Tim Peterson: Two wives want it

"I suppose I'm terrible," Samantha confessed, but she smiled and added, "but who's to say? What's normal? What's right or wrong? Who the fuck knows?"

Samantha's fingers swerved across her lower belly, fingertips missing the panty by fractions of an inch. She folded an exquisitely shaped leg up into the air and shifted squirmingly on the chaise, her body undulating. She rolled her head and looked at Vanessa. "Do I shock you?"

Vanessa was thankful for the sun-glasses she had on. Samantha hadn't seen, where her eyes had been focused. "Yes," the glazed blonde replied, "you shock me. You shock me awake. I am bored. Almost desperately."

"Have you been fantasizing?"

"I do intentionally."

"There's this one guy in particular," Samantha confided. "He works at a coffee shop. Young, cute, but… I keep thinking about going into the back room with him."

"And?"

"Either I attack him or he attacks me. I can never decide. Either way, it makes me horny as hell."

"Are you getting horny now?"

"Lately I think I never stop being horny." As Samantha spoke, her hand wiped back across her lower tummy, fingers curving down. The red-polished nails slipped under the hand of the bikini bottoms and she idled her fingertips back and forth.

"Do you feel off much, Vanessa? I do. Now more than ever." Samantha drew a breath, let it out slowly. "Feels so good. Don't you think?"

"Samantha, I think you're losing your mind," Vanessa said in reply. She was neither scoffing nor scornful. Oddly amused, vaguely uncomfortable. In other areas the two women had shared virtually all secrets. When it came to sex, well, they hadn't talked much, but the subject wasn't exactly taboo. Besides, they were both adults. They were close. They could be honest with each other. No big deal.

"Losing control, maybe," Samantha allowed. "And glad of it. You should try it."

"You want to corrupt me," Vanessa said.

"I'm doing it, too. Hey, baby, wouldn't it be fun to take our panties off and finger ourselves to a lather?"

Vanessa laughed, partly nervous, partly wicked. "If you want to, I won't stop you."

As if responding to a dare, Samantha pulled open a hip strand of her bikini panties. Reaching for the other one, the brunette was watching her friend, waiting for her to retract her offer though not really expecting her to.

Samantha pulled open her bikini bottom and peeled it from the neatly shaped little tuft of her cunt-hair. She pushed it from her crotch and shifted her out-stretched leg to one side, let it fall off of the chaise from the knee down. Her idling hand slid downward, slender fingers combing into the curls of her cunt.

"Do it with me," Samantha said with a trace of longing. "Let's be bad girls together."

In truth, Vanessa had been fighting to keep her hands off her own tits and pussy and body. There was just something about Samantha, the afternoon, the circumstances, she felt anxious to let her hair down as well. Maybe, she was entitled. Maybe the time had come for it.

"I must be crazy," Vanessa said, pulling open one of the bows at her hips. She undid the other and, drawing her knees up, she pushed the scanty blue covering from her anticipating privates.

Samantha let her raised leg fall away to the side and gave herself a good, open spread. She slid the fingers of one hand down onto the flesh of her cunt and pressed in on the folds, holding her pussy, warming it.

Vanessa let out a steadying breath and let her hand find its way down onto her brown-tufted pussy. Three days ago, in the shower, she had made herself come this way. It made her feel guilty, using her own hand to please herself when she had a husband. Enjoying it as much as she did made her feel more guilty. She tried not to make it too often.

Today, well, today wasn't like any other day.

Samantha was with her, for one thing, but that wasn't, all of it. Vanessa was ready for a change.

Had been for some time. Perhaps too long. Shit.

She felt like going at herself with a vengeance. "Fantasizing?" Samantha asked intimately.

"What about?"

"Nothing special. Sexy things just keep floating by. It's like watching an erotic merry-go-round."

"Passive type, huh?"

"I suppose you're sucking cock or something."

"I'm getting sucked, if you must know," Samantha answered with a leer. But she didn't dare confide that, in her fantasy, she was being sucked by Vanessa. That would have been too much.

Hell, it was almost too much for Samantha. She'd never considered her best friend as a fuck partner before. Or any woman for that matter.

Vanessa sawed the fingers of her hand up and down on the sharply defined outer folds of her responsive pussy. She was turning on without a care in the world. And it was an extra kick to be outside, lying in the sun, with Samantha there to keep it all fun. Wonderfully decadent and self-indulgent.

Samantha curled her middle finger as she rubbed at her pussy. She spread her swelling folds and flicked her tip up high against the ridged formation of her clit, and thrilled to the hot chills that swept out into her loins.

Rolling her stiff clit under her fingertip, she felt further pleasures climb through her systems and like her friend she wanted to come and come hard. They were past the point of turning back now.

Vanessa's mind was in a slow but steady whirl of carnal images, each prompted by a different urge. She pictured herself sucking the cock of a naked, anonymous stranger. Another male appeared beside the first, cock hard, and she alternated from one to the other.

Someone would fuck her in one position, and then she would roll over and be fucked from behind. Then she would be on top. Then they would be violating her all at once. Her erotic dream went on.

These were urges that had been buried deep inside her for a long time. Racking with Leonard was dull, predictable. He satisfied her, made her come, but she knew there had to be more, even if it was only variety. Variety was the spice of life, wasn't it?

Her clit stinging sweetly, Samantha teased her fingertip down to the tight hole of her cunt. She was wet inside, could feel her walls squishing together, and she was itchy hot in there too. She swirled her long finger inward.

Her hips revolved, moving her pussy against the rotations of her penetrating digit. The grinding friction took some of the edge off her horny itch and she began to enjoy herself.

Shamelessly she imagined that it was one of Vanessa's fingers that was probing into her streaming privates. God, what fun that would be.

But Samantha knew where her buttons were, knew how to pull her own strings, and was haying a terrific time. Holding her finger straight, she pumped it in and out of her cunt with ever increasing speed.

She lifted her other foot onto the chaise and lay there with bent legs spread wide. Flexing sinewy thighs and calves, she hunched her fiery pussy up and around on her fucking finger. With her other hand she squeezed and rolled her clit until it felt like her cunt was going to catch fire.

To her side, Vanessa was a virtual mirror image of Samantha, legs spread, feet almost together. Vanessa was busily running a long finger in and out of her fuck-chute. The fingers of her other hand were whipping from side to side and in grinding circles against her inflamed clit.

"Oooohh, oooh, I can't believe it," she cried out in near breathlessness, "I can't believe what I'm doing." Rapture tugged at her beautiful facial features, giving her a sexy pink blush. "I'm so bad. I'm so horny. Ooohhh shit, do I wanna come!"

Samantha's back was arching against the excitement that kept rising through her. She could hear how far along Vanessa was and knew she wasn't far behind. She pumped a little faster, frigged her poor clit a little harder.

A gasp escaped her, then another. Her mouth was pulling open, her whole body was curving, lifting out from the chaise from her ass to the back of her head. She went terribly tense for a lasting moment, then convulsed as the first surge of completion wracked her sumptuous body.