Tim Peterson - Two wives want it

Samantha must have been the more frustrated, for she was the one to come out on top. Naked, she swept Vanessa's legs way back and apart and, crouching over the blonde placed the mound of her cunt on her lady-friend's. She began to rub against the furred softness and felt the relief of instant excitement.

"Oh God," she groaned, "that feels good. Oh, I needed this!"

"Me too," Vanessa spoke up emphatically. "Rub me! Pussy-fuck me!"

Samantha washed her ass from side to side to whisk her pussy-mound against Vanessa's with a tantalizing friction. Perched on her toes, she then revolved her hips, rubbing in circles against the sensitive softness. Then she racked forward and back with a new angle of attack.

"I'm melting," Vanessa said blissfully.

Samantha tilted her pelvis and pressed the outer lips of her cunt against the warmed folds of Vanessa's cunt in a really perverse kiss. Grinding with definite pressure, both clits felt delicious stimulation, and Vanessa responded by rubbing her pussy mouth against Samantha's.

"Silt this is good!" the blonde woman hissed. "We can do any dirty fucking thing we want with each other, and I love it!"

"Too bad our husbands aren't around to watch," Samantha remarked. "Maybe they might learn something."

"Imagine being able to do anything we wanted with them," Vanessa said wishfully.

"Wouldn't that be just everything we could want."

"Don't let's talk about it now," Samantha answered. "Let's just enjoy ourselves."

"Make it last," Vanessa encouraged, hunching her pussy up against Samantha's. "Let's really cream hard on each other."

"I'm with you!" Samantha enthused.

It didn't take long. The frustrations and the natural horniness they felt toward each other and the illicit action all worked to potent effect on their sluttish systems.

Vanessa hunched her pussy and Samantha ground her sweet cunt down hard in reply. Giggling between heartfelt moans, they girl-fucked to their hearts' delight, and to the delight of their pussies and bodies as well.

Samantha shook first, her climax followed hotly by Vanessa's. The two women shivered and quaked, their clamping, spewing pussies fairly glued together.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, Samantha lowered her knees into the seat of the couch to either side of her blonde lady-friend. She bowed low, bedding her succulent tits on Vanessa's. The two women kissed, the one underneath lifting both long shapely legs around the one on top and hugging her closer.

"Oooohhhh," Vanessa said lamentingly. "What're we gonna do? This has been fun, but we both know that we were born to be faithful wives."

"There's gotta be some way to show those guys what they're missing out on."

"What is it?"

"Well shit, let's just find out. If a couple of hot bitches like us can't work something out, what good are we?"

Vanessa laughed softly, affectionately. "Now you're talking."

By lunch-time they had come up with a plan. By that evening they were ready to put it into action. In fact, by that evening, the plan was already in motion. First, Samantha had called up Leonard at his office.

"Hello there," he said cheerfully into the phone.

"Not too busy, I hope," Samantha said.

"Too busy for my wife's best buddy? I'd never hear the end of it."

"Speaking of your wife, are you planning to go straight home to her after work?"

"What else?"

"Well, her birthday's coming up soon, isn't it?"

"Sure is."

"I was thinking we could get together to arrange a little surprise party for her."

"Sounds like a good idea. Want me to drop by on my way home?"

"Please. Call her and make some excuse, and come over."

"Done," he agreed.

Next, Vanessa put in a call to Samantha's husband at his office, asking him to drop by her place that evening for a little chat.

"What about?" he asked.

"I'm looking for some advice for a nephew of mine. Concerning career moves. I'm sure you could be a big help."

"Okay," he consented.

Of course it was all subterfuge. Sneaky scheming, conniving. But Samantha and Vanessa were finding out that that was half the fun.

Samantha put on a white garter belt with matching hose, lacy bra and panties, a robe-style dress and high-heeled shoes. Nursing a drink, she waited for Leonard's appearance while standing by her living-room window. When his car appeared in the driveway she went to the door.

"Glad you could make it," she greeted as he walked up to her.

"No trouble," he assured, smiling. They knew one another only casually, but he seemed perfectly relaxed with her. And she had noticed his eyes skim over her as he'd approached.

They went in and she offered him a drink, which he refused. They sat together on the couch. Samantha's dress opened to show some nyloned thigh, which did not escape his notice. He brought up the subject of surprise parties.

"We don't have to talk about that now, do we?" she purred.

"That's what I'm here for, isn't it?"

"Not exactly, now that you mention it."

"Oh?"

Samantha set her drink on the coffee table and leaned back in the couch, shifting closer to Leonard. "You know, Vanessa thinks you're, getting a little dull, but I don't believe that."

Understandably, he didn't seem to know what to say.

"I'll bet you know how to have fun, don't you, Leonard?"

"Sure."

"I'm the one with dull husband problems," Samantha went on. Sighing, she let her head loll back onto the back of the couch. "It's an accomplishment when I can get a yawn out of Harry."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

She looked at him, her head still back. "This surprise party business was just a cover. I want you, Leonard."

"Your best friend's husband?"

"Shocking, isn't it. But there it is. I want you." A languid smile curved her lips. "Bet I can talk you into it."

He chuckled uncertainly. "Did Vanessa set this up? It's a joke, right?"

Samantha got slowly to her feet. Standing in front of Leonard, easing in between his knees, she deliberately loosened her dress, drew it open to show her sexy underthings, finally let it drop from her shoulders.

"No joke," she assured. She lifted lingering fingers into her lush hair. "Do you like what you see, Leonard?"

"I… I can't believe this is happening."

Samantha lowered her hands and slowly bent over, sliding them down between her knees. Her tits fairly spilled out over the cupping fabric of her bra. She went down face to face with Leonard. "It's happening, lover. Now, do you like my body or don't you?"

"Yes, but…"

"Good. I'm glad." Smiling in her eyes, she leaned closer. Their noses almost touched. "I've been fascinated by that body of yours for years, too."

"Christ, Samantha, you're Vanessa's best friend," he protested.

"You keep saying that. You must be having trouble resisting my charms. Grabbing at any excuse. Leonard, if it doesn't bother me, why should it bother you?"

"I'm… I'm married."

"Another excuse." She shook her head. "I thought you were fun. Hell, I know you are." Straightening, she moved onto her knees on the couch, astride his lap. She squared her shoulders, lifting her tits out. She cocked her hips to one side.

"If you don't want me, push me aside," she said. "A big strong guy like you wouldn't have any trouble."

His hands didn't move. And then they were past the point of no return. Feeling a tingle of triumph, Samantha combed the fingers of a hand into his hair. He looked up. She brushed her hand down the side of his face and he kissed her palm.

"We'll regret this," he said. "Both of us."

"Not today," she promised. "I've taken care of everything. It's going to be perfect."

She sank the cushions of her ass onto his lower thighs and held herself upright. She wagged her shoulders, and her tits jiggled almost out of her bra cups. His eyes dropped to her chest and held to it.