Tim Peterson: Two wives want it

The pleasure was as much her own as it was his. He watched her turn on with a boyish fascination. She was showing him how much she enjoyed cock, and when he was with Vanessa he would remember it, and know that his wife was the same way.

A grin tugged at her sensuous mouth. "I'm gonna do it," she murmured throatily. "Gonna come and hold my tits for me, baby? That'll really set me off!"

His open hands slid up her working body and wrapped around the domed peaks of flesh with tight squeezes. Samantha gasped with raw pleasure, and when his thumbs flicked hard against her swollen nipples she inhaled sharply and her body curved abruptly upward.

"Uuuuunnn, uuunnn, uuuhhh, ooohhh, ooohhh!" she whimpered excitedly and went bucking into her climax. The beat down there around his cock went searing through her with sensation-laden throbs.

Leonard continued mauling her sensitive tits as she lurched torridly about on his prick and slowly calmed. He milked them then with gentler caresses, then let his hands drift off onto her softening body. She continued moving to and fro on his hard-on.

"I don't know how Vanessa could say you're on the dull side," Samantha said. "I feel like we can do anything together."

"Well, I'm a little different at home," he confessed. "Maybe I am on the dull side."

"Bet you could show her a few things if you put your mind – and your cock – to it."

He grinned. "Maybe."

"It'd be a nice birthday surprise, wouldn't it?" Samantha suggested.

"There's an idea."

"Then I guess our business is settled," she announced. Quickly through, her eyes dropped to his reddened hard-on as for the umpteenth time it came unsheathed from her cunt, and she corrected, "Almost."

"We're doing okay there too."

"Not okay enough. We'll do much better with you in my ass."

"My God Samantha, you really want to?" She swung a long leg over to the couch and disengaged herself from his cock. "Sure." She got both knees under her, lower legs across his thighs as she turned her backside to him. "Just wet your finger in my pussy, then slip it in and out of my shitter a few times, easy, and I'm ready. Try it!"

For a second he appeared uncertain. She gave an encouraging wiggle and reached back between her thighs to open her wet cunt for him. "You'll love it."

His finger came to her pussy, and then went to her asshole, and then he got up onto his knees behind her and touched his prick-head to her stretched hole.

"In, baby. I want it. I need it."

He pushed forward and she pushed back, and they joined, deeper and deeper, sharing increasingly bold fuck-strokes.

"Yeeaaahhhh!" he breathed as the passions took hole. "Shit yeah!"

"Me too," Samantha cooed. "I feel the same way! Ooohhh, shit, do I ever feel good! Fuck me now! Fuck my hot, bad ass!"

"Jeez," he breathed, pumping with his hips, "do you think Vanessa would go for this?"

"Leonard honey," Samantha replied, "I don't think she'd mind it a bit."

"Hi fella," Vanessa said to Harry at the door.

"Come on in."

Vanessa closed the door and linked her, arm with his as they approached the living room. She was dressed in a knotted shirt that showed her tits were bra-less and baggy shorts that didn't hide one inch of her sensational legs.

Harry took a seat on a couch and Vanessa perched herself on the edge of another one just across from him. Elbows on knees, chin in one hand, she openly looked at him. He asked her about her nephew.

"I have a confession to make," Vanessa said to that. "There is no nephew. I just didn't think you'd come if I told you the real reason I wanted to see you."

"Why do you want to see me?"

"I just couldn't put it off any longer. The opportunity came up with Leonard being out for the evening and I just had to take it."

"To do what?"

"What would you say," the blonde woman began, "if I told you I wanted us to spend the next hour or so together, fucking?"

"What?"

"You heard me. I want us to fuck. I've wanted it for some time."

"I'm stunned," he said truthfully.

"I thought you might be," she said to that. Vanessa stood up then, came over to Harry and knelt before him on the rug. "I'm sure I could help you get over it."

"Or make it worse."

"Or make it worse," she smiled. She rested her hands on his knees, effectively holding them apart. Her gaze went down the front of his body to his crotch.

"Samantha's talked about you," Vanessa confided. "I suppose that's what helped spark my interest."

"What did she say?"

"All sorts of things… apparently you're rather well put together…"

"Flattery will get us both into a lot of trouble."

"Not if we play it smart." She leaned closer and temptingly whispered, "I promise."

"It doesn't bother you, you being friends, me being married?"

"Don't be a dull boy," she chided softly, "come out and play." As she spoke, her slender fingers worked at the knot of her shirt. As she finished, she pulled her shirt open to reveal her jutting, coned tits. "Let's you and I break some rules," she went on, idly fingering the underswells of her tits.

"I don't know…" he said hesitantly, though he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her terrific tits.

"Sounds like I'll have to decide for both of us," Vanessa responded. She leaned farther in between his legs, placing her out-thrust tits on his upper thighs. "You and I are gonna do it, Harry. We're gonna suck, and fuck…"

"Have you always been this take-charge?" he asked.

Vanessa was rubbing her hands over the front of his pants, teasing into the crotch area. "I've always been able to get things done. It doesn't leave you cold, does it?"

He grinned, not answering that. He didn't have to. The outline of his cock was taking shape down one leg of his slacks.

"No," Vanessa murmured, "it leaves you hot. Hotter, and hotter…" She shifted her body and pressed the warm firmness of a bare tit against the outline of his hardening prick.

She took the shirt off, loosened her shorts. She stood and stepped out of them.

"No panties, huh?" Harry observed. "I'm an optimist," Vanessa answered. She stepped back and sat on the couch across from him. Trailing a hand up the inside of a thigh, she leaned back on it. She idled her fingers on the flesh of her pussy as she gazed over at him. "Let's see what you've got under those duds."

"Are you sure Leonard's out for the evening?"

"Positive." To further entice him, Vanessa let her legs fall open. She moved fingertips on her outer cunt. "Show me what you've got. I want to eat it up."

Harry got up out of his seat and proceeded to undress. He looked eager, but worried around the edges. But he was coming through for her, and would go all the way, and that was what counted.

Relaxing into the couch, Vanessa moved two fingertips in circles on her clit as she watched Harry get undressed. Samantha had herself quite a prize here. Vanessa was tempted not to let him go home afterward.

With a trace of bashfulness, Harry pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them. His extending prick bobbled and flopped about in the air, looking muscular and sexy and juicy.

Vanessa sat up as he came to her. She reached for his hips and drew him in between her legs. Turning her head to one side, she ran her tongue along the flank of his still-growing cock-meat to the base.

"You are built," she murmured. "Prime looking stud. I hear you don't cut loose much."

"Do you?"

"Don't hold back with me, okay lover? The badder you are the better it'll be for us both. I'll show you."

She curled her tongue on the underside of the base of his cock and wiggled her tip back and forth on it. Continuing to work her tongue like that, she went all the way up to the flared end of his prick-length. A drop of pre-cum was waiting for her there and she sensuously wiped it off with her probe.