Janet Mccoy - Hot bed brides

Annie put some rock music on the stereo, and Mimi tried to coax Sam into dancing. Sam was dancing. He told her he wasn't in the mood for dancing. Mimi went to Tate. Would he like to dance?

Tate had been indulging himself in the mid-binge doldrums. But an invitation from a beautiful exotic woman was more than he could turn down. He got up on the floor with Mimi and started to work it out. His eyes grew hypnotized by the rhythmic gyrations of her shapely hips inside her close-fitting dress. His earlier good humor returned. He was glad the women were in the mood for a party instead of scolding. It certainly was fun to be shimmying his hips so close to Mimi's never-still pelvis.

"Wow, baby! You sure know how to dance!"

The women had spent the afternoon sipping cold beer and discussing lewd plans for seducing the men into their newfound sexual happiness. While they stroked each other's tits or groped for furtive feels of one another's hot cunts, they extolled the virtues of their own husbands as lovers. Each woman was eager to share her two lovers with one another. Each had fantasies about being able to enjoy lesbian and heterosexual love in the same orgiastic scene.

As the afternoon wore on, they grew more nervous about being interrupted by the men in the midst of their dallying. So they had held themselves back. With the result that both were now ecstatically horny.

When Annie saw Mimi dancing with… her husband, she lost no time in puffing Sam onto the floor with her. Sam seemed reluctant at first. "So you had a good day, did you, Sam? Tell, what do men talk about when they're alone?"

"Women, naturally." Sam giggled nervously. For some reason, the movements of Annie's lush tits made him think of Mimi. Suddenly the new husband was being overwhelmed by uncontrollable lust for women other than his wife. Sam started to worry that he was losing his grip. Was his marriage failing? Then Annie accidentally brushed her heaving mounds against his chest. Sam quit worrying. He realized that even a statue could act help being turned on by Annie's lovely globes.

"Just the opposite of what women talk about," Annie told him. "If we all got together, we could have a nice, well-rounded conversation… don't you think?"

Sam started to sweat. If he hadn't known better he would have been sure that Annie was suggesting something obscene, like an orgy. The thought made his cock throb.

She seemed like a nice young woman, a kid almost. Was there more than met the eye going on under that lovely mop of swaying blonde hair?

"Shit, honey… I've had too much to drink to do any thinking at all!"

Annie grinned mischievously. She shook her shoulders energetically. Her tits went crazy. "Oh Sam, you're funny," she told him and became lost in the wanton self-expression of the dance.

Tate was astounded at how shamelessly the brunette threw her body in his direction. He realized that Sam and Annie were dancing close by, but he couldn't take his eyes off Mimi. If he hadn't known better, he would have been sure that the French beauty was trying to seduce him.

She shook her small firm tits right at him. She turned around and showed him her ass, wagging it saucily back toward his aching groin. Tate was afraid he was going to give himself away any minute, but each time Mimi turned back, to look at him, her eyes remained at his eye level. Her dark orbs shone at him, telepathed an erotic message. Tate began to wonder what the women had been up to this afternoon. Both of them were acting like a couple of party girls on the make.

At last he looked over at Annie. Her big tits were bouncing more wildly than ever, keeping time with the primitive beat of the music. Tate could see that Sam was impressed. Very impressed. Sam had never been much for dancing, but he was moving his hips now as if dancing were his favorite sport. His eyes never left the beckoning outlines of Annie's breasts.

It disturbed Tate that Annie wasn't paying any attention to him and Mimi. He had already noted that Annie didn't seem to have a jealous bone in her body, but it would have flattered him to see her cast at least one glance in his direction. He felt neglected.

Until he looked back at Mimi. The brunette obviously was not neglecting him. She was still watching him roguishly. Her body was still putting its all into the dance. All Tate's instincts told him to reach out and grab her. Somehow he knew that it would be all right with Mimi.

It was Sam that Tate was worrying about. The two friends had shared a special closeness today. Tate didn't want to jeopardize it by making a play for Sam's wife… even thought she was already making a play for him. Tate knew that Sam was always possessive of his women. He didn't see why he should be any different with Mimi.

Unless Sam might be interested in a trade…

Tate's cock began to throb at the obscene thought. It was extremely daring. He and Annie had never discussed such a thing. But Tate sensed the opportunity was right here, staring him in the face… if only someone set the game in motion. He knew the women were interested. Sam seemed the only unknown quantity.

Mimi was dancing very close. Tate's temperature was high and getting higher.

"Tate… you dance so well… you have such grace for such a beeg man. I love the way you move," Her eyes glanced approvingly at his hips. Tate realized she was looking straight at his hard-on.

"Excuse me a minute, Mimi… I haven't really had a chance to talk to my wife all evening." He knew it was an awkward exit, but Tate couldn't take any more of the pressure. He grabbed Annie by the arm and guided bet back to his office. "Excuse us." He patted Sam on the shoulder, just to let his friend know that nothing was amiss.

He sat in his comfortable padded chair that had been a gift to himself when he received his check for his first manuscript. Annie looked down at him, flushed and expectant. "What's the matter, Tate?"

"Nothing's the matter, exactly. I just want to know what you and Mimi are up to. You act like you're trying to promote an orgy."

Annie fell to her knees and smiled up at him. "Doesn't it sound like a good idea?" She started to pull down Tate's fly. "Your cock seems to think so. It's hard already!"

Tate was not satisfied that the conversation was going the way he had intended. But he had had a lot of bourbon today, and a lot of erotic input. The minute Annie's hand closed around his cock, he groaned and slid his ass forward in the chair. His gonads could not resist the prospect of an impromptu blowjob. The thought that their friends were dancing out in the living room while his wife was stroking his hard cock gave him a perverted thrill.

"Aaaagghhhh!" With deft swiftness, Annie had his cock by the turgid base and was nibbling hungrily on the head of his swollen cock. Her tongue had never been so supple, nor so moist and satisfying in the soft strokes that swirled round and round his cock-tip.

Tate wondered briefly if the episode with Annie had opened up his sensuality. Annie always turned him on, but tonight her mouth seemed to be endowed, with the keys to paradise. Instead of trying to coax her to stop, like a good, host, he rocked his hips upward, pushing his cock in between her willing lips. He forced the thick shaft inside all the way to the base. She groaned lustily and started to bob her head up and down in long tempting strokes. Tate knew now that he would not get back to the living room before his cock had dumped a hot load deep into his wife's throat.

"Oh suck me, baby! Christ, you've got the sweetest mouth in town!" He worried immediately that he might have said the wrong thing. Would Annie wonder how he knew that she had the sweetest mouth in town. Would she worry that he had been sampling elsewhere?

His comment didn't seem to have slowed her down any. If anything, her ripe round ass seemed to be moving more wantonly than ever inside her skirt. Tate forgot all about the hot redhead who had sucked his cock this afternoon. He conceit hated eagerly on the way his wife licked and sucked and snuggled his cock into the hot soft places in her mouth.