Janet Mccoy: Hot bed brides

Annie could almost taste the rich flavor of her excitement. The young blonde had enough of the exhibitionist in her to thoroughly enjoy screwing her husband in front of another couple. She was so thrilled by the wanton depravity of the situation that she could scarcely utter a coherent sound. Her cries were all moans and grunts and sighs. Her cunt was wide open to Tate's thick cock. His lusty thrusts were sending violent stabs of arousal to every one of her sensitized nerve endings. She started to slam her ass harder back against her husband's loans.

"Annie, baby… uuuhh Christ, you're turned on, aren't you, beautiful! Your pussy's never been so hot! Move your ass, girl! Wrap that hot wet pussy around my dock! Uuhhh!" He knew that Annie was getting close to her peak, and she was taking him with her. He clutched his ass-muscles tight and sent his cock railroading up into her steaming cunt, again and again and again…

Sam and Mimi were both the instigators of the erotic urgency that had possessed the room, and its helpless victims. Sam heard the determined grunts of his friend as he relished the tight clutch of his woman's cunt. He struggled to match Tate's accelerated pace. He felt himself getting higher. He felt Mimi's pussy clutching him more feverishly. He heard her lusty sighs of surrender and he grunted with relief for there was no holding back for him, either.

"Oooohhh Sammeeee! Harder! Yesss! Oooo… I'm cummmmn-eeng-g-g!"

"Oh don't I know it, honey! You're taking me right along with you! Jeez-uz-z-z!"

The sounds of the other couple's ecstasy excited Tate and Annie to their own crisis. "Ta-a-ate! I'm cummm-ingg-g! Oh, it's goodd-d!"

"Uuuuhhh! Look out below!"

A long pause followed the raucous outbursts that had filled the room. It seemed awesomely silent, though there was still the sound of soft moans and hard breathing. The women stole pleased looks at one another, but the men kept their looks to themselves. They had come so close together… closer than they had ever been before.

It was almost frightening.

Tate was relieved when Sam picked his wife up off the floor and carried her to the guestroom. They had had enough for one night. All of them. They knew now which way the current flowed, but they weren't sure yet that they wanted to take a swim.

That was how it stood for the men, anyway. The way the women had been wailing and moaning, Tate suspected that they would have gone any way the men pushed them. He was beginning to feel a little awed by his young wife… and doubly so by the smoldering sensuality of his French visitor.

Tate went to bed with the excitement of anticipation forcing the blood through his veins. Something was going to happen… and looking forward to it felt almost as good as the real thing.

The men were the first ones up the next morning. They sat together in the kitchen, drinking instant coffee. Both were painfully aware of something that needed to be said. At last, Tate said it.

"You know… the women have just about made up their minds."

"Yeah… I know. They seem pretty hot on the idea."

"Well, when you think about it, Sam, it's really not such a bad idea. We've been friends for years… Maybe this is one of the ultimate ends of our friendship."

"As long as it isn't the end of our friendship."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, Sam. But I think you and I have our heads pretty straight about this sod of thing. We shared Mara yesterday without any trouble. We've both got good marriages with wives we love. If anything, sharing a sexual space should make us even closer, and our marriages even better."

"Yes… I guess you're right. Shit, Tate, I've never been the kind of guy to back out on an opportunity. I've always been a trail-blazer."

"You're right, Sam."

"If I've only got one life, let me try what there is to try. At least once."

"You've got a deal, Sam."

That evening was the men's turn to make dinner. Tate did the barbecuing and Sam made a king-sized salad. Everyone ate heartily. And drank plenty of the fine red wine.

This time it was Sam who put the music on the stereo. Only it was music soft and slow this time. Just made for romancing. He asked Annie to dance. Tate followed them onto the floor with Mimi. It was clear to the men at once that the women had grasped their intentions. Each of them melted easily into the arms of the husband of the other. The men marveled that the two women – so different in so many ways – had so easily become allies and friends.

Sam had been nervously anticipating this moment all day long. The robust pressure of Annie's large tits against his chest made him feel lightheaded. He wanted to reach out and grab her round firm orbs. He wanted to tear off her clothes. He didn't want to waste time fooling around with dancing and courting. He was too damned nervous.

Still Sam could not believe that Mimi would be comfortable with his making love to another woman right in front of her. He was afraid of her bursting into a fit of rage at the wrong moment, such as when he was about to stuff his hard cock into Annie's cunt. He guided Annie around the floor so he had a good view of Mimi and Tate.

His wife was dancing so close to the bigger man, it looked as if they had been welded together. There was an arm that Sam could not account for. He found it at last… Mimi's hand investigating the bulge in Tate's crotch.

That did it for Sam. He was going to quit worrying about Mimi and her temper. His wife had asked for an orgy. And she was going to get it!

He let his hand follow its natural instinct. It pulled Annie's T-shirt out of her skirt and slipped up underneath. The shock of his first contact with her naked tit was like a nudge from a naked cable. Sam's feet seemed to rise right up off the ground.

Obviously Annie was just as thrilled by the touch. Her little nipples grew hard and insistent. As she grazed her smooth tits against his groping hand, she felt her nipples poking at him. His cock began to pound in his pants. "Annie, you're some woman," he whispered.

"Mmm, Sam… you turn me on! My cunt's wet already!"

"Jee-zuz!" the professor gasped. She had grabbed hold of his crotch. His cock was swelling to aching life, straining against her grasp, begging for freedom to roam.

Worries about his wife and her reactions faded to the dark recesses of his mind as Sam's senses grappled with the brute realities of the luscious curves of Annie's tits and the greedy boldness of her hand. He could only grunt softly as she started to struggle one-handed with his fly while her other hand continued to clutch his neck, to follow him around the floor to the tune of "The Days of Wine and Roses."

Though he had been anticipating the moment before it came, he could not have prepared himself for the gentle-touch of those avid groping fingers as they took hold of his stiff cock and pulled it from his fly. "Uuuuuhhh… oh honey… you are beautiful. Shit, Annie, you know, you still look like a girl, but that hand sure does belong to a woman!" He looked into her excited eyes and realized that his own eyes must be burning just as brightly. He took one of her nipples between his fingers and began to roll it roughly back and forth. He watched her wince of pain-pleasure. His cock lurched in her hand as she forced her other tit into his hand, begging for more of that urgent treatment. "Look at them, Tate! Oh… eet ees so exciting… Annie ees so beautiful when she ees excited no?" Sam heard his wife's commentary on his and Annie's activities, but he didn't turn to acknowledge that he had heard. Knowing that Mimi was turned on by what was happening pulled out all the stoppers. He watched the panting surrender on Annie's face as he began to pull off her T-shirt.

With animalistic urgency, Sam forced her down onto the rug and began to tug off her skirt. "I've been waiting for this, honey! I can't wait any more! I want that sweet hot cunt of yours!" He was driven out of control by the sheer compelling depravity of the situation. Something he had at once both feared and looked forward to was at last happening. Like a kid presented with a box of candy, he wanted it all. All at once.