Tim Peterson: Two wives want it

To add to the thrills, Samantha lifted her thumb onto Vanessa's clit and flicked it back and forth on the stiff spike. Vanessa trembled hotly and immediately reciprocated, giving Samantha's clit a good going over. Their lips met, and they shared a soulful kiss.

Vanessa began running her finger in and out of the tight sheath of Samantha's shit-chute. Samantha joined in that kinky fun with her usual enthusiasm, and the two of them happily diddled each other in the ass for long moments.

"Is this ever gonna make me come," Vanessa enthused in a throaty voice. "This is the wildest thing I've ever been through."

"Plenty more where this came from," Samantha assured. Gliding her finger in and out of Vanessa's ass, she twisted her wrist this way and that, cork-screwing the blonde woman to new heights of arousal.

Over the next week or so, Samantha and Vanessa got together two more times. On neither occasion were bathing suits, or underwear for that matter, even taken out of their drawers. Things like that only got in the way.

They were like kids with a new toy, Samantha and Vanessa. The prospect of hot sex made both feel light-headed and giddy, and during romps through Samantha's living room and Vanessa's bedroom there was plenty of gleeful giggling all around.

But even with it as much fun as it was, Samantha grew increasingly interested in pursuing new adventures. Sucking and fucking with Vanessa was just a taste of the pleasures that were out there for the taking, as far as she was concerned.

More and more her thoughts became focused on that waiter she had mentioned to Vanessa. On her next visit to the shop where he worked, she found out his name was Calvin. On the visit after that she was given his phone number.

There wasn't a lot of internal debate before she decided to call up the young stud. As far as breaking her marriage vows went, well, she had already committed that sin with Vanessa. Besides, she was entitled to have some fun. And Calvin was so, so cute.

They arranged to meet at a quiet, out-of-the-way bar one week-day afternoon. Early, affording them plenty of time to get acquainted and then to pursue something more intimate if they so desired.

As soon as she slid her sexy ass into the booth, Samantha had pretty much made up her mind that she was going to fuck Calvin. Getting an eyeful of his sandy-haired good looks, the way he looked at her with those fond blue eyes, the firm muscles rolling under the snug jersey, where had he been all her life?

Grade school, obviously, Samantha thought almost ruefully. He was young enough to be her son. But then, his youth was part of the attraction. He was fresh, like new, and enthusiastic, and her mouth watered for the sweet jizz bubbling in his young balls.

"I'm thrilled you decided to see me," he said openly.

"I couldn't resist. I guess I'm getting a thing for cute younger guys."

He smiled, blushing a little, but he held her gaze. He wasn't a complete innocent, wouldn't easily be overwhelmed by her. Samantha was grateful for that. It might be fun to wean a virgin to the pleasures of the flesh, but not just yet. She still had to get a little more used to being an unfaithful wife.

They talked a while, and she found out more about him. He was a college kid after all, as she'd suspected. A couple years older than her son, though. A small blessing.

"Live around here?" she asked.

"Close by."

"Why don't you show me?" she suggested. "Or don't you go for bold women?"

He grinned. "A babe like you can write her own ticket as far as I'm concerned."

"My kind of man," she answered, beginning to really to enjoy herself. It was good to be with a really sexy male, knowing that a fuck was just a short way off.

They walked to his place. It was a modest three-room apartment, neater than she expected. Through a door she saw a wide window in the bedroom. It was curtained, letting in a soft but bright light of day. There was something terrifically intimate-looking about it, and inviting.

Calvin eased in beside Samantha, slipping a strong arm about her waist. Nuzzling her ear, he said, "Penny for your thoughts."

"Save your money. You could guess on the first try."

"I like your style," he murmured then. "I like a lot about you."

Samantha relaxed against him. She felt shivers in the lining of her pussy. She wanted to fail onto her back and be taken by him. She turned her head, their mouths met and joined, and a tremble of greater want lifted out of her cunt into her body.

"I want to lick you," Calvin breathed between smooches. "I want to touch you, all over. I want you to come, and come, and come! Or don't you go for bold guys?"

He head lolled back and she laughed softly, throatily. "You write the first ticket."

Brushing his lips over her cheek back to her ear, Calvin casually undid the buttons of Samantha's simple dress. She half-turned toward him and fit a hand onto his crotch, found the outline of his growing cock and rubbed through his slacks, encouraging him not to hold back.

Calvin drew open Samantha's dress and peeled it from her sumptuous body. Easing around behind her, he unfastened the lacy, overstuffed bra. Standing closer, he reached around and under the cupping fabric and cradled her jutting tits in his warm hands.

"I could go crazy for a body like yours," he murmured, "If I haven't already."

He squeezed into the pliant meat of her tits and she drew a deep, steadying breath. She was getting a little crazy herself. He was sexy, and showed some skills, too.

Calvin slipped her bra off and returned his hands to her out-flung tits. He pinched and plucked at her nipples, rolling the pulpy spikes between thumbs and forefingers, drawing them to hardness.

Abruptly his hands dropped. He placed one on the slight round of her tummy and unabashedly slid the other under the band of her modest panties. He cupped the softness of her pussy with his fingers. He drew her body back against his, the shape of his cock entering the deep cleft of her womanly ass.

"You're wet," he murmured.

"Surprised?"

"Maybe a little. You're a passionate one, aren't you?"

"I've been saving up," Samantha answered. She let her head tilt back to rest on his shoulder. She felt dreamy. It was good to be with him.

"You'll make it easy for me, but I'll love it just as much." And with that his knees bent and he began to slowly kiss his way down Samantha's back.

His hands drifted off to her hips and he held her there. Samantha was thankful for the support. Her own knees had gone weak, and the way her inner pussy was thrumming it would get worse before it got better.

Squatting behind her, Calvin hooked fingers in her panties and pulled them from the jutting cheeks of her haughty ass. She felt his breath on her bare ass, then kisses from his lips, then increasingly bold licks from his tongue.

Samantha hugged herself and steadied her legs. Her cunt was dripping already.

Feeling ever more daring, Samantha bent forward slightly at the hips. With a barely noticeable sway, she pressed back against Calvin's face. He licked into her widened asscrack and a bolt of erotic energy went through her.

"You are bold," she enthused. "I'm going a little crazy myself."

Further excitement lanced Samantha as Calvin whisked the panties down her long, shapely legs. Leaving them about her ankles, he swept his hands back up onto her prize ass. He took fist fulls of her bulging cheeks and pulled them apart. He extended his tongue to the upper reaches of her crack and flicked down into it inch by inch.

"You're bold, and you're bad too," Samantha gurgled excitedly. "That's quite a technique."

She bent farther over, not sure how far he would go but curious to find out. When his busy tongue fluttered uninhibitedly over her asshole she gasped giddily. Then his tongue continued on, and she realized he was just giving her a sample of what she might expect from him in the future. Teasing her a little too. He wasn't going to rush into anything too out of the ordinary just yet.