Mark Carver: Two-way wife

When Laura Wilson came home from work at twelve-thirty that night, the ripely curved nurse had a surprise for her husband. The surprise had long blonde hair, huge, sexy blue eyes and a deliciously budding young body.

The surprise was also young, drunk and very belligerent.

"Who in the hell is that?" Laura's husband said, staring.

"She's only going to spend the night, Don," the nurse said quickly. "It was either here or the Detention Home. I had a bitch of a time talking the Sheriff's Deputy out of putting her away. She's a runaway and her name is Cindy. Are you feeling any better, honey?" Laura asked the girl tenderly.

"Fuck you," the blonde muttered sullenly. She tossed her gleaming hair out of her face and stared at Don with wild, luminous eyes.

"Watch your mouth," Don said sharply. "Any more crap out of you and I call the Sheriff's office. You don't talk to my wife like that, understand?"

The girl averted her eyes, but nodded slowly.

"How about a sandwich, Cindy?" Laura asked her. "You must be starved."

"Naw, I just wanna crash," Cindy mumbled. "Either that or give me a drink. Or some grass."

"You go to bed right now," Laura said firmly. She quickly made the living-room sofa into a bed and when Cindy started to strip, the couple went into the kitchen. Don got a fresh beer from the refrigerator, aware that the hotly curved blonde had given him a tremendous hard-on. She was an animal, but a tawny, fantastically sexy little bitch.

He listened in silence as Laura told him how the Sheriff's Department had found her stumbling around on the highway and brought her, to the emergency room of the local hospital, where Laura worked the night shift. There was nothing really wrong with her, aside from being wildly stoned and drunk. Cindy told the Deputy nothing – except to go fuck himself in a vicious tone – but when Laura brought her into a private examining room, the girl blurted out her story in bits and pieces.

She'd run away from her home in Los Angeles two weeks before, sleeping wherever she could and hustling strangers – panhandling only, she'd told Laura defiantly – for money. The day before she'd decided to hitchhike north, to San Francisco. She'd been picked up by a couple in a VW bus, and after gulping down wine and smoking grass, the rest was largely a blur.

That's how they'd found Cindy on the highway, on the outskirts of town, about a hundred miles north of Los Angeles, staggering and almost incoherent. She had no baggage at all and wore only a T-shirt, jeans and sandals. Apparently, she'd left her purse in the bus.

"She only remembers that they were all high, and both the guy and his wife were trying to rape her. Probably she got out of the bus when they pulled over for something and she ran like hell. Poor girl," Laura added, her brown eyes brimming over with sympathy. "She's only a kid."

"Yeah, and a real angel, too," Don said dryly. The trouble with his wife was that she was a sucker for a sob story. Aside from a soft heart, Laura also had a fairly pretty face, thick brunette hair, ripe, gorgeous tits, a lustful hot ass and the juiciest pussy Don had ever pierced in his life.

The trouble with Laura was her maternal instinct. She was always dragging home stray cats and dogs, even though they lived in an apartment. What she really needed was kids, Don knew, but he'd be damned if they'd be saddled with that burden until they had a house of their own.

Besides, secretly he was afraid she'd lose her fantastic figure once she started having kids. Laura was twenty-four now, and even though they'd been married for three years, they still sucked and fucked like mad teenagers. Don was six-feet tall, with strapping muscles he kept in shape as a warehouseman, and a massive prick that drove his hot brunette wife into a frenzy of joy.

But not tonight, Laura suddenly decided. Deep down, a feverish excitement was stirring in her loins, a strange, eerie desire that had never kindled in her before.

She knew the real reason she'd brought Cindy home for the night.

The blonde was sound asleep when they went to their bedroom and stripped. In bed, Laura explained how she'd promised the Sheriff's Deputy she'd give Cindy bus-fare back home in the morning, when the girl was sober. Cindy had no intention of ever going home, she knew. Her mother was a wild swinger, divorced, and a number of her boyfriends had tried to rape the blonde.

"Maybe I can talk her into staying a few days," Laura said, shivering fiercely as Don squeezed her naked hot tits.

"What for?" Don asked.

"Just… company, I guess," the brunette murmured, her cunt beginning to seep honey as his huge cock pressed against her thigh. "Don, can we hold sex off just for tonight, darling?"

"What the hell for?" he said angrily.

"I guess I'm self-conscious because someone's in the next room," she lied quickly. "I'm exhausted too, honey. We'll swing in the morning, in the shower, okay, darling? Please?"

"Shit!" Don exploded. Then he sighed, and took his hands from her tits and turned over on his side. "Okay, then. I'm bushed too, and one night won't hurt anything. But tomorrow morning, lady, you get it three times – in the ass, too!"

"You're on," Laura murmured, secretly stroking her trembling cunt. God, she was hot! But with cunning, the nurse knew damn well Don wouldn't be able to sleep soundly with his enormous hard-on.

And with a deliciously sexy blonde just a few yards away, naked beneath her sheets.

Laura had seen the way Cindy looked at her husband, hot-eyed, horny, noting the immense bulge in his tight pants. Whether or not the story Cindy told her was true, Laura was certain the blonde was fast and easy, sensed that the girl actually fucked like a mink.

Fierce, hot desires had begun to torment the passionate nurse in the past few months, wild urges to watch her powerfully built husband in action with another girl. The mere thought of Don plunging his massive thick rod into the blonde's juicy little cunt sent bolts of rife racing through Laura's blood.

She didn't know why and she didn't care why.

The urge was hot and maddeningly irresistible, along with the savage desire to go down on a beautiful young girl herself.

She pretended to sleep, while her creamy tits rose and fell with eager nervous excitement. All she had to do was wait, and she knew her husband would take the bait. He frequently woke her up at three or four in the morning anyway, his long surging rod eager for action.

Laura waited as the minutes ticked by and became an hour, and then two hours, her fingers lewdly stroking her trembling hot cunt, teasing in an agony of suspense, her heart hammering against her ribs, her lips silently praying, Fuck her, Don! Please, please shove your mammoth prick into her! I want to watch so badly, hurry!

The tall, lush nurse was not the simple, homespun, small-town young wife she seemed to be on the surface. Like a great many similar young women, Laura Wilson had her secret, tormenting desires.

But Laura was doing something about her fierce urges, bringing home a tawny, wild-eyed runaway so she could furtively watch her stud of a husband have lusty sex with her.

And as the brunette sweated and feverishly hoped, she felt Don stir beside her. After a pause, he softly got out of bed, his massive muscles rippling with power, his prick quivering with raw hot lust as it loomed out.

Her heart raced madly. This was only the beginning she knew. Her own savage desire to go down on Cindy's sweet plump thighs was driving her mad with excitement.

As soon as Don softly shut the bedroom door, Laura rammed two fingers up her throbbing cunt with a deep moan, her sexy flesh on fire with need.