Six months passed.
Samantha and Vanessa saw Marty and Calvin a number of times, and they met or were introduced to other young male playmates. A couple of female playmates on one occasion as well. All in all it was great fun. A pure holiday of sucking and fucking of all kinds.
Life at home however was a whole other story, which was to say that it was the same old story. At Samantha's house, Harry would get home, unwind with a drink, have dinner, spend some time on work from the office, watch some TV. At most, he would head for bed early three times a week. Those were the times when sex entered their lives.
Leaving the bathroom on one of those nights, with Harry waiting for her in the bedroom, Samantha wondered why she let it go on this way. Fucking was a pleasure, not an obligation or a household chore.
Entering the bedroom, she found Harry naked, half-covered by a sheet. He still had his looks, she would give him that. With his graying hair he might even have become more attractive over the years. It was nice to be naked with him. The trouble was, it could have been so much better.
She switched off the overhead light and left the lamps on. She dropped the robe from her shoulders. Naked underneath, she moved onto the bed, stretching out stomach-down and diagonally across it, facing her husband.
When he looked at her it was direct and with some affection and at moments like this, with a trace of horniness as well. No mad passion, no simple lust, no real fun. It was just so damned comfortable. Familiar. Mundane.
With him propped up on a couple of pillows, Samantha nuzzled his shoulder, down onto his chest, brushed her lips over his nipple, getting things started. She pleased him, satisfied him, she knew that, and that counted for something, at least. She still had some pride in being a good wife.
Harry pushed the sheet down from his hips, revealing his swelling cock. "Know what I'd love, baby?" he murmured.
She made a soft, knowing sound and slid down a little on the bed. She brushed her lips and tongue over his belly and swept her hand up his legs to fondle his hairy balls.
At least he let her do some things. She was grateful for that. And every once in a while, after a good day at the office or some other boost to his system he would go so far as spend some time sucking her.
But where was the fire? Where was the brimming excitement of two lusting people?
Lifting her head, she slid her hand up onto his cock and squeezed massagingly into the rubbery tube. Feeling it swell, she jerked her hand quickly on it, and saw his cock fill with hardness and length. She thought she could probably do it in her sleep.
Maybe that was the root of the problem. Maybe they simply knew each other too well.
There were no more surprises. At least, he didn't seem to have any to offer. Samantha knew that she could show him a thing or two. If only he would show a little interest in seeing them. But if it wasn't something he had already tried he wouldn't go for it. She couldn't teach an old dog new tricks.
He stroked the back of her neck, toyed with her hair. Gradually the weight of his hand became heavier, urging her to go down on his cock.
She toyed with the idea of resisting. Could she get him to force her. It would be a change, all right. Maybe it would start to bring him out of his shell.
But Samantha knew better. Send him deeper into his shell would be more like it. Why make trouble?
"Gonna suck you now," she breathed. "You ready?"
"Mmmmmm," he answered with a squirm. She dipped out her tongue and bathed his cock-head with saliva. She wiped it off with ovaled lips, wet him down again, then sucked on to stay.
It was a nice cock, smooth, strong, durable. It fit nicely into her mouth and throat, her cunt. His cum had a sweet, sexy taste, and it was never too quick to come boiling out of him either. So Samantha enjoyed her husband's cock, enjoyed sucking on it. She could feel its hardness warming her insides, making the inside of her pussy warm and squishy and in the mood for a pronging.
It always wowed Harry when she deep throated him, so she did that now. She only wished he would let her do more. She cared for him, despite everything. Really cared for him.
It would have been a lot simpler if she didn't. She could have left him. No problem.
And, she knew that he cared for her, in his way, so…
Samantha continued mouthing up and down her husband's prick. She undulated her body, feeling sexy and wanting to show it. She felt Harry's eyes on her, like caresses, and his hips began lifting his cock into her mouth and throat.
"You're showing your hand, darling," she teased, pausing to wipe her tongue all over his hard-on.
"Shit, let's do it."
"You mean fuck?" she said playfully, unable to resist the urge to get a tad naughtier than usual.
"Yes, I mean that," he responded impatiently. He began to sit up. "Let's."
She breezed a hand up his body and had him lie back. "No problem. I'll take care of it. You've had a long day."
She had top-ridden him before, though not too often, so this was something of a treat for her. And him. Savoring every passing moment, Samantha moved up astride of her husband and, squatting over his loins, threaded his cock up into the tight, wet, hot sheath of her pussy.
His head lay back, and he looked at her through half-lidded eyes. His gaze was on her tits, her pussy, her body. He seemed shy about looking her in the eye just then, or maybe he was just too horny for it. He loved her body, and that was enough for her then.
Samantha leaned back, placing her hands on his lower thighs for balance and support as she drew back on his cock and took it in time and time again. She curved her body and arched her heavy but spry-looking tits out and apart. His hands slid up her body and closed on them greedily.
Continuing to fuck on leg power, she leaned forward and pushed her tits into his chest. Wrapping both arms about his neck, she kissed him full on the mouth.
"I'm getting a little carried away," she said to him. "Do you mind?"
"Keep fucking," he answered, palming the broad cheeks of her ass.
Feeling daring, she stretched her body and lifted her tits up before his face. She wagged her shoulders, bobbling them temptingly. She leaned in closer and, to her small surprise and great delight, he sucked a swollen tit-point between his lips.
"Oooh, that's good," she enthused. "I'm gonna make it too! I'm coming with you!"
Shortly, for whatever reason, his mouth relinquished her tits and his head fell back. But she still had his cock, and grinding on it like she was enough. She could feel the burning tingle of her impending climax, and she could sense his in the offing as well.
Expertly, not too brazenly, she hunched on Harry's cock-rod with rising speed and brought him off. The hard flexes of his cock inside her seemed to trigger Samantha's come, and for long moments she reveled in the washes of sweet release.
She softened against him. His hands played lightly up and down her back, over her ass. Then there was a big, boyish hug and a wet kiss, and Samantha sort of slid from him to roll over and lie on her back atop the sheet. Harry pulled his share back up over his mid-section and turned off the lamp on his side of the bed. Within minutes his slow, steady breathing told her he was asleep.
She remembered how frustrated she used to feel at moments like this, before that first afternoon with Vanessa. She had known she would have to do something to maintain her sanity, and she had done about the only thing she could. She had thought and hoped that it would solve things. She would have her fun and that would be that.
Only it wasn't solving things. She still felt frustrated. Deep down she was Harry's wife and he should be the only man for her and all her pleasures should come from and involve him.
Sadly she accepted that she wasn't much better off than she had been at the start. At least on a personal, emotional level.
"Play with me?" Vanessa said to her husband Leonard.
They too were in bed at that hour, both naked and loosely embracing with the sheets pretty well off.
"What?" he said, running the tip of his nose across her cheek from her earlobe.
"You know, with my pussy." On her side facing him, she lifted her bent upper leg into the air. "Play with my pussy."
"Aren't you getting wet?" he asked, sliding his hand down to between her legs.
"No," she answered coquettishly.
Leonard was a huskily built fellow, looking powerful and dominating. But his personality didn't quite match that. He was modest, unassuming, not exactly forceful, a nice guy. Gently he inserted a testing finger into the slit of her cunt.
"You are so," he discovered, as if she must have gone daft. "And I know just what to do about that."
Vanessa quickly reached for and grasped his hardened cock. He paused, wondering over her unexpected move. He looked down quizzically at her slender hand as she started to languidly jerk him off.
"Play with me anyway," she said. "And I'll play with you."
He appeared perplexed. "We don't need this," he argued. "Now come on, let's get fucking."
He had been in a good mood all evening. She'd thought she would try for something new. It wasn't working out too well, but he was still in a good mood.
"Doesn't it feel good when I rub you down there?" she asked.
"What's with you tonight. I thought you liked to fuck."
"I do, but, gee whiz Leonard, we can do more than that from time to time, can't we?" She tickled his balls. "Can't we?"
He responded in a perplexed sort of way. "The kids are gone, we have the house to ourselves, aren't you the least bit tempted to let your hair down and just cut loose a little?"
"Have you been watching that guy on TV?" he asked, as though the possibility depressed him. "You've got too much time on your hands, that's your problem."
"I guess you haven't been tempted, huh?"
"Tempted to sleep, yeah. When has it ever been this quiet around here for this long?"
"Not exactly fun, sleep."
"You can join me anytime," he offered. She didn't say anything to that. "Well look, if you want a little variety, we can do it doggy-style. How's that?"
Vanessa figured it was as good as she was going to get, so she said, "Okay."
Leonard chuckled heartily, glad that everything had been worked out and they could get on with it. He pushed himself up onto his knees and watched as Vanessa rolled over onto her stomach, spread her knees and lifted her crotch toward him.
Well, she had tried, Vanessa thought to herself. She hadn't really expected to succeed, so it wasn't that great a disappointment. And she was still going to get some action out of Leonard.
Maybe she should feel guilty, wanting more than she was getting. She didn't know. But damn it, she wasn't the only one missing out. He was too. If only there was some way to open his eyes to the fact.
Leonard took hold of his wife's hips, pointed his cock at the dangling folds of her cunt and pulled her back and onto the rigid length of his fuck-meat. She heard his deep, savoring intake of breath and his moan of pleasure. He did have some sensuality, but there had to be more of it in him. She just knew it.
Vanessa groaned a sincere reply as she took her husband's sizeable prick into her warm, watery depths. She let her body undulate with further pleasures, rubbing the jutting cushions of her ass against him.
"Now, this isn't too terribly boring, is it?" he said to her, and she could just picture the big grin on his face.
"I guess not," Vanessa allowed. He was turning her on, too. And she would come. And afterward, well, she didn't want to think about that now. She was going to enjoy this while she could. As much as she could.
Leonard started to fuck her, his eager motions hinting at some of the power lurking in his bulky body. Vanessa rolled her head from side to side and pushed her cunt back against his surging cock.
"Getting good now," she said in a thickening voice. "Getting very nice indeed!"
"I know, baby. Fun!"
Vanessa wiggled and shook, determined to milk every moment of its full erotic potential. Thank God she had cured him of having to do all their fucking under the sheets. She supposed she could cure him of other habits as well, but unfortunately they would both be in their nineties before they could reach the erotic potential she had in mind for them both.
Vanessa clasped her hands on the bed and lowered her cheek onto them, and simply rested there, letting him bang into her pussy from behind. There were no surprises – just straight ahead fucking. She sometimes wondered if he wasn't just jerking himself off with her cunt.
If he hadn't had the staying power to make her come while he was at it there would have been some genuine bitterness.
"Mmmmmm, I feel it," Vanessa moaned. She stretched out and dug her elbows into the mattress, bracing herself.
Leonard punched harder with his cock becoming frantic for climax. A bunch of final, quick drives and he was over the edge, taking Vanessa with him. They came together. Then Leonard rolled away onto his back and, exhaled heavily, and it was over.
Vanessa curled up into a ball, wondering what she was going to do in order to come up with a truly happy marriage.
By the middle of next morning Vanessa and Samantha were together, in Samantha's living room, wrestling about on the couch as they sought to vent the frustrations of the evening before.
Samantha must have been the more frustrated, for she was the one to come out on top. Naked, she swept Vanessa's legs way back and apart and, crouching over the blonde placed the mound of her cunt on her lady-friend's. She began to rub against the furred softness and felt the relief of instant excitement.
"Oh God," she groaned, "that feels good. Oh, I needed this!"
"Me too," Vanessa spoke up emphatically. "Rub me! Pussy-fuck me!"
Samantha washed her ass from side to side to whisk her pussy-mound against Vanessa's with a tantalizing friction. Perched on her toes, she then revolved her hips, rubbing in circles against the sensitive softness. Then she racked forward and back with a new angle of attack.
"I'm melting," Vanessa said blissfully.
Samantha tilted her pelvis and pressed the outer lips of her cunt against the warmed folds of Vanessa's cunt in a really perverse kiss. Grinding with definite pressure, both clits felt delicious stimulation, and Vanessa responded by rubbing her pussy mouth against Samantha's.
"Silt this is good!" the blonde woman hissed. "We can do any dirty fucking thing we want with each other, and I love it!"
"Too bad our husbands aren't around to watch," Samantha remarked. "Maybe they might learn something."
"Imagine being able to do anything we wanted with them," Vanessa said wishfully.
"Wouldn't that be just everything we could want."
"Don't let's talk about it now," Samantha answered. "Let's just enjoy ourselves."
"Make it last," Vanessa encouraged, hunching her pussy up against Samantha's. "Let's really cream hard on each other."
"I'm with you!" Samantha enthused.
It didn't take long. The frustrations and the natural horniness they felt toward each other and the illicit action all worked to potent effect on their sluttish systems.
Vanessa hunched her pussy and Samantha ground her sweet cunt down hard in reply. Giggling between heartfelt moans, they girl-fucked to their hearts' delight, and to the delight of their pussies and bodies as well.
Samantha shook first, her climax followed hotly by Vanessa's. The two women shivered and quaked, their clamping, spewing pussies fairly glued together.
Unable to hold herself up any longer, Samantha lowered her knees into the seat of the couch to either side of her blonde lady-friend. She bowed low, bedding her succulent tits on Vanessa's. The two women kissed, the one underneath lifting both long shapely legs around the one on top and hugging her closer.
"Oooohhhh," Vanessa said lamentingly. "What're we gonna do? This has been fun, but we both know that we were born to be faithful wives."
"There's gotta be some way to show those guys what they're missing out on."
"What is it?"
"Well shit, let's just find out. If a couple of hot bitches like us can't work something out, what good are we?"
Vanessa laughed softly, affectionately. "Now you're talking."