Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

She had been so strange, that whole event had been, almost as though it were a dream. It was that night that had triggered off her wild adulteress spree. But goddamn it l Why?

He had gone back to the hotel then, unable to stand these thoughts anymore, and waited until he had enough to demand answers for all of his questions. Claire wasn't in when he got there, so he sat in the quiet room thinking again about what he should do.

Claire came in an hour later. They didn't speak; she puttered around the room, trying to keep busy, and he continued staring out over the city, watching the people as they moved in the street below, watching the sky turning pink with the encroaching sunset.

"Do you want me to have dinner sent up?" Claire finally asked, unable to take the silence any longer.

There was no answer from Grant who sat in his chair with his back turned toward her.

Claire ran her hairbrush through her hair. If only there were some way of making up with Grant, to explain. She wanted to call him to her and embrace him, to run her hands down over his muscular back till she held his cock in her hand and was making it passionately hard with her massaging fingers. But she knew she couldn't – after all, he wouldn't even talk to her.

On a sudden impulse, `she walked over and stood in front of his chair.

"Oh, Grant, I want to apologize for everything. I can't stand this damn silence between the two of us any longer!"

"Oh, brother!" He laughed openly at her.

His frustrated young wife began to cry soft bitter tears as she leaned back against the wall.

"I feel so guilty… so ashamed!"

He got up from his chair and walked to the center of the room, with her trailing behind. "I got a goddamn eyeful of that guy fucking your cunt tonight. Now you turn around and expect me to accept an apology. Jeezus, you're fucking crazy!"

"If only, you had paid more attention to me," she blurted out. "Shown me that you cared."

"What the hell are you complaining about? You've had a hell of an easy time while I've been working my ever-lovin' ass off."

"That has nothing to do with you fucking me!" she protested.

He turned from her to open the closet, tearing his light sports coat from the hanger. "Maybe what I need is a little more experience. You've already had yours."

"Okay." Claire dropped into his vacated chair so that, to her enraged husband, it looked as though she were hoping to excite him by playing the slut, with her eyes flashing and her long blonde hair falling brazenly across her shoulders. She was hoping he was aroused enough to be enticed into fucking her. "I admit I enjoyed what happened. I liked it… his putting his cock in my pussy."

A crazy smile passed over his lips as he looked down at his skimpily dressed wife who had parted her legs invitingly and arched her hips into a lascivious position.

"Well… now it's time for some of my own private pussy," he shot back over his shoulder as he headed toward the door.

"What do you mean by that?" his confused wife began, getting up.

"I intend to even the score. There's some pretty wild places in this town. I'm sure to find a cunt to fuck somewhere."

He went out abruptly and Claire was left sobbing in the chair, wondering what she had ever done to deserve all of this misery, plus the horrible empty ache in her pussy!

Grant Wells walked blindly through the dirty crowded streets of Dhahran, trying to figure out a way to punish his wife for the hurt she had caused him.

If he were going to match what Claire had done, he had to find a young pretty girl, willing but not whorish. Then another idea struck him – his revenge would have even more bite if he could give it to another hot bitch while Claire was forced to watch as he had done last night. Maybe he could even figure out something worse: Whatever it was, he wanted it to be good. Now all he had to do was find the right girl.

He hailed a cab and had it take him to the best hotel in town. He needed a high-class cunt and he knew that this was the place to find one. Immediately he saw what he wanted. At the end of the lobby reading a magazine at the magazine stand stood a girl with long wavy black hair. Christ, she's tit-heavy, he said to himself. He walked across the plush lobby and stood next to the girl, picking up a magazine to thumb through till he could work up enough courage to speak to her.

"Traveling through?" He smiled at her.

The brunette flipped through a few pages of her magazine. "Well, I guess I'm a visitor to Dhahran, but my father is Sheikh Rashid of Al Haria. My mother is American. I am going to visit my grandparents in America!"

She was a slight-framed girl whose pettiness was emphasized by the ripely swelling mounds of her titties that poked out braless at him beneath her thin white dress. Her nose was dainty and turned up, and her white translucent skin was slightly freckled. She couldn't have been more than seventeen.

"I'm a visitor too. My wife and I came down from Ad Dammam for some business."

Hearing this, she put the magazine back on the rack and stood next to him. She seemed tinier to him now, but that made her lusciously curved figure that much more tantalizing. A fuckable female, if he'd ever seen one, Grant Wells thought to himself – and perfect for the lewd three-way scene he envisioned between him and her and Claire. That is, if she was a liberated Arab.

"My father wanted me to travel with about twenty female chaperones, but I have studied in the United States and I know how to take care of myself. He has bodyguards for me always, but I am very good at losing them. I am the best of all my brothers and sisters at losing them!"

"You must be. I don't see anyone now," he said.

"I know," she said earnestly. "I lost them hours ago." She paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know I am half American and yet I know little of American men. I have not had the chance."

Probably not, Grant thought, wondering if she might let him introduce her to a taste of what an American man could be like.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Leila, Leila Salim."

"I'm Grant Wells," he said. "I work for the Esso Company in Ad Dammam."

"Goodness," she said. "You must be a very important man since you are so handsome and strong." She giggled.

He straightened up and put the magazine back on the rack. "Would you like to go for a walk around the plaza?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm." She turned to face him and she slid one hand down from his shoulder to his muscled ass; cupping both his ass-cheeks to draw his cock hard up against her cunt mound. "What's your wife like? Do you think she'd mind me coming to your hotel room to meet her? I need to meet some American women as well."

"I don't know… there's only one way to find out," he said.

"What's that?"

His hand caressed her dimpled chin, then he lowered his head and kissed the young Arab's slightly parted lips. She thrust her tongue back at him, splurging it into the warm receptive cavern of his mouth.

Then he said, "You'll have to meet her."

"That sounds crazy." She smiled.

"We might have a good time."

"What does that mean, Mr. Wells?"

"We might try some things. Like fucking together."

"All three of us?" She laughed.

"Uh-huh."

Her hugely billowing tits pressed against him, and he could feel their hardening nipples through his shirt and the thin cloth of her dress. "Let's go then," she said.

Minutes later, he and Leila Salim were in a taxi heading.up the palm-lined highway to the Hotel Oasis. The sexy young Arab girl had agreed to anything Grant wanted to do, as long as no one ever found out what she had done. The thoughts of fucking that had been running through his mind all day made him seethe with libidinous desire. He could almost see Claire's expression when he brought the girl in…