Janet Mccoy: Hot bed brides

The blonde teen-ager scarcely dared look at Sam, Tate's old friend. Sam was what Annie considered a 'fox'. She loved his little goatee and his dark hair with just a few flattering streaks of gray. He was much slimmer than Tate and less muscular, though almost as tall. Tie looked just like Annie's idea of what a poet should look like. He was beautiful!

So, afraid that she might betray her attraction, she almost totally ignored Sam in favor of Sam's wife. She took Mimi into the kitchen with her while she set about preparing dinner.

All the while she chatted to Annie in the kitchen, Mimi's thoughts were on Ken Tate, the man everyone seemed to call just plain 'Tate'. He was so strong looking, so handsome. And she had not missed his first penetrating look. She knew Tate liked what he saw when he looked at her. The thought of his greet strong body, ready and eager for love-making, made her cunt throb inside her panties.

The two old friends went through their usual ritual that they performed each time they had been apart for a while. Tate brought out the booze; beer for himself, bourbon for Sam. They settled down to some hard drinking and some equally hard discussing. They appreciated one another's minds. There were a lot of thoughts and events they wanted to share – the accumulation of five years of living.

The women were almost forgotten. Almost, but not quite. In the back of each of their minds was the tempting seed of an attraction. The two women were very different. One, energetic and voluptuous, a very American young woman. The other, dark and chic and slender, the legendary femme fatale of France.

Each man had chosen the woman that most appealed to him at a particular moment in his life. But both men had had many women. They had done a lot of womanizing together. Their tastes were eclectic. Each could see the attraction of the woman the other had chosen. The very difference between the two, the unusual beauty of the two, heightened the men's appreciation. As they talked, thoughts of limbs and curves and soft places floated softly through the back of their minds.

Much wine was drunk during the course of the meal Annie had prepared. The foursome had a good time. They learned to relax and see each other as people. The electric attractions that ricocheted back and forth across the room seemed less frightening and more intriguing. Annie learned to talk to Sam… learned how to banter with his off-beat Oklahoma sense of humor. Tate discovered that Mimi had an unusual appreciation of good writing as well as a beautiful body. She read the latest chapter of his book, and liked it. Tate was pleased. His cock throbbed pleasantly as Mimi shook hands in the French way to bid him good-night. The travelers were weary and ready to sleep. Annie showed them into the guest room, which she had prepared with fresh flowered linen and fresh-cut daisies.

"Good-night." Annie hurried excitedly to the bedroom, that was right next door to the guest room. It had been a stimulating evening. She was horny, and eager to seduce Tate into her own adventurous mood.

"Jee-zuz, I'm fired," Sam complained as he stripped off his clothes and climbed gratefully into bed. "I don't think anything could keep me awake now."

"What…? Nothing?" Mimi taunted him as she unwrapped herself from her cocktail dress and stood before him in stockings, heels, bra and panties. All her garments were black. They accented her black hair, making her look like an evil temptress of the night. Sam watched her admiringly, but still his cock showed no reaction.

"I'm sorry, honey. I think I might have to wait until the morning. You know how I hate flying. That trip today was a corker. Hell of a test for my nerves."

"Eet's not the trip that tests your nerves, darleeng. Eet's all the bourbon you dreenk before you get on the plane. And then tonight… more booze… my poor baby!" She crawled onto the bed, still wearing her sexy little outfit. Mimi was riot quick to give up when she had a plan in mind. The evening had given her a very hot twat. She was going to get her husband to do something about it… she had been born French for nothing!

Suddenly, both husband and wife were startled by a yell that drove straight through the wall and made them sit up and listen for more.

"Aaeeee… oooohhh, Tate darling! Stick it in me deeper!"

"You bet I will, beautiful!" The man's voice was much lower in volume, but still it came through clearly.

"Godamn… what do they think… That the house is soundproof or something? Just like rate… He always was a show-off." Fatigue had given Sam a short temper, but still his cock lurched noticeably under the covers. His imagination pictured the big-titted young blonde, lying under her big husband, her thighs wrapped around him as he shoved his cock deep into her cunt. He felt a moment's blind envy of his friend.

He didn't notice Mimi's hand slip under the covers… not until it grabbed his swelling cock and squeezed it. "Oh-ho! So you are not as tired as you thought, eh, my darleeng?" Mimi was just as turned on as her husband was by the sounds of moans and heavy breathing that continued to come through the wall. Her fingers stroked Sam's cock skillfully. Her pussy flared wetly as she felt her husband's cock expand steadily, until it was a stiff hammer in her hand.

"Oh Sam… what a beautiful big cock you have!" Fired by her building need, she kneeled on the bed, facing away from Sam. She rotated her black-panty-clad ass in his direction. Then, lewdly, she reached back and pulled down her panties. Her firm round ass-cheeks burst into sight. "Sam… don't leave me like thees! I am so hungry for you, Sammee!"

"Uuuuuhhh… ooohhh Tate… your cock's so hard in my pussy! Hhhhhhh, harder! Harder, Tate!"

"Jee-zuz, woman… those pussy-muscles of yours are going to strangle nee! Slut, that's good!"

With background dialogue like that, Sam had no choice but to answer the call of his throbbing cock. His fatigue seemed to have vanished. Sleep had lost importance in the face of his wife's naked swaying ass.

Even as he kneeled up behind Mimi and tried to force her thighs apart, his brain war conjuring up images of Annie Tate and her round tits, her large sleek ass. He pushed his wife forward and pulled her panties off her legs. Now he could get her thighs wide open. He slipped his cock in along her cunt-slit while his hands caressed the garter-striped half-moons of her buttocks.

"Christ, Mimi honey… you sure have got a beautiful ass! My cock's dying for the tug of your tight pussy! Uuuhh!" He shoved his cock deep into her cunt. His hands tipped her ass-cheeks cruelly and pulled her back onto his cock. He began to screw her to the melody Annie's moans, which were growing louder and more urgent by the minute. His own wife's vales began to mingle with them. The obscene sounds flooded Sam's senses. He was droning in the ambrosia of erotic stimulation. Two sexy woman, separated only by a wall.

He wondered if Tate was getting as much of a thrill as he was from listening to the combined fever of the woman's cries. For, if sound could travel one way through a wall, obviously they wore going to travel both ways. He shoved his cock hr into his wife's cunt, determined to impress the couple on the other side with the energetic skill ho was employing on his wife.

He wanted Tate to know, for the sake of his ego. He wanted Annie to know, in the interests of half-formed schemes of seduction. Maybe some day, just by chance, he and Annie…

That was as far as his brain would let him go so far. After all, he was a married man, with duties and obligations, and a wife with an infamous Latin temper.

"Au, mon diew! My pussy ees so hot, Sammee! Uuuuuhhh… ooohhh, shove it een my ass. Do eet now!" Unthinking arousal made Mimi plead for the ultimate in depraved delights. She had learned early to appreciate the glories of ass-fucking. It was when she was most excited that she craved it most intensely. With perverse delight, she wondered what the couple on the other side would think when they heard her abandoned plea. "Pleeze! Stick your cock up my ass, Sammeeee!"