Lew Woods: Family secrets

There was another brief moment of silence.

"I love you, Carter," Melinda sighed.

She resumed her slow rhythmic bunching beneath Carter. Carter felt his cock firming up again inside her warm cunt.

"I've got an idea this time," Carter said.

"What's that?"

"Let me tie you up to the bed and whip your pretty ass with a belt before I fuck you."

"You mean the way they do it in the movies?" Melinda beamed. "That sounds fun."

"Good."

He got up and went to his closet. He took spine heavy nylon strings from two pairs of his old combat boots left over from his army days and returned to the bed.

"Spread your legs and arms apart," he instructed his wife.

Melinda assumed a spread-eagled position on the bed. Carter tied each ankle tightly to the posts at the foot of the bed. Then he repeated the procedure at the head of the bed with Melinda's wrists.

"Not so tight," Melinda pleaded. "That's hurting my wrists."

"I don't want you to get loose," Carter explained. "Besides, you won't feel it in a minute anyway."

Carter picked up his pants from the floor and took the black leather belt from them. He threw his pants back on the floor and snapped the belt a couple of times in the air above Melinda's hairy cunt. Melinda squirmed away from the menacing belt.

"Take it easy with that damn thing," she gasped. "That could hurt!"

"That's the idea. I thought you wanted to do it."

"I do," Melinda assured. "Just quit teasing me with it. Hurry up and do it to me."

Carter drew back the belt and whipped it across Melinda's bare belly.

"Oh, shit!" Melinda exclaimed as she writhed in pain.

Carter flogged her meaty thighs several times, and great welts rose up on her legs.

"Stop it!" Melinda squealed. "Stop it, you bastard! That hurts!" She squirmed violently but could not get loose from the securely fastened strings.

"Turn your ass this way," Carter commanded. Melinda twisted her midsection in Carter's direction, and pointed her round ass toward him. Carter snapped the belt fiercely at his wife's butt, and the very tip of it popped against her soft ass. He continued to whip her exquisite ass, and she cursed in agony with each blow.

"You Goddamn son-of-a-bitch!" she yelled. "You're whipping the shit out of me!"

Carter held the belt in a relaxed position, and Melinda gently moved her tender striped ass back to its former position. Carter began flogging her smooth, flat belly once again, and large red welts swelled up on her tan skin.

"Hold it, you fucking sadist!" Melinda implored. "That's enough! Let's screw now!"

Carter dropped the belt to the floor and climbed on top of his strapped-down wife. His big shaft slipped easily into Melinda's juicy, spread cunt. Carter pounded away at Melinda's open pussy, and she bucked upward from her restricted position.

"Fuck me hard, you mean bastard," Melinda encouraged. "I can take it."

"I love your juicy cunt, Melinda."

He shafted her furiously as she eagerly threw her pelvis up to meet his cock. Carter's balls had been milked virtually dry, but he felt another wad building up inside him. Carter's lack of love juice made the load longer in coming, and he continued to fuck his wife long and hard. Finally the milky substance burst from his cock in a stream, into Melinda's welcoming cunt.

"Oh, yes, Carter!" Melinda shouted. "Oh, my God, yes!" Melinda's body wriggled desperately beneath her husband as orgasm shot through her body once again.

Carter pulled out and untied Melinda. "That's the way I like my wife to fuck," he announced as the couple relaxed beside each other in bed.

The following Sunday Carter and Melinda were dinner guests in the Henderson home. Melinda's married sister, Samantha, had come home from out of state for a two-week visit. The dinner had been planned to celebrate her homecoming after a one-year absence. When Carter and Melinda arrived, Carter sat in the living room and watched the baseball game on TV with his father-in-law and Samantha's husband, while Melinda joined her mother and sisters in the dining room.

"How's it going?" Hank Henderson asked Carter.

"Fine," Carter stated. "Just fine."

"This is Bill Proctor, Samantha's husband," Mr. Henderson continued. "I guess you guys have never met, have you?"

"No, I've never even met Samantha," Carter stated. He rose and shook hands with Bill and then sat back down on the couch, facing the television.

Beverly walked into the living room strikingly dressed in a silky black dress and black high-heeled shoes. She smiled slyly at Carter as she announced the meal. "Come on, you guys," she said. "Dinner's ready."

Carter sat at one end of the dining table and Mr. Henderson at the other. Carter was flanked by Melinda on the left side and by Samantha on the right. Beverly and Bill sat on either side of Mr. Henderson with Cathy squeezed in between Melinda and her mother.

Carter could not keep his eyes off Samantha. He had seen pictures of her, but they did not do justice to her remarkable beauty. She was even more stunning than her mother and her sister Cathy, if that were possible. She had shiny black hair like her mother, and her features were equally beautiful. Her dark eyes had a more alluring magnetism about them, though. Once Samantha caught Carter staring at her, and she responded with a knowing smile.

Midway through the meal Carter began to feel a slight pressure against his right leg. He glanced down and saw that Samantha was pressing her left knee against his leg. Carter returned the pressure, and Samantha made no attempt to move her knee.

Soon Carter felt an additional pressure on his ankle, but this second pressure was not constant or stationary. It was, instead, a gentle rubbing. Again he glanced down. Samantha had slipped her right shoe off and was rubbing Carter's ankle and lower leg under the cuff of his pants with her foot.

Deftly Carter reached under the table with his right hand and slid it slowly up Samantha's upper leg. He caressed her meaty thigh gently and then grasped it in his exploring hand.

Carter drew his hand back and resumed eating nonchalantly. He felt Samantha's delicate hand slide up his own thigh, grasp his hard cock momentarily, and then release it.

After the meal Carter and Melinda prepared to leave, and Samantha came to the door to bid them goodbye. After saying goodbye to her sister, she extended her hand to Carter. "It was nice to meet you, Carter," she smiled as she shook his hand. Carter felt a slip of paper in Samantha's palm, and he clenched it in his fist.

Outside, on the way to the car, Carter glanced at the note written on the slip of paper. "Meet me at the Rendezvous Motel tomorrow at noon if you want to have some real fun," it read. Carter wadded it up and tossed it on the ground as he opened the car door.

The following day Carter drove rapidly to the Rendezvous Motel during his lunch hour. He parked in the parking lot, and he recognized Samantha as she stepped from a late-model Oldsmobile. She was wearing a tight-fitting orange pantsuit which accented her curvaceous figure as she approached him.

"Hi, there," she beamed.

"Hi," Carter answered.

"I hear you're quite a stud."

"Where did you hear that?"

"Word gets around," Samantha responded evasively.

"I guess you want to find out for yourself," Carter said. "Is that right?"

"That's why I'm here, big man," she assured as she punched Carter in the stomach in a teasing manner.

"What would Bill think if he knew you were here?"

"To hell with him."

Carter went to the office and rented a room while his sister-in-law waited outside. Carter returned, and they entered the motel room together.

"Well, hurry up and get your clothes off," Carter instructed. "I've got to get back to work in an hour."