Jane Fox - The horny wives

"You say that Marylou is afraid to ask Henry for a piece of ass because he's such an old stick in the mud?" Sam asked, an amused expression crossing his handsome face.

"Well, you know that!" Lydia answered quickly. "Look at how old Henry never even takes a drink when we have our backyard barbecues. He's just a fuddy-duddy!"

"I'm not so sure about that," Sam answered her, grinning widely. "I'll tell you what, girls. I'll have a little talk with Henry tomorrow and see exactly how fuddy-duddy he really is. Then we can figure out something so Marylou doesn't get in this kind of a bind again. Now, what do you want to do about George?" he asked, turning to Lydia.

"Oh, I don't know!" she wailed. "I'm not really that mad, but I sure would like to teach him a lesson! I don't want him running around spanking and fucking all the wives in the neighborhood!"

"Well, let me sound out Henry tomorrow and then we'll see what we can do to teach George a lesson," Sam concluded. "Right now, I'm going down to the refrigerator to get myself a nice, cold beer. How about you girls? Want one?"

"Oh, no thanks, Sam. I really should get on home before George gets there," Lydia replied, dressing quickly.

"All right," Betsy called out as Lydia got ready to leave. "I'll be over in the morning. If you need anything tonight, just give me a call and Sam and I will come right over."

"Thanks," Lydia replied, "but I think everything'll be just fine. George got enough ass and pussy this afternoon to calm him down for a week! He'll probably come right home and sack out."

At nine o'clock the next morning Marylou stood at Betsy's door. She knocked loudly in desperation.

"Damn it! Hurry up, Betsy! I've got to talk to you. Hurry!"

"All right, all right! Keep your pants on! I'm coming!" Came a muffled voice from the inside of the house and finally Betsy opened the door. "For pete's sake, Marylou! It's only nine o'clock in the morning. What's the matter anyway?"

"I'm just so nervous I can't stand it!" Marylou answered, pushing her way into the living room and flopping on the sofa. "I keep thinking about what will happen if Henry finds out about my little ole mistake yesterday and it's making me so nervous, I can't even sit still! Wall got to think of something to calm me down, Betsy! I'm just never goin' to make it if I can't relax and calm down!"

Betsy gave Marylou a close look. She certainly did look bad! Her eyes were puffy from lack of sleep and her hands were shaking so badly she could hardly hold the cigarette she was smoking. She sat on the edge of the couch like she was ready to jump up and run at any second, and her whole body was quivering in exhaustion and fear. Marylou was really a nervous wreck!

"My God!" Betsy choked out, gazing in shock at her friend. "You look just awful! We've got to figure out some way of relaxing you. You look like you're ready to jump fight out of your skin."

"I called my doctor but he won't give me any more tranquilizers," Marylou replied. "And I don't dare drink too much booze or I'll start blabbing everything to Henry. I've got a mouth that won't stop running when I start drinking. My little ole body is a wreck! And on top of that y'all won't believe this I'm still horny!"

Marylou burst into sobs. She was so nervous and frustrated that she could hardly stand it. She had lain in bed alongside Henry last night and thought about Kurt and his beautiful tanned body. Then she had thought about George and his delightfully hurting spanking. Then, to her complete surprise, she had thought about Betsy and Lydia and wished that she could have gotten in on the fun of their first woman fuck. Marylou had seen the looks that Betsy gave Lydia and had correctly assessed the longing in Betsy's deep blue eyes. She knew that it was only a matter of time until Betsy seduced pretty Lydia. After the events of yesterday afternoon, the time would certainly have been ripe! Poor Marylou had worked herself up into a veritable frenzy of frustration and there was no way that she could get relief from Henry. Marylou was sure that Henry would be shocked and disgusted if she asked him to fuck her. After all, Henry was a prude. And so Marylou suffered in silence and spent a very sleepless night.

"Oh, you poor thing!" Betsy said, throwing her arms around Marylou. "What can I do for you? I'll do anything I can to help. I sure don't like the way you look this morning, all run down and tired!"

"I just have to get fucked!" Marylou cried out. "Please, Betsy! I've been thinking about you and Lydia all night. I need some of that woman-love, too! Please, Betsy do me the way you did Lydia! Please?"

Betsy laughed. A warm throaty laugh. Then she hugged Marylou tighter. "Is that all?" she asked. "Of course I can do that! I thought this was really a problem. Why, that's no problem at all!"

"You mean you'll do it?" Marylou gasped, not quite believing that her dream was coming true. "You mean you'll really do all that for me?"

"Why not?" Betsy giggled. "It's not like I'm not getting anything out of it, you know. You're really pretty, Marylou, and you have such nice, enormous boobs. I'd really like to suck and lick on your boobs!"

"Okay… if you let me suck and lick on yours," Marylou replied, giggling, too. "We might as well make sure both of us get something out of this!"

Betsy felt a gush of creamy pussy-juice flood her hot cunt. This was going to be fun! Usually Betsy had to be the one doing the seducing and teaching. With Marylou it was going to be different. Marylou sounded like she was ready for anything Betsy was!

Marylou reached out and slipped her hands under Betsy's sweater, lifting it over her head. A convulsive shudder rippled through Marylou's body at the sight of Betsy's titties. They were pretty, and a real contrast to her own large jugs. Betsy's nipples were brown and hard like little marbles while her own were soft and rosy, like ripe cherries. Her mind reeled in amazement as she realized that she was aching to touch Betsy's hard little nipples. An excited cry escaped her trembling lips and she reached quickly out and cupped Betsy's titties with both hands. Then she pulled and tugged at them, extending them out to their fullest length and then releasing them and watching them snap back in place.

"Oh, God! This is going to be so good!" Betsy cried as Marylou pinched her hard, pointed nipples between her fingers.

Marylou groaned in agreement. Then she rolled Betsy's nipples back and forth, pinching and twisting in abandon.

"Marylou! Suck them for me! You suck mine and I'll suck yours!" Betsy cried, her head thrown back in delight. And as Marylou's mouth came into contact with one of her long brown nipples, she reached out to firmly grasp Marylou's quivering jugs.

Marylou ran her tongue around Betsy's little nipple, tasting the sweetness of her skin. She ran her wet, probing tongue around and around, feeling the rubbery nipple brush against her teeth, scraping and bouncing. Betsy's hands were all over Marylou's boobs, caressing, teasing, pinching and pulling in awe. In vain, Betsy tried to surround Marylou's knocker with one hand and found she had to settle, quite happily, for rubbing only the large, rosy nipple of Marylou's giant jug, against her palm.

Marylou groaned deep in her throat as Betsy's touch became more and more demanding. Her hands were like feathers, brushing across the expanse of her massive titties and darting to pinch her nipple sharply. Then Marylou lowered her mouth to Betsy's hard little brown nipple again and sucked her whole tit into her hot, wet mouth.

"Ooooooooow!" Betsy screamed as Marylou bit down sharply on her nipple.

She renewed her assault on Marylou's bobbing jugs. She stretched her fingers out fully and brought them together on both trembling tits, catching the rosy buds of Marylou's nipples in her palm and twisting her hands in opposite directions. This stretched the soft, warm flesh in ways Marylou had never felt before.