Tim Peterson: Two wives want it

"You like, huh?" She smiled. "Why don't you take them out and play with them?"

His eyes lifted in surprise at such a brazen suggestion.

"I don't know what Vanessa is like," Samantha lied easily, "but I'm pretty sure I'm different. You better get used to it. Hell, enjoy it!"

She could see the idea going to work on him, put a glint in his eyes and a hungering kind of grin on his lips. She was now a woman to him, and that meant they would be playing under a different set of rules than he would have with his wife. New rules. And, as he was about to find out, the first rule was, anything goes.

His hands lifted to the front clasp of her bra and he opened it, tentatively. In similar fashion he pulled the lacy cups away from her jutting tits and let his hands replace them on her coned tit-meats.

Tingling with greater triumph and stirring with arousal, Samantha pressed her titties forward into his hands. He responded by squeezing into the smooth, pliant flesh.

"You are fun," she enthused.

"And you, you're something else, Samantha."

"Now you're getting it." She leaned forward, letting her arms slide about his neck. They touched noses this time, and then lips as Samantha cocked her, head to one side and moved in for a kiss. Curving her body, she pushed her heavy tits into his chest. His hands slid around and down to the jutting curves of her ass. She shot her tongue into his mouth and let him enjoy himself.

"You're terrific, Leonard," she breathed, moving against his body and hands, "but I think I'd like you even better naked."

"Shall we go upstairs?"

"I'm in no mood to be quaint," Samantha purred. "Right here is fine. You'll see."

She backed from him and stood again.

Thumbing her panties, she worked them down and off, leaving garter belt, nylons and shoes on. Kneeling, she pulled off Leonard's shoes and socks.

Taking his time, he got out of jacket and tie. He needed the time to get adjusted to her, to the new style of fun-making.

Samantha leaned in between his knees, crouching, and pulled down his fly. She reached in and negotiated his prick out into the open. She cradled the rubbery cock in two hands, rolling it in caressing fashion. She looked up at him.

"I'm gonna make you feel good," she murmured. "I'm gonna make you feel better than you've felt in a long time. I'm gonna make you come like the devil. Maybe in my mouth, maybe in my pussy, maybe even in my ass."

He stared at her, dumbfounded, as she ducked and licked all the way up from the bottom of his growing cock-shaft.

"Does Vanessa talk dirty like that to you?"

"Not quite," he replied.

"I'm just a slut when I get my hot little hands on a cock. Especially one that seems to like me so much." He was growing steadily in her caressing hands, firming up nicely for her. Samantha showed a look of genuine delight and licked his cock again. And continued licking it.

"Nnnnnn, I love it right back too."

Watching her, Leonard undid the buttons of his shirt, pulled it open. Samantha took hold of his pants and shorts and worked them from his hips, down his legs to his ankles. She practically dived back toward his cock and snatched it into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned with pleasure as she sucked and squeezed the upper end of it. In short order she was running her mouth down on the continuously swelling cock and sucking hard back up to the tip.

When his cock was hard enough to stand on its own, Samantha took her mouth from it, rose up slightly and enclosed the fuck-shaft with the splendor of her tits. Bunching her tits in around his cock, she caressed it with her smooth warm flesh.

"How does that feel?" she purred to him. "Good enough to fuck?"

"Shit," he grinned, "you really are different."

"Fuck my tits, big boy!" She grinned.

It took him a moment to get going. It was a pleasure he had never pursued before.

Leonard's ass lifted and his cock threaded up between her enclosing tits. He lowered and let his cock go down out of sight before running it back up through the incredible smoothness of her tit-flesh.

Samantha knew he would never have dreamed of doing this with his wife. Something had happened there, early on, and it had pretty much established their sexual habits. The longer a pattern went on the harder it was to break out of, and their pattern, conservative, was an old one.

But between Leonard and Samantha there was no pattern yet. The idea was to show him what he had been missing out on and let him take it home to Vanessa. The wives' scheme was as simple as that.

Samantha didn't doubt that he would take it home and try it out.

"God, you're making me wet," Samantha breathed.

"Am I?" he said.

"I'll show you." She pulled her tits from his cock as she stood up then climbed up onto the couch. She stood over him, one knee pressing into the back of the couch to one side, one foot lifting onto it to the other side. She leaned her hips forward and, with his head tilted back, she moved her pussy in over his face. She opened her privates with the fingers of a hand and said, "See?"

Wetness did show in the fuck-slit and outer areas of her pussy. She wished there had been enough for a drop or two to fall onto his lips. Would have been fun to see how that fired him up.

"God," he groaned, "Samantha."

"Lick me," she crooned. "I've heard I taste like a million bucks."

His tongue lifted itself into the spongy hot wetness of her gaping cunt like it couldn't resist. His hands came up to the jutting globes of her ass and mauled her buns as his tongue began to do the same to her pussy.

"Oooooh, you feel, like a million yourself," she cooed, hunching her drooling cunt at his mouth. She felt him suck on her tender privates and knew she had him right where she wanted him. The lucky stiff was playing straight into her hands.

"Sexy pussy!" he breathed in awe. "Fantastic!"

"Yeah baby, let me know how you feel," she encouraged. "Talk tome! Talk dirty to me!"

"Love eating out your cunt," he murmured, really getting the hang of her new approach to it. "Want you to come on me! Oh yeah baby, all over my face!"

Fast learner, she thought.

"Your face?" she tempted. "Or your big, hard, throbbing cock? It's your choice."

He flicked his tongue into her cunt with a quick hunger, as if trying to get all he could before she took it away.

"My cock," he said finally, groaningly, and Samantha did take her pussy from his mouth.

Samantha lowered onto her knees on the seat of the couch, her lusciously tapered thighs straddling his hips and upright cock. She grabbed the throbbing shaft and stuffed its purple tip into her creamy cunt-gash. She lurched her ass downward and took his cock past her cunt-lips. Spasms shot through her pussy as his prick stretched it out and filled her up.

"Jesus," Samantha breathed. "That was a perfect choice." Feeling deeper lances of pleasure, she shook her head and laughed with erotic glee. "Yeeeaaaahhhhh!"

"You really go for it, huh," Leonard remarked. Clearly he was enjoying her uninhibited ways, getting more comfortable with them by the minute.

"I'm gonna fuck you now," she said to him, leaning back. She placed her hands on his knees and lifted her own knees to plant her heels in the seat of the couch. "And you're gonna watch," she added, easing back on his hard-on, letting more and more of it out of her cunt. "You're gonna watch me fuck you and you're gonna see me come."

He seemed dumbfounded again. Samantha had to admit that it was a kick, dazzling a grown man like she was. But she wasn't worried about dazzling him too much. He would always know where he truly belonged and would go running back to Vanessa as soon as Samantha was done with him.

Taking her time, Samantha rocked back and forth over Leonard's lap. The sheath of her cunt stroked his cock with an ever hotter friction. Her hips and pelvis rolled, stirring his big fuck-thing around inside her. Her hot ass pressed up against his balls with each forward motion.