Rex Taylor: Overeager wife

Slowly Maggie became aware that David was gently stroking the inside of her right thigh, his fingers dipping past the hem of her short skirt, tickling her through the mesh of her pantyhose. "Stop that!" she whispered, but she made no move to stop him.

His fingers drifted higher, moving across the highly sensitive areas far up her leg. Maggie squirmed on the bed, not because she really resented his playful caress but because he was touching what seemed to be raw, throbbing nerve endings in her thigh. Her head shook jerkily and once again she asked him to stop what he was doing, but the words were choked and insincere. And besides, his fingertips had just skittered across her crotch, moving like four tiny men over the tingling gash of her cunt.

David's eyes were focused upon her face and she found herself trapped in the hypnotic power of his gaze. "You're moist already," he smiled, daring her to deny it. "Stand up, Maggie." She rose like a puppet. He came up too, and his fingers locked inside the ring tab of her zipper, pulling it down in one long, slow gesture.

Still Maggie looked at him, captured by his eyes. She had no will to resist, even knowing that Ted was down the hall and that her scream of protest would bring him running. David eased the zipper all the way open and then his hands pulled at her dress. It slid from her shoulders and fell with a rustle to the floor. His hands went around her body and undid the clasp of her bra. The cups sagged forward as soon as the lock was released and he removed the garment from her trembling tits.

Her mouth was very dry, she realized, and David seemed to know that too. One of his hands cupped a tit, squeezing gently at the firm little mound, and he leaned his face in close. His lips brushed hers teasingly and she felt saliva begin to flow across her tongue. David's mouth drifted back across Maggie's, and this time her lips were slightly parted, sucking onto his with the ferocity of a hungry leech. Her arm flew up to wrap around his neck and she held her lips to his for what seemed an eternity. Her pulse skyrocketed and she knew that her heart must be pounding like a jackhammer behind the round cushion of her tit. Good God! She could feel her nipples stiffening, could even feel the increased dripping from her cunt as she twined her body around his. What was happening to her? She didn't want this! How could she be allowing him to make love to her?

Still kissing her, David began to press her earnestly, and Maggie found herself being eased onto the edge of the bed once more. She kicked her feet to clear away the fallen dress as his lips smacked off hers. David went to his knees once more and his fingers entered the elastic waistband of her pantyhose, tugging the sheer stockings down, down… Maggie lifted her ass as he slid them across her asscheeks, and before she could blink her eyes they'd been carefully removed and placed on the floor not far away.

"Panties and pantyhose?" he asked slyly, his arm coming to rest upon the well-filled crotch of her bikinis. "You're a cautious lady."

His finger worked through the leg opening and she felt it touch her wet, aching cunt. Maggie brought her thighs together, trapping his finger inside her panties, forcing it to stroke and tease her pussy, but when he touched her knees with his other hand her legs flew apart and her ass lifted of its own volition, eager to help him remove the last obstacle.

Naked now, Maggie sat once more on the edge of the bed. Her thighs were parted far enough for him to have a clear, stunning view of the pink gash that nestled among the hairs of her cunt. Her cunt hair was dark, the fur long and curling, but she really didn't have that much hair down there. Certainly not enough to obscure the view of her cuntal slit.

Maggie searched her mind for the will to resist, but she didn't find it. She tried to conjure up an image of Ted. What would he think if he saw her sitting here like this, stripped naked before a man she'd never seen before tonight? She had to smile at that. For all she knew Ted was still down the hall, his cock in the luscious mouth of that man's wife. He wouldn't care. Hadn't he been trying to talk her into this for a couple of weeks? Hadn't he wanted her to be right here at this precise moment, as naked as this, ready to fuck this stranger?

Her family – what would they think, say, do? What would her baby sister think of Maggie right now? Somehow it didn't seem to matter that much. PJ, along with Maggie's parents, was living in California, halfway across the continent, and only a miracle could send the three of them walking through the bedroom door now. Besides, she was an adult. She didn't have to live in accordance with her parents' wishes any more. David's fingers touched the raw slice of her cunt and she beard him speak.

"What do you like?" he asked softly. "What turns you on, Maggie?"

"I like to be kissed and felt," she whispered in a rushing voice. "But should we do this? Really? Should we?"

"Whenever you want me to stop, I'll stop," he promised, and he eased into the space between her legs.

His fingers came to rest on the plump mound of her cunt and she sighed as she felt him spread it open, further than her posture had already split her. Looking down, Maggie saw his head come in, tongue already darting from between his lips, and she closed her eyes.

The first swiping lick of his tongue glided across her opened cunt from bottom to top. His fingers pried inside her cuntal folds and crevices, laying bare the tiny, throbbing bud of her clitoris, and he began to bathe it with his tongue.

Maggie reached down to clutch at the sides of his head as she clamped her thighs tight upon his ribs. She felt her clitty telescoping out into its little hard-on and, as it erected, his lips were upon it, rolling and pinching. Musky juices dribbled from her cunt and coated his mouth and chin.

David worked his thumb into her moist cuntal hole and gave her a gentle finger-fucking. He was too gentle! When Ted got his head between her legs he ate her out till she thought an earthquake had struck, and orgasm after orgasm rippled through her guts. She wanted that now! She wanted to be sucked and licked and stabbed by all his fingers until she exploded in a screaming climax! "More," she whispered, "give me more!"

David acted as if he hadn't heard her. His lips continued their gentle stimulation of her clitoris and cuntlips and his thumb kept up its soft, easy corkscrewing in and out of her pussy. Rocking his head from side to side David licked and sucked at her cunt, oblivious to the prodding of her knees in his ribs. With Ted she'd have came half a dozen times by now. What was wrong with David? Didn't he know how to eat a girl?

Maggie's head shook and she could feel her hair tickling her neck. She chewed her lips and one hand slid off David's head to come up and seize a pulsating it. Cupping her tit, she let her fingers pinch at the nipple until it reached its fullest erection, almost an inch long, and it ached as though she were a cow badly in need of milking.

Meanwhile, back at her cunt, David was eating her as if he had all the time in the world. He'd left off the clitty nuzzling for the moment, however, and his tongue was playing in and out of her open cuntmouth, slurping up a fresh taste of pussy juice each time he penetrated. She could feel his tongue reaming her cunt like a smaller, infinitely more flexible version of a cock, but why must he be so gentle and easy with ha? Maggie was tasting the fruits of sin and finding them sour. She enjoyed it more when she used her fingers on herself. It was no wonder, she thought, that Belinda Rodgers was so eager to swap husbands, if this was the best her own could do.

Scarcely responding she let him slide her back on the bed, so that she we lying now, her knees bent and feet dangling down. David moved with her, his tongue still sampling the sweetness of her cunt.