given him credit for. "She's cute," he acknowledged. "If you like teenyboppers!"

Maggie smiled. "Was that why you kept staring at her in the pool?"

"I wasn't," he said, and she almost believed him.

The tone of serious honesty in his voice was incredible. Maggie held back. She didn't want to start a fight, so why accuse him of lying to her? Anyway, he couldn't have her sister. They'd agreed on that. No swinging until they'd straightened themselves out, and alter that – who knew? Maybe they'd revert to their old one-on-one lifestyle for keeps. Promiscuity might be fun but there was no sense whatever in letting it wreck their marriage.

She reached out and fingered Ted's cock thoughtfully. Her mouth opened as she leaned forward and she began to suckle his wet, limp prick until, with startling swiftness, it was no longer limp. Her head moved up and down in quick, expert fashion, and she felt him touch her hair as she sucked his cock.

Ted looked down at his sucking wife. In spite of the progressive sexual nature of what she was doing, she looked innocent as a baby. How could he tell her that it wasn't her sister who had excited him into that hot wild fuck – that it was really his wife's mother?

His cock danced in Maggie's mouth, battered by her tongue, pressured by her lips, and he felt a fresh load building inside his balls, a load that he was anxious to pour right down Maggie's gulping throat. He closed his eyes and it seemed that he was fucking his cock into a beautiful tanned face, ringed by golden, sun-bleached hair, and that Cam was giving him the most fantastic blow job in the world.

When Ted finally opened his eyes all the way and peered at the alarm clack beside the bed he was shacked to note that it was nearly eleven a.m. Christ! Talk about oversleeping. There was no Maggie beside him, either, and he saw that her suitcase was open, clothes pulled around as if she'd been searching for something special to wear.

He threw off the sheet, yawned and got up. Jesus! He had a pins hard-on that wouldn't quit and his bladder was full! Idly he puttered around the room, waiting for the raging morning hard-on to subside so he could piss without pain, and in the process he managed to get himself dressed.

He flushed the toilet, zipped up and smiled. That felt better. Now he could face the world. He went out of the bathroom and into the main part of the house, looking for Maggie. There was no sign of her. He could hear a radio playing outside and he followed the sound onto the patio.

Cam, wearing a sleeveless smock to her knees, a sun hat and dark glasses, was just opening up a small hamper. She had a sandwich in her hand and, at the sound of his footsteps, she turned to Ted with a smile.

"Hi, sleepyhead," she told him. "You missed breakfast, but how about a cold lunch? I've got sandwiches and there's coffee on. Or would you rather have a beer?"

"Not this early," he grinned. "Where's Maggie?"

"Oh. She went with PJ to hunt for clothes. PJ starts in at Community College in a couple of weeks – she's taking a summer session to get oriented – and she swears she needs an entirely new wardrobe. They'll probably be gone all day. Jake's at work, so I guess we'll have to entertain one another. But only for a while. I have a tennis date at three."

Ted slouched across the patio barefooted and dropped into a chair in the shade. He thanked Cam for the sandwich and began to chew on it. His balls still ached from fucking Maggie so hard last night and from the super load of piss he'd just gotten rid of.