Myles Miles - Tough To Tame

"I know you don't like my bringing it up. But how are things going between you and Grant?" Francine had a gift for getting straight to the heart of the matter.

Claire laughed. Francine had a serious way of approaching sensitive topics that had always proved very successful.

"As well as can be expected," the blonde said.

"If he isn't fucking you right, you should have an affair." Francine impatiently crossed her legs.

"No – I couldn't do that to him," Claire said.

"Why not? What the hell is he doing for you?" Francine rested back in her chair so that her hugely billowing tits were raised to Claire's eye level across the table. "A little fooling around might make Grant want to fuck you all the more. Make you all happy all the way around."

"I don't think so. Grant's such a prude. I mean, he gets embarrassed and uptight if I do the seducing. If he found out I had another man, well…" Claire said glumly and shrugged her shoulders. "Grant's just real busy right now, that's all. He'll come around soon."

The cafe was now emptying of customers. A young Arab boy led a donkey past the terraced cafe, loaded with all of his baskets and market goods. Claire felt more relaxed now that Francine and she were left alone. She was even tempted to confide the horrible situation she had got herself into with the engineer, Lyle Rhodes, to her friend. The perplexed blonde let her mind play over the possibilities for a few moments, then dropped it out of sheer. embarrassment.

"Well, it's a shame that a pretty girl like you doesn't get all the screwing she needs." Francine smiled over the rim of her coffee cup. "What bothers me is whether you're getting fucked well or not. I mean, when you do screw – is he good at it?"

"When we do, he's marvelous," Claire confessed. "But he just never seems to want to, especially these last few weeks."

"Really? Does he ever want to lick your pussy or anything?" the grinning girl said.

"What?"

"Does he ever… run his tongue over your pussy?"

"Well, once." Claire giggled at the strange turn of their conversation. "Hell, that's the reason he's ignoring me! He's embarrassed because I sucked his cock and he licked my pussy."

"Embarrassed?" Francine was dumbfounded that a grown man would feel that way about what she considered to be natural.

"I hardly have enough guts to ask him to even fuck me at all since he's been acting this way," Claire complained.

"You poor kid! No wonder you looked so sad." Francine's exotic dark eyes seemed to be hinting at something terribly exciting. "God, how I love it when, a man sucks my pussy." She paused, as though for dramatic effect. "And when I suck his prick."

"I only had nerve enough to do it once, but I agree with you – it was great!" Claire shifted back in her chair: And I only wish I cold do it again, she thought silently to herself, only with Grant. But Grant would never do it again. The only way she could ever get her cunt licked again was if she cheated on Grant – with someone like Lyle Rhodes l

By the time Claire arrived home it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon. The whole compound seemed empty and suffocating in the sweltering heat, and it would be all Claire could do before her energy left her to get into the skimpiest summer clothes she owned and fix herself a drink.

She put her purse on the hall chair and padded into the bedroom to change into a pair of hip-hugging shorts and a skimpy white halter. A chili of apprehension icicled down her spine when she thought of the possibility of Lyle Rhodes ever coming over to her house while her husband was out. The husky blond man had rather frightened her with his demands, Claire realized, as she went into the living room and dropped down onto the couch. What had begun as an innocent flirtation was threatening to become an affair and she didn't like it. At least Lyle Rhodes was stationed outside the compound.

But the problem was how to make him leave her alone when he came for supplies. It wasn't easy to make a man realize, when you'd kissed him and let him touch your pussy, that you weren't prepared to let him go any farther.

Claire recalled her conversation with Francine, arid was glad she hadn't let on about the strange new relationship she had with the young engineer, Lyle Rhodes. It was ironic that her best friend had asked her about having an affair, almost as if she knew something of the sort was going on.

The curvaceous young blonde knew she'd have to break it off with Rhodes the next time she saw him. It was the first time she'd been remotely unfaithful to her husband in three years of marriage, and though she hadn't let Lyle fuck her, the experience had been a shock. Lyle expected her to go all the way with him. He'd made it clear the last time they were together that he wasn't content to have her hold his cock in her hand. She'd told him that, yes, she wanted him to screw her as much as he wanted to explode his lewd jets of cum up into her squirming little belly – but things just couldn't happen that way.

The faultlessly pretty blonde undid her halter straps and pulled down the bra like top, exposing her round, milk-white titties to the cool air-conditioned air.

She looked down at the softly billowing mounds with secret admiration. Though they were huge, they had a youthful firmness that deliciously accented their size. Her tiny nipples, crested on blushing-pink areoles, grew pebble hard in the slight breeze that blew through the air-conditioning unit. Casually, she dropped her hand to one gently trembling tit and squeezed it, feeling its nipple spike out erectly against her palm. A delicious sexy feeling drifted through her body, igniting something responsively warm in her cunt. Her other hand touched her thigh and slipped up the tanned smoothness till her thumb rested against the crotch-band of her tight shorts.

Though her husband had been anything but attentive to her needs, there were ways of quenching the flames that flickered hotly through her young pussy. Often, when Grant had gone off for several days, she'd made herself cum by sticking one hand beneath her panties and rubbing her fingers against her frustratedly tingling pussy lips and clit. She'd had no guilt about that, just an emptiness inside when she realized how much better a real cock fucking deep into her love-starved cunt hole would feel.

She withdrew her hands from her tit and from between her long slender legs and retied her halter straps, reminding herself again that one of her friends could drop by at any time and she had no wish to be caught with her hand in her cunt – so to speak.

The well-endowed blonde rose to her feet from the couch. The moment of hot excitement she'd just experienced had sent her into a confused state of mind. She wanted to touch herself, to finger her impassioned cunt until she came, but she had an uneasy feeling that she had better leave it till later when there was no chance that someone would just drop by and visit.

The lewdly aroused young wife went over to the bar and made a drink, then returned to the living room.

Suddenly there was a sound outside at the front of the house. She tensed, took a sip of her drink, then set it down out of sight behind the huge lamp. She heard a squeal of tires in the gravel driveway, the slamming of a car door, and then the expected sound of footsteps scuffling in gravel.

"Claire! Hey, Claire Wells!" she heard a man's voice as she hurried into the living room. She saw the muscular figure of Lyle Rhodes running up the walk to the front door.

"Jesus, it's good to see you, Claire." He embraced her as soon as he'd flung the door open. "I only have a few days here and I just had to see you!"

"Why, I thought you would be out at the site for weeks," she smiled weakly.

"Made a deal with the boss out there. A little trade for some more time at the compound." She smelled alcohol on his breath as he kissed her. "He thinks he's made the bargain of his life and that I'm the biggest sucker in the world. But he hasn't had a look at you!" He laughed.