David Brown - The suck wives

Diane opened the bathroom door and, naked, went into the bedroom, where Karen was lying naked on the bed. Both girls were beautiful. Diane was a tail blonde with long legs, huge tits, and a model's face. Karen, a brunette, was much smaller. Her tits, although not large, were the perfect size for her. They were round and did not sag. The cherry-colored nipples in their centers were quite long and thick.

Yawning, Diane stretched and lay down beside Karen. After carefully eyeing the other woman's slim, naked body, she sighed and looked at the ceiling. "Guess what," she said softly.

"What, darling?" asked Karen, turning.

"I need to be fucked," she replied, sighing. "After all, it's been nearly a week since the guys have been home. I need a fuck so bad, I can taste it."

Karen, nodding, sighed deeply. "I know, baby," she replied. "Christ, my insides are steamin', just thinkin' about it." She sat up and reached for her cigarettes. "But what the fuck can we do about it?" she asked, lighting cigarettes for both of them. "Rick and George are at that Goddam convention. They're a million miles away. Helluva lotta good that's doin' us, you know!"

Diane nodded but said nothing.

"Let's face it, honey," Karen continued, squirming into a comfortable position. "We won't have a decent piece of hot cock until Saturday afternoon, when they get back. That's four whole days!"

"Jesus Christ!" snapped Diane. "I can't possibly hold off until then! My cunt's already dryin' up!"

"What the fuck can we do about it?"

"Hell, I dunno. We shoulda never got married, if you want to know the truth! We were happy before we met the guys. Christ… We used to do a lotta things before we got hitched. We went places. We had fun. We always got picked up, no matter where we were, no matter how broke we were. Some of the pickups were good, some bad." Diane looked sadly at Karen. "Christ, baby," she said angrily. "We used to get fucked eight, nine, even ten times a week!" She paused, grimacing. "Now all we're doin' is fuckin' ourselves while the guys spend three weeks a month somewhere else." Then she got angry. "For Christ's sake, Karen! We've been married three months and I doubt if those assholes fed us the old cock ten times!"

Silence.

The girls looked at each other.

Suddenly Karen had an idea. "We could…"

Diane eyed her suspiciously.

"Why not?" asked Karen, sitting up and putting out her cigarette. "We have to look out for ourselves, ya know. It's not as though we'll be doin' it to spite them. It's survival, if you want to know the truth." She shrugged and added, "And they'll never know about it in the first place."

"I don't know if we…"

"Christ, honey!" Karen snapped. "Would you rather rot away to nothin'?"

"It doesn't seem right…"

"All right, then," interrupted Karen, glaring at her. "You can dry up all you want. As for me… I'm gonna go to town tonight and get fucked!" She got up out of bed and went to get dressed. "Change your mind?" she asked suddenly, turning.

Diane was occupied with the thoughts of all this. After all, she thought, they were mature women. They had needs, too. They wouldn't be hurting the boys; they'd never find out. A one-nighter would be happiness.

"Well?" asked Karen impatiently.

Diane smiled at her friend. "Yes!" she replied, nodding earnestly. "Let's do it. Tonight."

"Good girl!"

Diane and Karen entered the club that night at ten-thirty. It was the first time that either of them had been in the place, and they surveyed the big room in approval. It looked clean and comfortable.

Both the girls, sensuously dressed, looked fantastic. Diane had put on a bright-red, tight-fitting tank top, hot pants, and white, high-heeled shoes. Diane didn't like bras; they were too restricting, to begin with, and she could never find one large enough to fit her. As a result, her huge tits stuck out and bounced heavily with each step she took.

Karen had decided to wear a revealing halter-top and hot pants that were no larger than panties. She, too, wore high heels. Her long, slender legs shifted sensuously as she walked to their table.

Both girls noticed the many looks of approval they had received since they had entered the club. They sat down, crossed their elegant legs, and lit their cigarettes.

"Christ," whispered Karen, glancing all around her. "Are we ever gonna get it tonight!"

"It's been a long time since we've been stared at so much," replied Diane softly. Chuckling, she added, "Why, right now we're being stripped, eaten, fucked, and God knows what else!"

"I know," laughed Karen. Then she lowered her voice. "My pants are gettin' wet already, honey. Don't talk like that." She looked around to see if anyone was listening. "I knew I should've worn panties."

Silence.

The waitress came, took their order, and brought them their drinks five minutes later.

The girls sat in silence, smoking and sipping their drinks.

Diane lit another cigarette and looked at everyone in the club. She sighed in disgust. Most of the customers were couples or groups. Several eligible men sat on bar stools in front of the long, U-shaped bar. Shit, she thought angrily. The bastards were probably talking about baseball. Or football. No matter. When men got together at a bar, it was literally impossible to get them to look at you at all.

Two lavishly dressed hookers sat, their long, naked legs crossed and swaying coquettishly, near the end of the bar. They were talking to two slightly drunk, interested young men in their late twenties. Forget it, honey, Diane told herself, and turned back to Karen. "Oh, fuck," she said softly, disgusted. "Somethin' tells me we're not gonna get picked up tonight."

"Be patient, darling," comforted Karen. "It's not even eleven o'clock. It's early, for Christ's sake. There's bound to be some more guys comin' in later." Sighing, she put her cigarette. "And anyway," she added, "don't you think good cock is worth waitin' for?"

Diane laughed and nodded.

"Well?"

"Sure it is," she replied. "But don't forget, you can get goin' horny waitin' for a good cock to come around!"

"Honey," Karen said softly, "girls like us can get Goddam horny just waitin' for the next guy to stick it in while the first guy's already in!"

They laughed shortly.

Fifteen minutes later, the girls finished their drinks and ordered another round. People finally began coming in and in no time the place was half-filled. The waitress went to the jukebox and stuffed it with quarters. The harsh, high-pitched sounds of rock music thundered throughout the room. People got up to dance.

"Someone's lookin' at us," whispered Diane in delight.

"Where?" asked Karen, excited.

"To your left. About three tables back."

Karen shifted in her chair. She turned and saw a dark figure sitting alone, sipping his drink casually. She sighed and turned back to Diane. "I can't make out what he looks like," she said in disappointment. "It's too dark."

"He looks fine to me," replied Diane, shrugging.

"Shit," replied Karen. "Anything in pants looks fine to you."

"Uh-oh. He's comin' over."

He turned out to be a tall, well-built man in his early thirties. He had a rough sort of face, with deep-set eyes, a slightly broken nose, and small white scan on his left cheekbone. Picking up the chair and turning it around, he sat backward and rested his muscular, big-veined forearms on the back of the chair. Diane and Karen noticed the tattoo on his right arm. Rather large, it was the tattoo of a naked girl posing with her arms up and cradling her head.

"You girls have any plans?" he asked in a low, growl voice.

"Whaddya have in mind?" asked Karen, smiling coyly.