Tim Peterson: Two wives want it

Samantha felt the warm gusts of her lady friend's breath on her crotch and she spread wider. She wanted Vanessa to have everything at her mercy. Everything. She cupped her sore tits in her hands and squeezed consolingly, waiting for the real fun to begin.

Samantha's body quaked as Vanessa's uninhibited lips nuzzled the swollen flesh of her cunt. Vanessa kissed down along the moist folds and then back up. She brought her tongue into play, letting it flick and flutter this way and that, anywhere it pleased, blanketing Samantha's cunt with soft touches.

Vanessa lifted her hands to the backs of Samantha's thighs and pushed. The legs went back and the pussy became even more splayed before her eyes. The center cut was open and inner pink was showing through. Vanessa didn't wait to send her flicking tongue into the intimate, juicy crack.

"Oooohh, aaggghhh, yeah baby, that's the way!" Samantha enthused, on the brink of breathlessness. "Ohhhh, you're good. You're good like I can't believe! Go ahead and take me!"

Vanessa let her hands slide down Samantha's thighs, bringing fingertips to the folds of percolating cunt. She pulled the female privates open, revealing inner fuck-slit, pulsating hot pink pussy-flesh, and the stiff spike of the aroused clit. She blew cool air onto it.

"Now you've found my hot spot." Samantha grinned. "Now I'm really at your mercy."

Vanessa moved closer, and the closer she got the hotter her breath was. She was steaming Samantha's clit, then burning it as she came right up close. As Samantha was about to cry out, Vanessa stopped blowing and took the hot clit into the velvet comfort of her surrounding lips.

"Oh wild," Samantha said laughingly. "Oh, are you gonna make me come! I just know it now!"

Holding the chit between her lips, Vanessa pushed softly at the cap with her tongue tip. The coral-pink spike pulsed with horniness.

Gentleness was the key now. And patience. Lifting a woman to a high level and holding her there, making her wait, was the only way to go. Riding along on a magic carpet of rapture and anticipation was heaven on earth.

So Vanessa didn't concentrate on Samantha's clit zone with her wily stimulation. She moved her tongue down onto the folds of outer cunt, into the stretched opening, into the fuck-hole itself. She wiggled and stabbed, stroked and teased. She kissed, and sucked.

Time passed, unnoticed, as the pleasure of giving and taking went on and on. She was claiming more and more of Samantha, digging deeper and deeper into her. Trembles relied continuously up and down her thighs, through her ass. Her body jerked and twisted, gasps and shuddery cries bubbling up out of her throat.

"No more," she gasped finally. "No more! Make me come! Make me come now!"

Vanessa made it last until she thought Samantha simply couldn't take any more without coming anyway. Somewhat resignedly she lowered her mouth onto the torrid clit and squeezed, stroking with her tongue.

Samantha had time to take a deep breath and braced herself for the first surge of climax. It hit her like an explosion, followed quickly by another, and another, and she was being pounded without mercy by a terrific climax.

She had to cry out, and that was followed by wails of total pleasure as the thrills of her climaxing core gushed through her craving system. She writhed and bucked with the onslaught of energy, feeling the wind being knocked out of her.

She was left a quivering, whimpering wreck of her former self as the orgasm passed and faded into aftermath. She could not take any more than she just had. No way. Didn't even want to think about it.

Satisfied in her own right, Vanessa pulled herself from her lady-friend's cunt. She climbed back up onto the chaise lounge and stretched out on top of Samantha once again, between the woman's legs this time, pussy-mounds and tummies together, tits bedding snugly. She kissed Samantha with her pussy-wet lips, and felt Samantha lick at the juices.

"I really shot some stuff, huh?" Samantha remarked.

"Loads. Like you'd been saving it up for me."

"I have been saving it up. I'm glad you were the one to get it."

Vanessa gave her a kiss, then said, "My, my, my, if our husbands could see us now, huh?"

"Not much chance of that. They'd have to tear themselves away from their precious balance sheets first."

"I know," Vanessa lamented. "You don't suppose it's just us though, do you? I mean, maybe we just don't do it far them anymore."

Samantha gave an impudent squirm under Vanessa. "Is this a body any man could be bored by?"

Vanessa grinned. "You have a point."

Vanessa shifted off to one side and stretched on her flank. Samantha rolled to face her, and the two females rested together.

Vanessa was pensive. "He hasn't stopped fucking me completely," she said. "I just wish it could be more often. And more."

"I know. But hey, we've got each other. What's the problem?"

"Sneaking around, I guess. It's dishonest."

"You want to tell them?"

"No."

"You want to stop?"

"God no."

"Well, there's our answer."

"I guess," Vanessa allowed.

"All we have to do is be there when they need us. Beyond that, our business is our business."

"Just what is our business? Are we talking about an affair now?"

"We're friends. We do things together – including sucking and fucking. Let's leave it at that."

"Sounds good," Vanessa said, face brightening.

They kissed to make it official. They snuggled closer together, and Vanessa giggled at a discovery.

"God, I can't touch you without getting a hard-on."

"Fresh urges? Like what?" Vanessa smiled shyly. "Come on," Samantha urged.

"You'll think I'm dirty."

"Now you absolutely have to tell me."

"Sometimes when I get horny, when Leonard is fucking me or before, with you, I get this urge, this need… to have a finger… wriggling around… in my ass."

"Mmmmmm, I know just what you mean."

"You do?"

"I've felt it too. It just comes over me sometimes, a really wicked, funky feeling."

"Well," Vanessa said suggestively, "if we can talk about it, we can do it, don't you think?"

Samantha wriggled in response to the open lewdness of it all. "Damn right. Let's do it. Let's finger each other in the ass, like the horny sluts we are."

Face to face, lounging on her side, each woman folded a leg into the air. Samantha took the lead, sliding a hand down across Vanessa's tummy onto her blonde cunt. She inserted a finger into the gooey pussy.

"A little juice to ease things along?" Vanessa guessed, delving her finger into Samantha's cunt.

"I don't have to teach you much."

"But we can learn from each other," Vanessa answered, giving a squeeze with her cunt muscles.

"That's a sexy trick. I wonder how you learned to do that."

"It seemed to come naturally. But I'm sure you could get the hang of it."

"Might help if I had a cock to practice on."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay?"

Samantha nodded, and the two women turned their attention to diddling one another's pussy. This style of penetration was fun too, but it didn't cause either of them to forget the original intention.

Samantha was the first to pursue it directly. Squirming closer to Vanessa, she slipped her wet fingertip down to the small, inward pucker of the blonde's asshole. "Ready?"

Vanessa responded by moving her fingertip to Samantha's hot asshole and saying, "Ready as you are."

Samantha pressed and Vanessa's asshole spread around the penetrating digit. Vanessa followed her lead, keeping it close. Inch by inch, bit by bit, they inserted wet fingers into one another's shit-chute.

They shuddered together, and giggled with naughtiness as the fingers went deep.

"Ohhh this is good!" Vanessa breathed. "Good dirty fun! I'm loving it!"