Rex Taylor: Overeager wife

She rolled again and looked toward David and Belinda. They were clearly near the end of their combat, for David's head was tossed back and his neck muscles showed the strain upon him. His fingers clenched the bedspread viciously and his ass rammed forward hard each time he pronged Belinda's sucking cunt.

Already his wife was enjoying a series of little come-bursts. Her head shook, strands of hair flying across her face, some catching upon her wet, open lips, and she was making little purrs of excited response. Her legs twined around David's and suddenly she lifted herself off the bed, rising to meet the cum-squirting jabs of his erupting cock. He sighed heavily and she said "Oh, oh, oh," in quick pants as they clung and came together.

David eased his way out of her, cock shrinking, and a big drop of jism hanging momentarily from its tip before dripping onto his wife's thigh. Her finger shot down to scoop it up and she stuck her tongue out, as if she meant to lick it away. But instead a smile crossed Belinda's face and she extended the finger toward Maggie. "Guests first," she said slyly.

Maggie looked at the cum-wet finger for just a moment, then took hold of Belinda's wrist and sucked the digit into her mouth. The flavor of David's jism was memorable and delicious, as before, but Maggie continued to suckle Belinda's finger long after the cum had been taken away. It was a strange, different feeling – just like sucking a long, pencil-thin cock, Maggie mused – and it resembled nothing else in her experience. There was a tangy fresh flavor to Belinda's warm flesh and Maggie tasted it greedily.

David shook his head. "It looks as if your mate is out of it," he told Maggie.

She nodded. "He sleeps like a log. I just hope I can wake him up so we can get home. God, it must be late."

Belinda stretched across the bed, craning her neck to look at the clock outside in the hall. "It's only ten-thirty. Besides – tomorrow is Saturday. He doesn't have to work. Why not just let him sleep? The two of you can spend the night here. Can't they, David?"

"Of course," he agreed. "We can sleep till noon and have brunch together."

"See?" Belinda challenged. "What do you say?"

Maggie looked at Ted, snoring like a baby. She'd have a hell of a time rousing him soundly as he was sleeping. "I guess we'll have to," she said.

Belinda took her by the shoulders. "Come on," she said. "You're making it sound like a dreary duty. You and I should get better acquainted, anyway. I think we're going to be very good friends."

"I think we already are," Maggie smiled.

Belinda gave her a Mona Lisa smile in reply before leaning in to kiss Maggie quickly, softly on the cheek. "We can be better friends," she whispered. "Much better."

David cleared his throat. "I think I'm going to take a shower, then lock myself in the study. The Robinson case is coming up – it's obviously entrapment, very classic – and I want to make my opening argument perfect. Anyone want to share the shower with me?"

"Not me," Belinda sang. "I smell funky and I love it! Maggie, how would you like to have a cup of tea? I think it would be just the thing."

"All right," Maggie said. David left the room while she was searching for her clothes and Belinda came to her with a smile.

"Oh, why bother? You can find your things in the morning. Besides, it's fun to be naked in your own house. I do it all the time. Unless my mother is coming to visit. Try it. You'll love it. I guarantee."

"Okay," Maggie laughed. She dropped her bra and followed Belinda out the door. Considerately, the blonde girl turned off the light so Ted could slumber on in the dark.

Belinda poured boiling water into the pot and sat down to wait while the tea brewed up. "This is very good tea," she told Maggie. "A friend of the family married into the State Department and brought this back from Taiwan not long ago."

It was strange, Maggie thought, to be sitting completely naked in a stranger's kitchen, around the corner of a table from an equally naked woman, one who had just shared a bout of sex with Maggie and her husband. And to be talking about the quality of Chinese tea made it even freakier.

Freaky, Maggie thought. That's what PJ would say. She tried to picture her sister, tried to guess what the girl would think, say, do, if she knew her idolized older sibling had just taken the first steps into the revolutionary practice of mate-swapping, and she couldn't. PJ was such a sweet, shy girl, pretty in her own quiet way, but withdrawn. That was the fruit of Daddy's wandering habit. So many moves in so few years – PJ had almost no time to acclimatize herself before they were on their way to some other city.

From Winnipeg, where Maggie and PJ were born, to St. Paul for just a year, then to Omaha, Helena, Boise. And now to California. She wondered how PJ liked the Golden State. Sometimes Maggie regretted the half-contempt that lay between her and her family, but she had Ted's promise that when it was possible he'd take time off and they'd fly out to California for a reunion with her parents and sister.

When she looked up Belinda was pouring tea into her cup. "It's best without sugar or cream," the blonde was saying. "That way you get the natural tea flavor."

Maggie raised the steaming cup to her lips and sipped gently. The tea did have a tangy, different taste without the sweetening overtone of sugar. "It's very good," she complimented.

"Of course it is," Belinda replied. "Madame Chiang wouldn't have anything second-rate."

Belinda sipped her tea for a few moment, her face thoughtful. She looked at Maggie with slit eyes. "Any regrets?" she asked abruptly.

Maggie blushed fetchingly. "No," she confessed. "I really enjoyed it."

"I thought you would," Belinda said. "I thought you were a latent swinger as soon as I saw the picture Ted keeps on his desk. The one of you in the low-cut sundress. You seem to be flirting with the camera lens, in spite of the shy smile. In fact, you reminded me so much of myself that I knew you were a good prospect."

"Of you?"

"Of me," Belinda replied. "Did you think I was born this way? I had to be persuaded and cajoled too. Everyone does."

"I suppose so," Maggie said, "but there's a difference. I mean, you're so much sexier, so much more experienced. I…" Her voice dropped. "Until tonight I'd never had anything to do with another man. Except Ted."

"So what's new?" Belinda challenged. "You were married in white and deserved to be. So was I. David and I did some heavy petting before we were married but neither of us had ever gone all the way. Virgins on a honeymoon – that's what we were, that first night."

"Really?" Maggie asked, unbelieving. She hadn't quite been a virgin when she married. Ted had persuaded her to surrender about the time of their engagement, but the wedding had been a certainty. Until tonight he had been her only man.

"Really," Belinda assured her. "I met David when I was eighteen. He was my date for the prom, our parents arranged it and I knew as soon as I saw him that he was my man. Three years later we were married, and neither of us even thought about other people during that time."

"Then how…"

"Did we get where we are today?" Belinda laughed. "It was like something out of a sex movie. Or a French novel. We'd rented this lovely beach house in North Carolina as a honeymoon hideaway, but when we got there we found that the realtors had rented it to another honeymoon couple for the same weekend. So, there we were. Two couples-David and I, along with Roy and Stephanie-both of us with perfectly valid reservations. Someone decided that, rather than spoil anyone's honeymoon, we should share the house. It was big enough, and I figured that neither of us would be getting in the other's way."

"I was wrong. Roy and Stephanie were newlyweds, true, but they had very progressive ideas, and one of them was that they liked us. The second day the two of them seduced us. To be honest, it didn't take a lot of effort. Oh, David and I had all kinds of secret guilt, and each of us was seriously considering getting a divorce. You know? To save our innocent mate from corruption? But we found out in time that both of us had gotten the same treatment from our house partners and that we'd enjoyed it. So…"