by Lexi Hunt
“Fuck Jim,” Al McIntosh said, “If she wasn’t wearing the bra we could see her tits just like she wasn’t wearing anything at all…are you crazy?”
“Crazy proud of my woman Al,” James said. “You guys all hide your women away like you’re scared of losing them. I would prefer Meredith knew how proud of the way she’s taken care of herself makes me. Hell, if I had my way, she wouldn’t wear anything at all…but I don’t know if she’d go for that.”
There were loud guffaws around the table, none of the men believed a word of it. Meredith did. Blushing down to the tips of her toes, she fled down the hallway to her bedroom. James was proud of the way she looked? He wanted men to look at her? She didn’t know whether to be pleased or offended.
Meredith stared into the mirror, pleased at her slender shape and her proud breasts. She had great skin and long sexy legs, and she did look fantastic for a woman in her early thirties. On a whim, she let her hair down from the ponytail she had put it up in earlier and shook out the blonde curls. It hung down nearly to her nipples. In spite of her misgivings, she removed the lacy shirt and took off the bra. When she put the shirt back on, her nipples were almost concealed by her cascading hair.
Defiantly, she headed back up the hall, her head high and her hardening nipples leading the way. If James wanted to show her off, she would do what she could to please him. Entering the dining room, she leaned against the door in what she assumed was a sexy pose and shook her hair. “Anybody ready for another beer?” she asked in a husky voice.
Al was the first to notice, and when he saw her bare breasts under the blouse he bit his cigar in half. It took him a moment before he realized that the burning end was resting in his lap. Terry’s jaw dropped to somewhere around his knees, but James smiled from ear to ear. “You look good enough to eat baby!” he said.
Meredith walked over and bent to kiss him, the blouse falling away and exposing her breasts to most of the men. “You can eat me anytime you want sweetie,” she said. James was grinning widely as he patted her ass.
“I’ll take that beer baby,” he said.
“I want one too,” Al croaked, his throat suddenly very dry. Terry caught her eye, and he couldn’t even speak, he simply nodded his head. Feeling very full of herself, Meredith swayed into the kitchen to get the beers.
“Jesus Christ,” she heard. “Holy Shit.” James said nothing, he simply grinned.
When his friends had left, Meredith wrapped her arms around James and kissed him greedily. “I like it when you want to show me off to your friends,” she said. She had no idea she had just uncovered James’s secret temptation.
“Get to the bed woman,” James said teasingly.
“Uh-uh,” Meredith said softly, “I want my man right here, right now…” She slid to her knees. She had never been fond of oral sex, though she knew James loved it. Tonight she was determined that James was going to be as happy as she was.
Meredith unfastened his jeans and slid them down to his ankles, and then slid his boxers down the same way. Tentatively she lifted his heavy cock and took the tip into her mouth. He had always tried to push it into her mouth more, but she had always sort of half heartedly let him thrust in and out between her teeth and then turned her head when he came. Tonight there was no guilt, no shame at what she was doing. Tonight she wanted him as far into her mouth as she could take him…tonight for the first time she was going to let him finish where he wanted to. She had no idea if she’d ever be able to do it again, but tonight was special. When James began to cum, she was going to swallow.
“Jesus baby that feels good,” James whispered. “Oh…oh my god.”
Meredith’s nipples hardened as she heard the unusual sounds of his pleasure, and she redoubled her efforts to make the cum spurt out of the tip of his cock…she knew he always came a lot.
She pulled her mouth off him long enough to encourage him, her words setting up a tremor in his muscular belly. “I want you to cum in my mouth tonight lover, I know you’ve always wanted to.” There was a light in her eyes as she gazed up at him with wide eyes and opened her lips. “Cum inside my mouth James.”
He did, copiously. The thick scalding fluid filled her mouth and she gulped as she swallowed the length of him in her warm wet mouth. She felt his hands pull her hair as he thrust into her mouth, and the cries and moans of ecstasy that came from his throat were sexual music to her ears…so much so that she crested herself, amazed that she could cum without touching herself. She swallowed greedily, her fear and distaste for the act gone forever. She even licked up the cum that had spilled down his thighs.
When she finally led him back to the bedroom, she stripped off the hotpants and lay back on the mattress, feeling his hardness penetrated deep into her belly as she welcomed him with her toes pointed towards the ceiling. Meredith lost track of her orgasms after the first few minutes.
When they were both spent and had collapsed in each other’s arms, James said, “You heard me say I loved to show you off, didn’t you?”
“Mmmhmm,” she sighed, snuggling her face into the hollow of her neck. He was more than half soft, but she could still feel him inside her.
“Jesus,” he said, “wonder what you would have done if I had told you I’d like to watch you suck Terry’s cock?” Meredith came, the lips of her pussy squeezing down almost painfully around his flaccid cock.
The next Saturday started out rainy and dreary, but James still gave her an outfit that he laid out on the bed for her when she was working in the kitchen. Her eyes lit up as she took in the outfit, wondering if she’d have the nerve to wear it. One glance told her that she’d have to make special preparations if she was going to dare to wear it in front of the men. She smiled to herself, wondering how she would look with all that hair shaved off.
There were a couple of calls before eight o’clock, and two knocks at the door before Meredith worked up the nerve to come out. She called out from the kitchen before she looked in the living room to see who needed a beer, but James answered that he only needed two. Boldly she stepped into the living room, prepared to dazzle the boys in the skimpiest outfit she’d ever even seen. There were only two men present, James and Terry. “Everybody else called and said it was too nasty out, and Al decided not to stay because there weren’t enough people to play,” James said laconically.
Terry took the beer from her as he simply stared in sheer disbelief at what Meredith was wearing. She caught the gleam in James’s eye and walked over in front of Terry. “How do you like it Terry?” She twirled as if she were a model on a stage.
Terry had never seen a microbikini before, it was really just a collection of spaghetti straps and small patches no larger than a man’s thumb covering strategic spots. For all intents and purposes, Meredith was naked. James stood up and walked over to the stereo, turning it on to a late night channel. The music was loud and sleazy, just like in a bar or a strip joint.
“Why don’t you dance for us baby?” James teased.
The mood was definitely on her, and the music was the way she liked it, loud and rowdy. Her hips flashed and her arms went above her head…in seconds, Meredith was in a fantasy world all her own. When the disc jockey put an old Poison album, Open Up and Say Ah, she was taken back few years and got positively nasty. She twirled and turned, working up a slick sheen of sweat, and began to tease the two men by getting as close to them as she could without touching them.
She watched James out of the corner of her eye as she bent over Terry’s head, the tiny fabric covering of her nipple actually inside of his mouth. Her husband was grinning like a kid at Christmas.
She turned to James and executed the same move, but this time her finger caught at the narrow string, exposing her nipple, allowing his lips to close down over her rigid nipple and causing her to gasp at the thrill of the contact. Meredith twirled again and pulled Terry’s chair out from the table. When the second song on the album started, she straddled Terry’s lap and shook her hard belly in front of hi
s eyes. As he stared at her wide eyed, she lifted the straps from her shoulders, completely baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.
Terry was now oblivious to the fact that Meredith’s husband was watching her dance, all but naked, in his lap. She reached out and grabbed his head, pressing her nipple into his open mouth, and using her hands, she closed his mouth on her breast. Shivering at the first sexual contact with anyone but James in twelve years, she glanced back at her husband. James had put his hand on his crotch and was massaging himself as Meredith let his best friend suck her tit.
Meredith felt herself going completely crazy, and she lowered her crotch until the bare pussy lips sticking out on either side of the tiny patch of cloth at her newly shaven pussy were rubbing against the huge bulge in his jeans. She wanted to cum, but she was determined to put on the show that she now knew for certain that James wanted to see.
Slipping completely out of the microkini, she slithered on Terry’s body, opening his shirt and licking his chest. He was really well built, and Meredith found herself truly enjoying the literal seduction of James’s best friend. She nipped at his nipples with her white teeth, and pulled his hands to her breasts, molding them to her and pressing her own nipples hard into his palms.
Pushing her ass high in the air so that James had a perfect view of her glistening pussy, she bent and used her teeth to unfasten Terry’s belt, pants, and zipper. Terry seemed to suddenly realize that he was sitting right next to James and he made a move to cover up his suddenly upright and exposed cock, but Meredith was too far gone into the music. When the opening strains of ‘Fallen Angel’ played on the stereo, Meredith took the head of his cock into her soft mouth and began to suck. It was no longer a show for James or a tease for his best friend…Meredith was making love to a fantasy cock. It no longer mattered who or to what it was attached to, it was the object of her affection and she lavished it with such attention that Terry was soon spilling his seed over her frantically moving tongue. Meredith swallowed.
She seemed to come back to her senses a little when ‘Every Rose Has its Thorn’ came on, she moved to James’s lap, beginning a slow grind for him alone. It was so slow and so moving that Terry put his clothes back together and slunk from the room. Meredith and James paid no attention to him. She still had a few gobbets of Terry’s cum on her cheek, the load in her mouth long since swallowed, but James didn’t seem to notice.
The music was a slow rock ballad, and Meredith’s movements timed to it perfectly as she ground on James cock. Slowly she reached down and freed him, thrusting him deep inside her dripping pussy, and as the closing bars of the song dragged out, she came around her husband’s swollen cock. She felt him shoot inside her after her own climax was over, and she simply sat there, loving her man as his scalding semen splattered the inside of her womb. They had never been so much in love.
UNTAMED HUNGER
SYNOPSIS:
Hal had no idea that his wife had a wild fantasy involving himself and the babysitter, much less a desire to participate in the revelry herself. When the opportunity presents itself, he welcomes the chance to see the untamed hunger in his beautiful wife…
Brenda watched with a mixture of fascination and raw lust as Hal reacted to the brazen flirting of their scantily clad babysitter. The girl was wearing high cut athletic shorts that exposed her long tanned legs up so high that Brenda could clearly see that the girl shaved her pussy. The middie tee shirt was cut off so high that the beginning swell of her breasts was evident even from where Brenda was standing. The girl’s hair, a brilliant gold, cascaded in a wavy cloud around her shoulders and down to her pert tits. Brenda didn’t know if she was pissed because the little hussy was coming on to her husband or because the girl wasn’t flirting with her.
Hattie was a jogger, and Hal had gone down to the sidewalk and flagged her down to ask if she was free to babysit tonight. The girl was jogging in place, and her unfettered breasts were bouncing enticingly as she nodded happily and accepted the job. Hal stood and watched her as she went on about her afternoon run, and Brenda could see his erection plainly pressing against his own shorts when he turned around to come back to the house.
Brenda stood in the doorway, her breasts heaving and her hand inside her panties as Hal came closer, his eyes wide as she masturbated in the open doorway. Slipping inside the door and closing it, he turned to his wife. His hands molded her breasts and squeezed, and Brenda moaned aloud. “Made you horny, did she?” he asked, amused.
“I want to see her mouth on your cock!” Brenda hissed as she sank to her knees, lifting her own tee shirt over her head. She reached for the front of his shorts. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell yes I’d like that,” Hal answered in a husky voice.
Brenda freed his cock and curled her tongue around the tip of the quivering rod. Her tongue left silvery tracks of saliva behind. “I want to see you fuck her mouth baby, stick that cock in her throat and cum in her mouth,” Brenda moaned.
“Oh god, that would be so hot,” he whispered.
Brenda took him deep in her throat, her head twisting as she literally screwed his penis deeper into her sucking mouth. She pulled his length all the way out. “Would you fuck that pretty little ass while I watched you baby?”
“Jesus!” Hal moaned.
“I’d eat her little pussy while you fucked her ass baby,” Brenda whispered, her own wet forefinger slipping towards Hal’s ass. “Then, when you were ready to cum,” she said, “you could just pull out and cum in my mouth.” Hal’s cock began to spurt into Brenda’s hair, but she quickly moved her mouth over the spurting tip and caught as much of his scalding cum as she could. Hal watched as she coated the end of his cock with his own cum, and then licked him clean.
Hal leaned down and lifted his wife to her feet. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked her with a grin. Brenda kept her hand wrapped around his cock and thrust her breasts against his chest.
“That little bitch drives me wild when she throws herself at you like that,” Brenda hissed as she ground her pussy against the top of his thigh. “She shows you that tight body and you get a hardon…and it makes me wild baby,” she snarled into his ear. “It makes me want to do things…new things,” she shuddered and whispered into his ear, “nasty things!”
Hal was already hard again. “What kind of nasty things?” he asked her.
“Take me in the bedroom and stick your cock in my ass and I’ll tell you,” Brenda said. She walked away, leaving her clothes on the floor in the foyer. Hal reached down and grabbed them all, taking them with him as he stumbled to the bedroom. He wasn’t certain he had ever seen his wife in such a mood.
He tossed the clothes on the floor in their bedroom and all but ran to the drawer to get the lube he kept there for the rare occasions she let him try to take her anally…they had never had much success, though they both wanted it. Brenda was lying on her back with her legs spread wide, her pussy already filled with her favorite eight inch toy. She was fucking herself frantically with the lifelike latex cock.
“Good,” she gasped, “oh baby this feels so good, but I need you in my ass…now!” Hal squirted a glob of the lube into his hand and rubbed it on the head of his cock. She wouldn’t roll over, she just beckoned him between her legs, never taking the dildo from her pussy. The soles of her feet flat on the sheets, she spoke in the firm tones of command. “Stick it in my ass baby, and don’t be slow about it, I want it all the way in on the first stroke.” Her voice was low and gravelly, almost scary.
Hal stared at his wife…this was so uncharacteristic of Brenda that he was more than a little unnerved by her behavior. “Fuck me in the ass!” she screamed.
With no further hesitation Hal did as he was told, thrusting deeply into her anus and seating his cock deep inside her. Brenda’s guttural scream was primal, bringing an animal lust to Hal that he was unfamiliar with. He could tell that his thrust was painful, but Brenda seemed to revel in it and she cried out for more. After one
or two strokes he felt her loosen up and she began to meet his thrusts, her eyes wide and wild, and the dildo pounding in and out of her pussy with equal force.
“Fuck me harder!” Brenda screamed. She was thrashing on the bed in a frenzy, her hips jerking up to meet his every thrust. Hal had no idea what was going on, but he wanted desperately to figure it out so he could do it again…this was incredible. Brenda was cumming and she told him so in terms he had never heard her use before, and her nails raked his back as she abandoned her toy and hammered the small of his back with her tiny heels. Hal erupted deep inside her, the tip of his glans planted firmly against the convex surface of her cervix. Brenda screamed and came a final time before subsiding beneath him.
“Holy fuck!” Hal gasped as he collapsed atop his exhausted wife. Brenda wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung to him as if she was drowning. They lay quietly for twenty minutes or more before Hal tried to move. Brenda stubbornly clung to him, refusing to let him take his half flaccid penis out of her pussy. He let his full weight rest on her and she seemed to welcome it.
Brenda had no idea how long she had been asleep, but when she awakened, Hal was still lying on top of her. She snuggled her face up to Hal’s ear and began to whisper into it, nibbling at his earlobe until he was awake and listening to her.