Steve Forest

The wolf wives

CHAPTER ONE

Linda Wells lay on her back naked, her slim white legs spread far apart, her eyes closed, and her lips in a pouting smile of contentment. The waterbed moved slowly and tantalizingly, making her naked body undulate in a super-erotic way. Her husband Henry, also naked, sat at the edge of the bed and looked at his wife's beautiful body.

Although Linda was twenty-nine years old, she could easily have passed for twenty-three. Her smooth white skin was soft and creamy and without blemish. Her blonde hair was cut short, in a pixie-style haircut which made her face look even younger. Her features were small, like the rest of her. Her full fleshy red lips were a perpetual pout, which always seemed to become more pronounced when she was sexually aroused; and now she was very aroused. It always turned her on to have Henry look at her, and, even though her pretty blue eyes were closed, she was aware of his gaze devouring her every curve.

Then she felt the tips of his fingers trailing gently over the soft skin of her abdomen. She felt his fingertips moving in gently expanding circles as he moved them closer and closer to her big round tits. Although Linda was only five feet tall, and petite enough to wear little girls' clothes, her tits were big and round and so firm that when she stood, they jutted straight out from her chest. Now, as she lay on her back on the waterbed, her big boobs pointed straight up in the air. Her nipples were hard and erect. They were the size and color of fresh strawberries, and she felt them stiffening still more as Henry leaned forward and breathed his warm breath gently across the trembling buds.

By now his hands had moved higher up on her chest, and she could feel him stroking the curving flesh of the bottoms of her tits. Then suddenly he cupped one tit and held it up to his mouth. With gentle firmness he took one ripe red nipple between his teeth and drew the pointy tip of his tongue across its swollen tip. Linda took a long, deep, sobbing breath as her husband began to suck gently on her nipple, his hands continuing to stroke her tits, first one, then the other.

She opened her eyes and looked at her husband. Although Henry was eight years older than his wife, he had the sexual stamina of an adolescent. They had been married for six years, and in that time she had never once outlasted him sexually. He seemed to be able to fuck incessantly, sometimes all night long – and part of the next day. As soon as his big cock finished pumping a hot load into her pussy, or her mouth, it seemed to harden again immediately. In fact, Linda thought that she had never seen Henry's cock when it wasn't at least partially erect.

As he sucked on her big-nippled tits, she reached down and wrapped her fingers lovingly around his cock. It was hard and throbbing, and the feel of it excited Linda even more. She began slowly to massage the satiny skin of the underside of his prick with a gentle motion of her fingertips. Henry's thin muscular body began to move in rhythm to her strokes.

Henry Wells was tall and thin, his entire body covered with a thick growth of black hair. Only on his head was the hair a different color. There, streaks of silvery gray had begun to show themselves, making him look distinguished and handsome without adding years to his appearance. His thin mustache had also begun to silver, but this, too, gave him a look of distinction.

Henry had always said that it was the streak of gray that got him his promotion to full professor two years ago. He had always felt that a university professor ought to have a little gray. Henry and Linda both taught at Monte Bello University, just outside of San Diego. When Henry had been promoted to full professor, they had bought their house in La Jolla. Although they had no children, they had bought a three-bedroom house. The room in which they were now, was set aside as a pleasure dome. Henry had outfitted it with a waterbed, colored lights, and stereo, and almost nothing else. When they decorated the room, he said that it was the culmination of a dream, to have a room in the house to be used for nothing but fucking.

Now Henry's face was buried between his wife's fabulous tits. He turned his face slowly from side to side, tickling the soft skin of her round white boobies with his short, prickly mustache. Linda began to giggle, as she always did when he tickled her tits that way. She tightened her grip on his prick, and began to pull it up and down, feeling it grow even harder and more erect.

Moving slowly, so as not to make waves in the waterbed, Henry turned so that his face was poised just above the downy blonde jungle of hair that covered his wife's softly raised pubic mound. He breathed softly, ruffling the curling strands of wiry pubic hair. He heard his wife draw her breath in sharply. Now Henry had raised up onto his hands and knees, and he moved so that he straddled his wife's face, one knee at either side of her head. His wrinkled scrotum hung straight down from his hairy crotch, and Linda could feel its softly furred skin brushing against her pouting lips as the heavy sac of nuts swayed to and fro with the motion of the waterbed.