Tim Peterson - Two wives want it

To the side, Vanessa was rejoicing in her own release. Her body thrashed about and her legs kicked as the wild energy of climax bucked itself out through her system.

They weren't climaxes to knock the wind out of either woman, but they did leave both females limply spent and fairly panting for breath, their heavy titted chests heaving against the snug confines of their halter tops. Samantha's tit had escaped its sling again, but she wasn't bothering to tuck it back into place. She had already decided to take the bikini top off.

Surely Vanessa wouldn't mind if they got naked for a while.

Samantha lifted both arms over her head and stretched her full length on the lounging chair. She moaned contentedly. As her hands came back down, they found the knot at the back of her neck and pulled it open. She peeled the twin coverings from her tits, twisted the bikini top around to undo the back knot, and finally dropped the garment to the ground.

"Hey you," Vanessa murmured, "what're you up to?"

Samantha rolled onto her side, facing the blonde woman. She drew a leg up to accentuate the curve of her hip. "Felt a little awkward with it on," she said. "You could do without your top too."

"Then what?" Vanessa wondered aloud, though she didn't wait for an answer. As she got out of her halter-bra, Samantha moved from her chaise to sit next to Vanessa. Vanessa looked up at her, naked, but once more with her shy, vaguely uncertain expression.

Samantha picked up Vanessa's bottle of sun lotion and poured a few drops onto each nippled dome of the woman's tits, onto the sections that had been covered by the bikini. "We wouldn't want you to bum," Samantha said, and began to spread the protective lotion around on Vanessa's tits.

"You really do want to corrupt me," Vanessa observed.

"Purely spur of the moment, I assure you."

"I'm not looking for an affair. Just some fun. The afternoon is young, you turn me on, why not?"

"There's probably a reason somewhere. I just can't think of it."

Samantha was running a fingertip in a circle around one of Vanessa's up-reaching nipples. "Do you like that?"

"More than I should," Vanessa allowed. She lifted both arms over her head, bunching her tits up and out, almost flaunting her charms before Samantha's admiring eyes. She still was having trouble understanding why all this was happening.

"Do you suppose we're closet lezzies?" Vanessa murmured.

"Closet nymphos, probably." Samantha smiled, like she enjoyed the idea, and Vanessa felt compelled to smile with her.

"That I can live with," the blonde said. "I think."

"Don't think. Feel."

"Feels lovely… but is it that simple?"

"It is today," Samantha answered. She planted her hand by Vanessa's far side and leaned in over the voluptuous blonde. There was a second or two of pause as their noses almost touched and their eyes held – Vanessa wanting but uncertain, Samantha a little unsure of herself, now, but just as wanting.

Their lips pressed softly together. With Samantha in the lead, she kissed more firmly. Her lips parted and she licked over the velvet softness of Vanessa's mouth.

Vanessa's head shifted and tilted and her mouth lifted against Samantha's. The easy joining grew increasingly intimate as her lips parted and Samantha's tongue flirted inward.

Samantha's body relaxed, causing her tit points to lower and touch Vanessa's domed tits. Tremors of enjoyment coursed the bodies of both women as the kiss played on. It was new and exciting and intoxicating and both wanted more.

Any doubts Samantha had about Vanessa allowing it to go on were erased when the lush blonde flicked her tongue up into Samantha's mouth. Their probes met and flirted, then settled together, coiling and writhing in a sensuous kiss.

Prolonging the smooch, Samantha slid her hand under Vanessa. She twisted her hips and lifted both legs onto the chaise, entwining them with Vanessa's shanks as she stretched out on the lounging chair.

Vanessa rolled partway onto her side and bedded her tits with Samantha. She slid an arm about the brunette's waist and the two of them held one another as they soaked in the pleasures of their kiss and their pressing bodies.

"Are you as new at this as I am?" Vanessa said when they finally let each other up for air.

"First time. But I think we're doing okay, huh?"

"Okay? This is wild. Take me all the way. Have your wicked way with me. Use me, abuse me!"

"Slow down," Samantha laughed, "and don't worry, you get just what you have corning to you."

Samantha moved her hand freely over Vanessa's body and ass. She swept her open fingers up and between their torsos and groped into the blonde's sumptuous tits.

"I never knew you could feel so good," she breathed.

"You too," Vanessa answered, squeezing Samantha by the ass-cheek. She writhed, and their entwined legs rubbed together. The mounds of their pussies touched as well, and Vanessa giggled girlishly. "You tickle me."

"I'll tickle you," Samantha said to that, and whisked her hand down the oiled body before her. She reached between Vanessa's thighs with a boldness and sureness that made the blonde wench gasp.

"Ooooh, ooohhh, you naughty thing, you," she gushed as Samantha fit a knowing finger's onto the damp fold of her cunt. Samantha's palm pressed into the soft-haired mound and Vanessa felt need and want unfurl all through her loins. Vanessa squirmed sensuously.

"I'm naughty, and you're just as bad," Samantha replied. "You like this, don't you, you hot fox. You like the way I grope your private pussy, don't you?"

"Yes," Vanessa answered, grudgingly, then, flauntingly, "yes, damnit, yes."

Vanessa felt her own hand moving down the front of Samantha's body as if it had a mind of its own. Making sure the control was hers, she reached past the brunette's tummy and fit her hand onto the waiting cunt. The heat of it surprised her.

"Oh baby, you're wet," Samantha enthused. "Is that cum or are you just glad to see me?"

"Both," Vanessa answered, and then she felt slick moisture on the brunette's outer pussy-lips. What a perverse thrill to spread it all over with a finger, rubbing it into the ridges and folds of swelling cunt. What a thrill to lie there and have it done to her.

"I never knew pussy could be so sexy," Samantha remarked. "Now I know why men are so hot for it all the time."

"Present husbands excepted."

"Damn, don't remind me."

Determined not to think about the stale state of either marriage, particularly her own, Samantha drew her finger up the line of Vanessa's drooling fuck-hole. She drew the extended finger up to her mouth. She flicked against it with her tongue and she took a taste.

"Mmmmm, now I know why they want to lick our pussies."

Samantha seemed to be enjoying her discovery so much that Vanessa was compelled to try it herself. Rubbing her finger on the opening of Samantha's cunt, Vanessa came away with a sample of her best, friend's cunt-juices and she took an eager taste.

"Rich," she remarked. "Heady. Like wine. The wine of fucking."

"More," Samantha said, reaching back down between the blonde woman's splayed shanks. This time it was not enough to skim a little juice off the top. This time she reached into Vanessa's lining with her finger and came away with a coating of hot cunt-sap.

Holding her gaze on Vanessa's, glintingly inviting her to share in her wickedness, Samantha lifted her finger to her mouth and licked up one side of it. Then she took the whole finger inside and sucked it clean.

Vanessa wasn't about to be out-done. Hardly batting an eye, she reached down and soon Samantha's juicy fuck-hole with a finger. She swirled it in, stroked a few times for fun, then withdrew and brought the greased digit to her lips. Holding Samantha's wicked gaze, Vanessa licked at her pussied finger.