Rex Taylor: Overeager wife

She took off her hat, letting down her long, fluffy hair, and she removed the sunglasses. Her eyes were bright and blue. It was too bad Maggie hadn't inherited those eyes, but he was brown-eyed and brown genes were stronger.

"I thought I'd sun for a while," she told him happily. "It's such a change for me, living out here where you can keep a beautiful tan all year round, and I hate to miss a chance to sun myself."

"Fine with me," Ted said, his mouth full of sandwich.

She unbuttoned the smock and hung it on the back of her chair and Ted nearly choked on his sandwich. She was wearing a bikini underneath the smock, if you could call it a bikini. For the most part it was made up of strings. Two tiny triangles covered her nipples and a slightly larger piece of triangle nestled between her golden thighs. When she turned around he could see that the suit was completely backless, save for a thin string that ran through the crack of her ass.

Ted closed his eyes and looked the other way. Jesus! She might be Maggie's mom, but she had a beautiful ass! If he looked at it he wouldn't be able to control himself.

When he finally dared to look in her direction, Cam was lying face up on the tiles, glasses coveting her eyes. She was still almost naked but at least he wasn't looking right into the crack of her bare ass. "I think I will have a beer," he muttered, and he went into the house.

She'd rolled onto her tummy by the time he came back and the first thing he saw was her ass, round and gorgeous, sticking up at him invitingly. Cam was tan everywhere Ted could see, and he could see almost everywhere. A bottle of lotion was beside her, uncapped, and she looked up at him with a smile.

"Would you be a dear, Ted, and rub some oil on my back? I can't quite reach everywhere." She held the lotion toward him as she spoke and there was nothing he could do but swallow hard at his Olympia and drop to his knees beside her.

Ted squeezed lotion into his hands, rubbing them together as Cam lay back down. Her fingers came up and she untied the string which secured her top. "Just rub it in all over," she advised, and he began to anoint her back.

His palm smoothed across her skin, finding it slick as glass. And warm, too, with that delightfully soft layer of body fat common to women.

Cam sighed as she felt him oiling her. "Lower, please," she called, and his hand began to slide reluctantly downward from her shoulder blades.

Ted moved hesitantly, wishing he were in some other place doing something else right now. God, she couldn't know how much she turned him on! His cock was hardening inside his pants and he had to find some way to get back inside without Cam's seeing it. She'd think he was a pervert for sure, some kind of sex maniac who'd married into the family.

He couldn't help it. He told his cock to lie still, to soften, to forget all about this, but his cock had a mind and a will of its own.

She was old enough to be his mother, he thought in warning. She was certainly old enough to be Maggie's mother, and she was!

Until that crazy night at the swinging party, Ted had never given the slightest thought to fucking an older woman. Who'd want an old bag in her forties or fifties? he'd wondered. Young was where it was at. And then he'd met Marion.

Oh, she'd had her eye on him from the moment the five of them arrived at the party. He's seen her looking him up and down. And then, after David went off with that fairy, Marion had jumped right in. Before he knew it they were upstairs in bed, and his cock was in her mouth and his fingers were inside her hot cunt and they were coming all over each other.

"Well-preserved" was the word for Marion. She looked pretty good, and her cunt was in excellent working order. And she was literally insatiable. Nine Goddamned times he'd gotten it up for her that night. Nine times. And still he knew she could have gone around with him at least half a dozen more. When they finally parted, he'd spent all his time with her, in one bed or another, and she was still sucking on his cock trying to make it hard just one more time.

Hot? God, was she ever hot! And she always had one eye open for a young guy to fuck her royally. Why not? she'd explained. A woman in her middle years is at the peak of her sexuality, while men over thirty are in at least the beginning of their decline. Marion could romp in the sack till the cows came home but her husband Dan was good for two, maybe three times, and then he was out. So she craved young studs, with the same passion her husband hunted teeny bopper cunt.

She scared the shit out of Ted, writhing on his impaling cock, milking it with her fantastic cunt, screaming and crying for more. He'd fucked her three times – in that first bedroom, then run for his life, but she'd followed, grabbed him by the cock, and started the ball rolling again. At the beginning it had seemed like a nightmare, but by the time it was over he knew that this was better than any juicy wet dream he'd ever dreamt.

And now here was Cam and his mother-in law. If anything, she was sexier than Marion, with those great tits and legs and that knockout ass that seemed to be drawing his fingers like a magnet. In Idaho she'd seemed like a proper middle-American matron, drab and dowdy, but now – God!

He was rubbing oil in the small of her back now, just above the dynamite swell of her asscheeks. Tilting the bottle he got a fresh handful, greased his palms, and, before he could stop himself, he was holding her by the ass, grinding the tanning oil into her smooth hot cheeks.

Cam made a half-turn, fingers pulling up her sunglasses. "Ted!" she blurted. "What are you doing?"

He blushed but he didn't let go. He couldn't. Something inside him, some demon out of control, glued his hands to her body, forcing him to clutch her ass so desperately.

She wiggled and wiggled until she was sitting on her ass and his hands hung weakly by his sides. He knelt panting, unable to look her directly in the eyes.

"My God," Cam whispered, "what in the hell got into you?"

And then her eyes dropped into Ted's lap and she saw the bulge that pushed out the front of his trousers. It was an enormous, inescapable hard-on, and she was the only one who could have caused it.

"Dear Lord," she sighed. "I guess you weren't ready for the string suit." She reached to touch his knee and an electric vibration whined through Ted's body. "I'm sorry," she said, "but out here everyone wears suits like this. Sometimes Jake and I even go to an all-nude beach. I just wasn't thinking."

Ted wanted to apologize but he couldn't. His face was scarlet and he damned, himself for an idiot, for trying to play with his mother-in-law. Clearly, in spite of her suggestive clothes and body, Cam Villinger was a decent, moral American housewife and mother, and it made him sick to think that he had endeavored to treat her like fair game at a swap party.

"I don't know what happened," he choked. "One minute I was oiling you up."

"And the next minute," Cam laughed, "you were – oh, don't sweat it!" Touching his cheek with the back of her hot fingers she added, "And stop blushing. You're a big boy. You don't have to go scarlet when you're naughty."

He had to smile then, and his hand caught hers as it continued to stroke his cheek. He could feel the blushes fading away. "No hard feelings leftover?" he wondered.

"Certainly not," Cam replied. "That was nothing compared to what some guys have tried in the supermarket. Oh, out here in California you get used to weirdos making grabs. Not that you're a weirdo, of course. You're a sweet, handsome boy and you're part of the fun."

She went onto her knees and leaned forward to kiss his forehead as a signal that all was forgiven. One of her tits hit him on the chin, throbbing hotly behind its minuscule cloth shield, and he could feel her nipple through the thinness of the fabric. It was a stiff nipple, hard and protruding, and it seemed to burn his face where it touched.