Tim Peterson

Two wives want it

AB-5560

FOREWORD

CHAPTER ONE

Samantha Rainey whipped open her house dress and held it open for Vanessa Francis to see her new string bikini. It was yellow, consisting of triangular patches that were close to being overwhelmed by Samantha's hefty tits, and she had to have a dainty cunt indeed to keep it hidden behind what passed for panties.

Vanessa's jaw dropped and her eyes widened, and she fairly gasped, "Samantha, you shameless thing."

Samantha smiled brightly. "Impressed, huh?"

The two women were in Vanessa's living room. She had invited Samantha over for some sun, some wine and some conversation. It was something they had done before – leave it to Samantha to lift it out of the ordinary.

Vanessa watched as Samantha shrugged the dress from her square shoulders and posed to offer a rear and side view. Mother of two teenagers be damned, she was one fine-looking woman. She could have passed for a lush, ripe thirty, if not better.

Her wavy chestnut hair was pulled back and hanging in a bouncy pony-tail, showing a delicate, delectable neck. Shoulders back, her big-busted front was still out and up there, always causing heads to turn as she went by. There was a slight swell of tummy, but nothing that needed sucking in. Waist slender, hips voluptuously rounded, high ass jutting sassily out, she was something, all right.

"Absolutely shameless," Vanessa went on. "You wouldn't dare show up at the club in that. My God, your ass is already showing, and your tits will fall out as soon as you move."

Vanessa was blonde, roughly Samantha's age and shape. In a robe she was seated on a plush couch before the brunette. The two women were best friends, had been for years. Sometimes it seemed they were closer to each other than they were to their husbands.

Samantha wiggled her upper body to show that her tits were securely held in place by the skimpy covering. One slipped and a thick nipple peeked out. Samantha said, "Oops," in surprise and tucked the coned tit back into place, both women sharing a laugh.

"May I ask what possessed you to buy that?" Vanessa said then.

"I thought I'd try it out on Harry," Samantha answered. "Sec if I can't get his mind off business for a change. For a while, at least."

Vanessa arched an eyebrow. "Maybe you should have brought me one, too. My Leonard has been showing some strange priorities lately."

"I did," Samantha informed.

"What?"

"I bought you one. My treat." Samantha turned to the large purse she had dropped in an easy chair, opened it and took out a small, rectangular box. She presented it to Vanessa.

The blonde woman regarded it skeptically for a moment before tentatively taking it. She opened it on her lap and took out a bikini top that matched Samantha's in size and shape. The color was blue.

"Do you honestly expect me to put this on?"

Vanessa murmured.

"Oh go ahead," Samantha encouraged. "It'll be a kick. I promise."

"What's gotten into you?" Vanessa wondered aloud, looking up at the statuesque woman before her.

"Second adolescence." Samantha answered. In high-heeled sandals she squatted before her blond friend and reached out to loosen Vanessa's robe. "Come on. We've been suburban matrons for much too long. Time to let down our hair, go a little nuts." She pushed the robe from Vanessa's shoulders.

Samantha's mood was infectious, and Vanessa found herself nodding and getting out of the robe. Samantha stood, and Vanessa stood with her and peeled the one-piece suit she had on to her waist. She turned her back and Samantha helped tie on the new halter-style top.

Like her friend, Vanessa was in fine shape. They worked out together, and maybe luck had a little to do with it too. Her tit-cones were sprightly and smooth-skinned, swelling out to both sides of the half-covering fabric.

Vanessa pushed her one-piece down and off and tied one of the hip strands as Samantha did the other, and she was bikini clad. Almost shyly she turned back to Samantha.

Samantha shook her head. "Stunning. I'm almost hot far you myself."

Vanessa took the joke for what it was and said, "This outfit is gonna get me arrested, I just know it."

"I know how you feel. Fun, isn't it?"

Vanessa had to smile in agreement. It was a kick, getting a little indecent in the middle of a summer afternoon. And Samantha always was fun to be around. Now even more so, apparently. Something really had come over the brunette.

They collected sun-tan lotion, sun-glasses, and started outside. Vanessa couldn't shake her shyness, until Samantha took her by the hand and led her on.

The house was on the side of a hill. Down past the pool was a stand of trees, and a high fence all around offered further privacy. Two lounging chairs waited side by side over-looking the pool.

Each taking a chaise, the females did their legs, then leaned back to spread lotion over the rest of their bodies.

"These suits leave a lot for you to cover, don't they," Samantha remarked. "You'll have us lying out here buck naked next," Vanessa said to that.

"What a pleasant thought."

"Second adolescence my ass," Vanessa said. "What has gotten into you?"

Samantha sighed. She looked down as she idly fingered lotion over the inner swells of her tits. "I guess I finally got tired of being bored all the time. I made up my mind to start having some fun."

"You've been bored?" Vanessa asked, not sounding too surprised.

"Shit yes. With the kids gone, Harry always at work… aren't you bored? You're in the same boat as me, after all."

"Yeah," Vanessa confessed. "I have had a lot of time on my hands, with no kids to look after."

"Besides," Samantha went on, "aren't we entitled to a bit of fun after all these years of mothering and wifeing?"

"Is this how we're gonna do it? Lying nearly naked by the pool?"

"It's a start."

"What else do you have in mind?"

Samantha continued idling her fingertips over the smooth and sensitive flesh of her tit-meat. A languorous smile played across her sensuous mouth. "I don't dare tell you."

"Tell me," Vanessa insisted, letting her head lie back.

Samantha drew a breath. "Lately…" she began, now showing a shy streak of her own.

"Yes?" Vanessa prodded, sensing something wicked about to surface.

"I've been having these fantasies about… young men, with long… hard… cocks."

Vanessa offered no response. The words had sparked images in her mind, and she found them captivating. It surprised her a little, really. She wasn't sure when she had last fantasized. She'd always thought of herself as such a proper wife and mother. Terribly old-fashioned, in some ways.

"I do things with them that I couldn't do with Harry," Samantha continued. "And they do things to me that he'd probably not even thought of."

"Like what?" Vanessa found herself adding.

"Oh, like… it… in the ass… sometimes both at the same time."

"God," Vanessa said, amazed by what she was hearing, that her best friend could be so boldly sensuous under the surface without her ever having noticed it before. Vanessa's eyes lowered to Samantha's hand and watched it as the fingers traced patterns over the brunette's tit-curves and upper chest. Then the hand drifted down and pressed itself flat on Samantha's tummy, and slid slowly downward toward the triangular patch of the low-slung bikini bottom.

The naughty outfits, Samantha's infectious sense of fun and frank talk, the day-after-day boredom of late, were all working on Vanessa, changing her attitudes and her thinking. On any other day she would have looked away from Samantha's hand, but today she found herself staring in fascination.

"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."