Rex Taylor - Overeager wife

She might hate herself in the morning, Maggie mused. But she didn't hate herself now, and she certainly didn't hate Ted.

Why should she? He was fucking her as hungrily as he had that very first time, a few months before their wedding. Whatever he had already done with Belinda, both tonight and during the past two weeks, it didn't seem to interfere with the way he could give love and sex to his wife. Indeed, unless Maggie was greatly mistaken, he hadn't come at her with such hot intensity in some time. His cock was swishing through her pubic hair, splaying her come-tender cuntlips, and his hands dug frantically at her titties.

Her neck, too, was quivering as Ted's lips and teeth attacked it, his face burrowing beneath her hair to get at the flesh beneath. His tongue flipped across her ear. Maggie liked that. Sometimes she could almost climax on the spot if Ted licked and chewed her ears in a special way. She hoped he wouldn't do that now. Somehow it seemed very important to her now that they climax together, his cock squirting inside her cunt, her pussy muscles rippling in excited reply.

From the feel of him now it wouldn't be long. His cock strokes were becoming shorter, more demanding. Each time he prodded his way into her he sighed mightily and his pelvis smacked her ass, while his fingers grew viselike on her soft tilt Maggie strained and fucked back, anxious to build herself up, to come with him, but it was a losing fight. She had to be teased and played with to reach her highest peak of orgasm and there hadn't been time for it. He was going to dump his boiling load inside her and she was going to be left high, dry, and wanting.

Maggie tensed her facial muscles, strain showing, and she struggled to speed up her reactions. Her leg moved, toes sliding up and down Ted's thigh and calf, and she dredged through her mind for every crazy fantasy that had helped her through steamy masturbation bouts as a teenaged virgin, anxious yet afraid.

She fancied herself naked, dancing for a roomful of sailors just returned from a seven years' voyage at sea. Around and around the dark, smoky chamber she whirled, her nipples stiff, her legs flashing, giving each horny seaman a private peek at the peachy treasure between her sleek thighs. She felt their hands reaching to touch and strake the body she was showing off, felt their arousal boiling like overheated soup, and then they were upon her, a dozen at once, each grabbing at her. Thrown onto the edge of a table, her legs dangling over the side, thighs parted, Maggie kicked her heels anxiously. "Come on," she whispered, "whose going to be the first?"

Maggie, the captive of a hulking brute of a man – she saw him as totally hairless, his bald head shining like Kojak's, enormously muscled, and naked. His cock thrusts up like a cannon and his balls shook as he approached her. Tied to his bed, spread eagle fashion, Maggie was also naked, sweat glazing her frightened body. "Please," she whispered, "don't! I'm a virgin! I've never fucked anyone before in my life! You'll kill me!" Laughing away her entreaties, he advanced upon her, stroking his powerful cock to underscore the shame of what she must soon undergo. Oh, she thought, why had she ever been so foolish as to think she could capture the brutal leader of the criminal gang single handed? Why hadn't she left it all to the handsome, masculine private detective.

His hands ravished her nudity, fingers pinching at small brown nipples until they became long, hard brown nipples. Goosebumps flourished on her flesh. She could feel a dripping between her thighs as her cunt reacted involuntarily. His thumb tested the tightness of her cuntlips, reaming inside the snug orifice. Maggie twisted and writhed until the ropes dug and cut the tender flesh of her wrists and ankles, and all her exertions helped not one whit. The bed creaked as her assailant climbed aboard, and he was upon her, his heavy, hard body smothering hers, fingers guiding his cock into her virginal cunt.

The door flung open and Maggie looked across the shoulder of her attacker. "Oh, help me!" she screamed with the last feeble burst of energy left to her, and the handsome private detective was crossing the floor with the irresistible power of Superman.

His hands seized the criminal, flung him to the floor. Maggie watched breathlessly as they fought. Her lips quivered as she cheered on her hero. Her eyes brightened as she saw him pummel the naked bald man into jelly. Now he was with her, releasing the ropes that bound her body. Maggie looked up at him, eyes full of love and appreciation. "You've saved me," she told him. "How can I thank you?" And even as she spoke she saw him stripping away his clothing to reveal a cock beautiful and stiff beyond her wildest dreams.

"Yes," she sighed then, her virginal fingers touching that cock of his, feeling the erotic arousal that pumped it to shattering erection. "Yes, yes, take me now – here – let him see what he couldn't have!"

And then they were fucking, Maggie and her detective, screwing on the bed, his cock moving too skillfully to cause her the slightest pain, and through it all the bald man sat on the floor watching through narrowed eyes, tied in his own ropes and unable to move. "Yes! Yes! YESSSS!" Maggie screamed as her body erupted in a blinding flash of light and joy.

Something was touching her hand – something soft, something teasing. Maggie opened her eyes and saw Belinda's fingers stroking her palm. The nail scratched her palm teasingly and Maggie's eyes went wider. Back in Winnipeg, when she'd been growing up, bays had always claimed that was a sure turn-on signal. If a girl let her palm be scratched, she'd be on her back with panties don in absolutely no time. It was something everyone knew. Maggie had heard the same thing in Idaho, after her family moved there, and she had been afraid to let a boy get so intimate with her. Experience had proven that it was only a myth. Or was it?

Maggie's fantasies had failed her and her body had fallen far behind Ted's in the race to mutual orgasm. She had almost resigned herself to an unsatisfactory kick, but the relentless, tantalizing scratching of Belinda's fingernails on her palm suddenly sent her into a rising crescendo of feeling. There was a tickling sensation on the back of her neck and she could feel that telltale throb at the base of her spine.

Belinda was still kicking David, screwing him as though they had all the time in the world. She was obviously enjoying it, but she still kept most of her wits. Her hand took Maggie's, brought the fingers to her lips. Her mouth opened and she sucked the fingers inside, rolling them on her lips, laying them with her pink tongue.

Maggie moaned at the unexpected treat, and she could feel a frenzy building inside her body. Anxiously she twisted her hips as her cunt gobbled up Ted's cock. Ted moaned, and Maggie did it again. This time he gave a shuddering sigh, clutched her tight, and fucked her for all he was worth. She felt his cock lunge, jerk, and explode inside her, coating the sticky walls of her cunt with a load of jism and, as Belinda began to nibble on her fingers, Maggie too exploded in a wet climax of her own. She could no longer recall how many orgasms she'd enjoyed this night and, as tiny come smashed home upon tiny come, melting into one giant release, she didn't care. It was good – no, it was better than good!

It was a marvelous thing then to watch Ted. His cock gave a few convulsive jerks inside Maggie, then went limp and slid out of her jism-dripping cunt. His head relaxed onto the pillow, a look of contentment curling his lips into a smile, and his eyes batted three times before snapping shut. Even, heavy breathing began to come from his slightly open mouth and he was asleep.

Maggie changed sides so she could look him in the face. "Come on," she said, tweaking his nose, but she knew it was no use. When Ted conked out, he was dead to the world. She could suck him off and receive at least a minuscule squirt of jism for her trouble, but through it all Ted's eyes would remain shut.