Tim Peterson: Two wives want it

Samantha leaned back, placing her hands on his lower thighs for balance and support as she drew back on his cock and took it in time and time again. She curved her body and arched her heavy but spry-looking tits out and apart. His hands slid up her body and closed on them greedily.

Continuing to fuck on leg power, she leaned forward and pushed her tits into his chest. Wrapping both arms about his neck, she kissed him full on the mouth.

"I'm getting a little carried away," she said to him. "Do you mind?"

"Keep fucking," he answered, palming the broad cheeks of her ass.

Feeling daring, she stretched her body and lifted her tits up before his face. She wagged her shoulders, bobbling them temptingly. She leaned in closer and, to her small surprise and great delight, he sucked a swollen tit-point between his lips.

"Oooh, that's good," she enthused. "I'm gonna make it too! I'm coming with you!"

Shortly, for whatever reason, his mouth relinquished her tits and his head fell back. But she still had his cock, and grinding on it like she was enough. She could feel the burning tingle of her impending climax, and she could sense his in the offing as well.

Expertly, not too brazenly, she hunched on Harry's cock-rod with rising speed and brought him off. The hard flexes of his cock inside her seemed to trigger Samantha's come, and for long moments she reveled in the washes of sweet release.

She softened against him. His hands played lightly up and down her back, over her ass. Then there was a big, boyish hug and a wet kiss, and Samantha sort of slid from him to roll over and lie on her back atop the sheet. Harry pulled his share back up over his mid-section and turned off the lamp on his side of the bed. Within minutes his slow, steady breathing told her he was asleep.

She remembered how frustrated she used to feel at moments like this, before that first afternoon with Vanessa. She had known she would have to do something to maintain her sanity, and she had done about the only thing she could. She had thought and hoped that it would solve things. She would have her fun and that would be that.

Only it wasn't solving things. She still felt frustrated. Deep down she was Harry's wife and he should be the only man for her and all her pleasures should come from and involve him.

Sadly she accepted that she wasn't much better off than she had been at the start. At least on a personal, emotional level.

"Play with me?" Vanessa said to her husband Leonard.

They too were in bed at that hour, both naked and loosely embracing with the sheets pretty well off.

"What?" he said, running the tip of his nose across her cheek from her earlobe.

"You know, with my pussy." On her side facing him, she lifted her bent upper leg into the air. "Play with my pussy."

"Aren't you getting wet?" he asked, sliding his hand down to between her legs.

"No," she answered coquettishly.

Leonard was a huskily built fellow, looking powerful and dominating. But his personality didn't quite match that. He was modest, unassuming, not exactly forceful, a nice guy. Gently he inserted a testing finger into the slit of her cunt.

"You are so," he discovered, as if she must have gone daft. "And I know just what to do about that."

Vanessa quickly reached for and grasped his hardened cock. He paused, wondering over her unexpected move. He looked down quizzically at her slender hand as she started to languidly jerk him off.

"Play with me anyway," she said. "And I'll play with you."

He appeared perplexed. "We don't need this," he argued. "Now come on, let's get fucking."

He had been in a good mood all evening. She'd thought she would try for something new. It wasn't working out too well, but he was still in a good mood.

"Doesn't it feel good when I rub you down there?" she asked.

"What's with you tonight. I thought you liked to fuck."

"I do, but, gee whiz Leonard, we can do more than that from time to time, can't we?" She tickled his balls. "Can't we?"

He responded in a perplexed sort of way. "The kids are gone, we have the house to ourselves, aren't you the least bit tempted to let your hair down and just cut loose a little?"

"Have you been watching that guy on TV?" he asked, as though the possibility depressed him. "You've got too much time on your hands, that's your problem."

"I guess you haven't been tempted, huh?"

"Tempted to sleep, yeah. When has it ever been this quiet around here for this long?"

"Not exactly fun, sleep."

"You can join me anytime," he offered. She didn't say anything to that. "Well look, if you want a little variety, we can do it doggy-style. How's that?"

Vanessa figured it was as good as she was going to get, so she said, "Okay."

Leonard chuckled heartily, glad that everything had been worked out and they could get on with it. He pushed himself up onto his knees and watched as Vanessa rolled over onto her stomach, spread her knees and lifted her crotch toward him.

Well, she had tried, Vanessa thought to herself. She hadn't really expected to succeed, so it wasn't that great a disappointment. And she was still going to get some action out of Leonard.

Maybe she should feel guilty, wanting more than she was getting. She didn't know. But damn it, she wasn't the only one missing out. He was too. If only there was some way to open his eyes to the fact.

Leonard took hold of his wife's hips, pointed his cock at the dangling folds of her cunt and pulled her back and onto the rigid length of his fuck-meat. She heard his deep, savoring intake of breath and his moan of pleasure. He did have some sensuality, but there had to be more of it in him. She just knew it.

Vanessa groaned a sincere reply as she took her husband's sizeable prick into her warm, watery depths. She let her body undulate with further pleasures, rubbing the jutting cushions of her ass against him.

"Now, this isn't too terribly boring, is it?" he said to her, and she could just picture the big grin on his face.

"I guess not," Vanessa allowed. He was turning her on, too. And she would come. And afterward, well, she didn't want to think about that now. She was going to enjoy this while she could. As much as she could.

Leonard started to fuck her, his eager motions hinting at some of the power lurking in his bulky body. Vanessa rolled her head from side to side and pushed her cunt back against his surging cock.

"Getting good now," she said in a thickening voice. "Getting very nice indeed!"

"I know, baby. Fun!"

Vanessa wiggled and shook, determined to milk every moment of its full erotic potential. Thank God she had cured him of having to do all their fucking under the sheets. She supposed she could cure him of other habits as well, but unfortunately they would both be in their nineties before they could reach the erotic potential she had in mind for them both.

Vanessa clasped her hands on the bed and lowered her cheek onto them, and simply rested there, letting him bang into her pussy from behind. There were no surprises – just straight ahead fucking. She sometimes wondered if he wasn't just jerking himself off with her cunt.

If he hadn't had the staying power to make her come while he was at it there would have been some genuine bitterness.

"Mmmmmm, I feel it," Vanessa moaned. She stretched out and dug her elbows into the mattress, bracing herself.

Leonard punched harder with his cock becoming frantic for climax. A bunch of final, quick drives and he was over the edge, taking Vanessa with him. They came together. Then Leonard rolled away onto his back and, exhaled heavily, and it was over.

Vanessa curled up into a ball, wondering what she was going to do in order to come up with a truly happy marriage.

By the middle of next morning Vanessa and Samantha were together, in Samantha's living room, wrestling about on the couch as they sought to vent the frustrations of the evening before.