Tim Peterson: Two wives want it

Maybe they could all get together for a four-some sometime. Wouldn't that be a kick?

"Do you want to fuck?" Vanessa asked. "Have you gotten hard again?"

Harry lifted his mouth from her stiff right nipple and smiled up at her. "When you came in my mouth it shot steel into my cock," he said.

Harry straightened upright and sure enough, his cock was at just the right level to slide into her cunt. All he had to do was lean his hips forward between her wide-hung thighs and that was all he did. His cock slid up into her.

"Oh, Harry," Vanessa sighed. "You don't know what this means to me."

"You don't know what this means to me," he corrected. His head tilted back and a laughing sound gurgled out of his throat and he said, "God, I feel wonderful. Like a kid with his first woman."

Vanessa squirmed, flattered. "Then be a kid. Go nuts. Do everything you want."

"Everything?"

"I feel comfortable with you. I'm sure we don't need to stifle any urges. No matter what they are."

Harry relaxed. Maybe he'd gotten it into his head that women were delicate creatures. It seemed to come as relief to him to find out that, if Vanessa was any example, they could hold their own when it came to real, unfettered raunch. As he started to fuck, she could sense his mind begin to race with ideas.

Vanessa was relaxed too. She let him have his lead, lying back and letting him probe in and out of her cunt with his cock. Gradually the friction got to her and she was compelled to join in. She lifted a heel onto his shoulder and flexed her long leg to roll her hips, wash them from side to side before his.

His tempo picked up. His growing lust showed, along with decreasing inhibitions. He reached up and groped her titties excitingly.

His ass moved faster and faster, pounding, pounding, pounding into her. She felt another climax build and begin to shake loose. Twisting and grinding her cunt on his fiery fuck-pole, she furiously sought to make one happen for him at the same time.

And then it was happening, and the two of them frothed over with cum and spent passion.

Two weeks passed, rather enjoyably.

Samantha and Vanessa pursued varied pleasures with one another's husband, and each other.

But on this Thursday afternoon things changed.

Vanessa came in with exciting news. "We were watching some boring show on TV and out of the blue we started making out, right there in the living room. And we finished there too. That's never happened before."

"Sounds like things are starting to work out."

"I knew a simple change of scenery could work wonders, but Samantha, it was incredible."

"I'm glad."

"I only hope I'm doing Harry some good. Is he coming around?"

"And coming, and coming," Samantha answered, and they both laughed.

"Oh Samantha," Vanessa sighed, "who would have guessed that the two of us would wind up happily married women?"

"Not me," Samantha replied. "But gee, do you suppose it's going to mean the end of us?"

"Us?"

"Not as friends, of course. My God, we're closer now than ever. But what about as playmates?"

"I don't know," Vanessa answered. "I guess it will depend on how happy we are at home."

"What I'm getting at is, should we even try to keep up our fling? I mean, maybe we should just decide to call it off. Make a clean break."

"Mmmmmm," Vanessa responded concurringly. "It might be nice to play respectable again."

"My thoughts exactly," Samantha said. Sitting next to Vanessa on the couch, she shifted closer to the blonde woman. "How about one last come for the road?"

Vanessa cooed and gave a wiggle. "My kind of woman."

"It's been fun, hasn't it."

"Great fun."

Already cozy, it didn't take any great effort for them to bring their mouths together in a warm, lasting kiss.

"Since we're becoming so respectable again," Vanessa murmured then, "why don't we do it in a bed for a change."

"I know just the place," Samantha said to that. Standing, she caught Vanessa by a hand and drew the woman to her feet. She then walked with her lady-friend up the stairs to the master bedroom.

They couldn't have felt more comfortable with each other; none of it could have felt more natural. They had been through a lot of living and loving together. They were close, had no more secrets from each other, had nothing to hide.

Approaching the bed, their hands separated. They began to undress as casually as lovers, almost like husband and wife.

The first to get naked, Samantha moved onto her knees on the bed, holding upright as she turned to Vanessa. Tossing aside her panties, the blonde woman went to join Samantha.

Kneeling together, thighs, hips, pussy mounds, tummies and tits touching, they relaxed against each other. The warm, smooth contact alone stirred exciting juices inside their voluptuous bodies. They paused, savoring the feel of the effect they had on one another. It was positively magical.

Vanessa felt her hands being drawn to the thrust-out globes of Samantha's ass. She took hold of the warm cheeks and groped delicately at them. Smilingly, Samantha reciprocated.

Their heads tilted forward and they sort of teased into a kiss. They flirted their tongues at one another's lips, then dueled with their pointy probes, finally letting them coil together and fuse their mouths with a soulful smooch.

Samantha reached into the deep crack of Vanessa's ass with knowing fingertips. She brushed lightly up and down on the bottom of the cleft, reaching farther underneath all the time.

Vanessa was following her lead, although it wasn't really a lead anymore and she wasn't a follower. What Samantha was doing felt good so Vanessa responded in kind. They were compatible enough to do that.

The kiss played on and the intimate probing went on. By now the fingertips were reaching pussy-flesh, and discovering the moisture within swelling folds.

"Hot for me, baby?" Vanessa teased.

"Hot and juicy." Samantha pulled her hand from behind Vanessa, twisted her body slightly and reached in between herself and Vanessa. She curved her long, slender fingers down onto her lady-friend's cunt and rubbed caressingly at her responsive privates.

As Vanessa did the same to Samantha, the two women let themselves topple over onto their sides on the wide bed. Giggling warmly, they squirmed into another kiss and, with legs parted, frigged with growing ardor at one another's cunt.

"You sexy bitch," Vanessa murmured fondly. "Goddamned tasty slut."

"Likewise I'm sure," Samantha gurgled, and they laughed.

Vanessa sighed, softening. She separated her middle finger from the others and slid it easily into the tight heat of Samantha's cunt. "I remember the first time I did this," she confided. "It's still a kick."

"Remember what you did next?"

Vanessa took her slicked finger from Samantha's pussy and brought it up to her own lips and delicately licked at it.

"We've been through a lot together," Samantha said simply, working her finger in Vanessa's cunt. She then took it out and licked off the taste and savored it deeply. She smiled fondly, with memory, and anticipation.

"I've learned one thing," she murmured.

"What?"

"Just a taste of you isn't nearly enough." Vanessa tittered. "Same here. We gonna go pussy-diving, sweet thing?"

"We sure are," answered Samantha.

The luscious brunette rolled up onto her haunches and then swung around on all fours. Over Vanessa, she lowered her crotch to the blonde woman's face and bowed her head between the parted, raised thighs.

Vanessa swept her hands down Samantha's curvaceous flanks and onto the divided swells of the brunette's wide ass. She squeezed the full cheeks and feasted her eyes on the feminine privates on unabashed display before her.