Tim Peterson - Two wives want it

He already had his jar of lubrication in hand and promptly swabbed a dollop into her virgin asshole. Vanessa thrilled to the illicit feelings of his finger as he worked slickness into her shit-chute.

To her side, Samantha lay back on the bed and Marty moved up over her. On knees and hands, hips lowering, his cock was sticking out at a terrifically virile angle. Vanessa watched it go directly to Samantha's wide-open cunt and she wiggled shamelessly before Calvin.

"Give it to me!" she panted. "Stick my ass with your cock!"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, she felt the burn of his cock-head on her asshole. It actually took her breath away for an instant. She was going to get ass-fucked and could hardly believe it.

Calvin's cock pressed forward, gently but firmly opening her up and coming inside with its musky, slick heat. The slide of his slicked flesh on her own sent horny sensations through Vanessa and as she realized that she was more sensitive in there than she had expected she knew it was going to be great.

As Calvin pressed on, Vanessa gave another wriggled and leaned back on hands and knees. The sudden quickening of the penetration made her gasp with delight.

"Shit this is getting good," she breathed. "Ooooooh, lover, fuck me with your big cock! Fuck me like a bitch, you hear?"

He chuckled, running open hands over her body. "I hear, and don't worry, you'll get what's coming to you!"

Samantha was getting blissfully fucked beside Vanessa and Calvin, with Marty in a push-up position and letting his hips crash onto her upturned ass. Her legs were high in the air and waving about.

Vanessa caught her attention with a look. "Should I be feeling as bad as I do?"

"The badder the better," Samantha assured with a gleeful leer.

Vanessa moaned her excitement and rocked her rounded ass back into the nook of Calvin's hips. She pound snugly up against him, reveling in her ability to take all of his cock. Then she wanted to fuck all of it, and she lurched forward.

They, found a comfortable rhythm and Vanessa gave herself over to it. She closed her eyes and let her instincts and impulses take over. Body writhing and twisting, moaning with heavenly arousal, she fucked and was fucked, and it couldn't have been more grand.

Six months passed.

Samantha and Vanessa saw Marty and Calvin a number of times, and they met or were introduced to other young male playmates. A couple of female playmates on one occasion as well. All in all it was great fun. A pure holiday of sucking and fucking of all kinds.

Life at home however was a whole other story, which was to say that it was the same old story. At Samantha's house, Harry would get home, unwind with a drink, have dinner, spend some time on work from the office, watch some TV. At most, he would head for bed early three times a week. Those were the times when sex entered their lives.

Leaving the bathroom on one of those nights, with Harry waiting for her in the bedroom, Samantha wondered why she let it go on this way. Fucking was a pleasure, not an obligation or a household chore.

Entering the bedroom, she found Harry naked, half-covered by a sheet. He still had his looks, she would give him that. With his graying hair he might even have become more attractive over the years. It was nice to be naked with him. The trouble was, it could have been so much better.

She switched off the overhead light and left the lamps on. She dropped the robe from her shoulders. Naked underneath, she moved onto the bed, stretching out stomach-down and diagonally across it, facing her husband.

When he looked at her it was direct and with some affection and at moments like this, with a trace of horniness as well. No mad passion, no simple lust, no real fun. It was just so damned comfortable. Familiar. Mundane.

With him propped up on a couple of pillows, Samantha nuzzled his shoulder, down onto his chest, brushed her lips over his nipple, getting things started. She pleased him, satisfied him, she knew that, and that counted for something, at least. She still had some pride in being a good wife.

Harry pushed the sheet down from his hips, revealing his swelling cock. "Know what I'd love, baby?" he murmured.

She made a soft, knowing sound and slid down a little on the bed. She brushed her lips and tongue over his belly and swept her hand up his legs to fondle his hairy balls.

At least he let her do some things. She was grateful for that. And every once in a while, after a good day at the office or some other boost to his system he would go so far as spend some time sucking her.

But where was the fire? Where was the brimming excitement of two lusting people?

Lifting her head, she slid her hand up onto his cock and squeezed massagingly into the rubbery tube. Feeling it swell, she jerked her hand quickly on it, and saw his cock fill with hardness and length. She thought she could probably do it in her sleep.

Maybe that was the root of the problem. Maybe they simply knew each other too well.

There were no more surprises. At least, he didn't seem to have any to offer. Samantha knew that she could show him a thing or two. If only he would show a little interest in seeing them. But if it wasn't something he had already tried he wouldn't go for it. She couldn't teach an old dog new tricks.

He stroked the back of her neck, toyed with her hair. Gradually the weight of his hand became heavier, urging her to go down on his cock.

She toyed with the idea of resisting. Could she get him to force her. It would be a change, all right. Maybe it would start to bring him out of his shell.

But Samantha knew better. Send him deeper into his shell would be more like it. Why make trouble?

"Gonna suck you now," she breathed. "You ready?"

"Mmmmmm," he answered with a squirm. She dipped out her tongue and bathed his cock-head with saliva. She wiped it off with ovaled lips, wet him down again, then sucked on to stay.

It was a nice cock, smooth, strong, durable. It fit nicely into her mouth and throat, her cunt. His cum had a sweet, sexy taste, and it was never too quick to come boiling out of him either. So Samantha enjoyed her husband's cock, enjoyed sucking on it. She could feel its hardness warming her insides, making the inside of her pussy warm and squishy and in the mood for a pronging.

It always wowed Harry when she deep throated him, so she did that now. She only wished he would let her do more. She cared for him, despite everything. Really cared for him.

It would have been a lot simpler if she didn't. She could have left him. No problem.

And, she knew that he cared for her, in his way, so…

Samantha continued mouthing up and down her husband's prick. She undulated her body, feeling sexy and wanting to show it. She felt Harry's eyes on her, like caresses, and his hips began lifting his cock into her mouth and throat.

"You're showing your hand, darling," she teased, pausing to wipe her tongue all over his hard-on.

"Shit, let's do it."

"You mean fuck?" she said playfully, unable to resist the urge to get a tad naughtier than usual.

"Yes, I mean that," he responded impatiently. He began to sit up. "Let's."

She breezed a hand up his body and had him lie back. "No problem. I'll take care of it. You've had a long day."

She had top-ridden him before, though not too often, so this was something of a treat for her. And him. Savoring every passing moment, Samantha moved up astride of her husband and, squatting over his loins, threaded his cock up into the tight, wet, hot sheath of her pussy.

His head lay back, and he looked at her through half-lidded eyes. His gaze was on her tits, her pussy, her body. He seemed shy about looking her in the eye just then, or maybe he was just too horny for it. He loved her body, and that was enough for her then.