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  A Bedful Of Hot Wives

  Toby Moretz

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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER ONE

  She was built like a high fashion model, and in college she had modeled for sorority showings. She was also the wealthiest young wife in north Idaho; she had inherited the big Evers silver mine north of Lake City, she was Mrs. Somebody and she let everyone know it, including her husband, Dean. At twenty-six she believed she had reached the peak of her beauty, and now it was high time she also reached the summit of true sensuality.

  Except for what she considered a slight abnormality between her thighs and a keen interest in other sexy girls, an area yet unexplored, there was no earthly reason why she couldn't fully enjoy screwing her husband.

  I've been married over a year and I still can't come with his prick, she thought. I guess I've played with my clitoris so many years and dreamed my dirty little dreams about fucking other girls, I can't make the scene when he does.

  She had picked Dean very carefully. She was a dominant type, a born leader, and finding a man handsome and virile enough for her tastes, who wouldn't try to take over' either in the bedroom or out of it, hadn't been easy. Dean was just right, smooth and dark and half a head taller than she. He acted strong and aggressive in public, he didn't seem to mind the name people called him behind his back, 'Mrs. Paula Sims.'

  He had a nice seven-inch prick that just fit in her pussy; he let her be as bold and forward as she wished when they were alone. He was from the 'right' family even though his father had squandered away a fortune and left him almost penniless. He knew the right people; he'd been the golf pro at the Lake City country club when she'd spotted him.

  He had signed a little slip of paper her attorney had recommended; if she ever divorced him he couldn't claim any of her enormous wealth. Their marriage was really an arrangement. She was a little contemptuous of all men, especially the pushy ones.

  Dean came in the bedroom, her bedroom, and smiled. He knew tonight was pussy night; they'd had some drinks and dances at the country club and she'd rubbed her crotch on him in the dark corners. Her clitoris stiffened. He looked very handsome in the new purple robe she'd bought him.

  "Have fun tonight, honey?" she purred, wiggling toward him.

  "Right," he grinned boyishly. At thirty he still acted young.

  "I'm glad you danced with Kathi, too," she said, sliding her arms around his neck. Kathi was Paula's younger sister, at the big lakeshore home for a summer visit. She'd gone with them to the country club dance.

  "She's almost as sexy as you are," he said, his hands on her waist.

  "Oh, you always say the right thing, honey," she purred, watching him ogle her jutting breasts. "Actually, she's prettier than I am. I got a little jealous watching you two on the floor."

  He laughed smoothly. "Hell, you know I wouldn't touch her, beautiful."

  "I think she'd like to touch you," Paula murmured. "I'm almost sure she's still a virgin ..."

  He blinked, seeming a little surprised. "I didn't ask, you know."

  A very daring idea crossed her mind but she didn't voice it. Kathi would be very serious competition if she even half tried. She was dainty, curvy and softly feminine, and her breasts were much larger than Paula's. She had been groomed in a fancy all-girl college in the midwest. Half of the studs at the country club had drooled when they'd looked at Kathi. She lived with an aunt in Seattle, ever since their parents had died in a plane crash. Paula, as the eldest child, had inherited control.

  Paula had almost decided to ask her pretty sister to stay on at Lake City and live in the big lakeshore home. There was certainly oodles of room. With a cook and a maid on full time Kathi wouldn't have to turn a hand. Maybe in new surroundings she would find the right man ...

  "You can look, but don't feel," Paula breathed, curving her titties forward. "I mean Kathi, of course."

  "Right," he smiled.

  She reached down and opened his robe, sliding her hand inside. His prick was hardening. She held it gently and shivered. Her nipples erected as her clitoris lengthened and tingled. It was the only part of her anatomy she was almost ashamed of. When she'd first started playing with it at the age of eighteen she had considered herself almost a freak. When she was fully turned on her clit was nearly three inches long . . .

  Of course, as she had grown older and started reading books about sex, she had reconciled herself to the fact that she had certain masculine tendencies; at the same time she had developed into the kind of leggy girl men stared at. She had a pussy and high pointy breasts and a thick, sexy mouth, a rounded girlish ass. Her tittle deformity didn't show.

  Although she had dated a lot of handsome guys at

  college and let them play with her titties and legs, none of them ever got into her panties. She was almost clinical about her sexual life, she even had much of the male outlook on it; her clit was something to enjoy and she enjoyed it. She'd never 'fallen' for any guy. She had used them to ignite her passions and then had engaged in her own private erotic actions and fantasies.

  A year before her marriage she decided she wanted no children so she'd had herself sterilized. The family doctor had tried to talk her out of it, but she was strong-willed and had her way. During her first exciting experiment with a vibrating dildo she had broken her hymen; she didn't regret it. When Dean had fucked her the first time, after their engagement, she had pretended to suffer a certain amount of pain.

  She had never told him he was the first man to get a prick in her; girls of twenty-five who had been to college really weren't expected to be virgins. She had studied plenty of books on erotica; she was increasingly aware of her interest in other girls, but she didn't want to be a lesbian, although she admitted it might be interesting as an experiment.

  She had toned down her earlier athletic leanings, a hangover from her tomboy years. She loved being a girl for many reasons, but the chief one was that she could have orgasm after orgasm and not deplete her strength.

  After a man went off his interest lagged, he lost his ability to fuck. When she was turned on good she could climax at least ten times, take a nice long nap and swing out four or five more times. Utterly delicious!

  She had gotten married because it was what girls her age in her social strata were doing. She loved to show him off, and one of her very favorite things was telling her girl friends about her bedroom exploits with Dean. Women's lib was crappy. She moved in a world filled mainly with women who pleased her and excited her, even though she hadn't made it with one,
yet.

  Any day now, she thought Fm sure I could fuck Anna Field, my sexy redheaded neighbor. I dream about her sometimes when I go off. Her husband, Don,

  isn't giving her enough cock. She's twenty-five and he's past fifty. If I could find a young, dainty thing like my sister Kathi, one who wouldn't talk...

  But I certainly won't stoop to incest! That's really no-no.

  "That feels just wonderful," she breathed, caressing the hard length of Dean's prick. She used him as she had used her dates, but of course he got to go the route. She couldn't go off with him; there was a kind of base animal thing about a pumping prick she couldn't get used to. She enjoyed the preliminaries much more than the nitty-gritty.

  When he went off she put on a very convincing show; she moaned and groaned and kicked her long legs and scratched his back. She could even tighten her cunt muscles. And she always topfucked, since it gave her a feeling of power and superiority over the weakling male. They were all dirty little boys, leering at strippers and nudie pictures, but men still controlled the big money. She took an active interest in the Evers silver mine, but a general manager did all the hard work.

  Her hobbies were swimming, wearing provocative clothes, visiting with good-looking dames and enjoying her long sexy clitoris.

  She patted his cock and stepped back, turning around so he could see curves in the almost-nothing nightie. She just happened to be in front of the vanity mirror so she could see herself. She was proud of her body, her model-proportioned figure, the beautiful titties she loved to play with when she worked herself toward a delectable climax and felt her clit stiffen.

  She was a special kind of girl, the most beautiful in the whole area. She looked exciting and sensual, and she was both; she also had a mind like a steel trap and she was the most egotistical person she knew. She was a leader, a strong girl and she had a strong, pretty, sexy clit to prove it.

  "Like me, honey?" she asked, opening her long legs, swinging her coned breasts forward.

  "Beautiful," he smiled, his dark eyes flaming. His prick showed between the folds of his expensive robe. Pre-coital wetness shone on the circumcised glans. She gloried in her power over him. Most men were slaves to their sex glands and he was no exception. She hadn't given him any pussy for a week, and he really needed it. She was sure he jacked off occasionally.

  He had an office in the Evers Building and since he had once been a real estate salesman, she let him handle her rental properties. The past year or so she had been speculating in land, an area her father hadn't touched. She had done very well with it; Californians were greedy for elbow room and North Idaho still had it

  Dean's office was very plush; she had picked the colors, the furniture. The girls who worked there, including his private secretary Audra Johnson, a beautiful Negro, were all attractive. She had picked them, too. She wanted him to work in pleasant surroundings. Lake City wasn't a large place, so she was sure she'd hear about it if he started playing with the employees. He knew where he stood, all right; if he got out of line she'd dump him. He had a good thing going, plenty of leisure to play golf and go boating.

  Sometimes he went fishing with a buddy, usually farther north. She knew the two mining towns near the big Nevers properties had whore houses. Once she'd had a Spokane detective trail him, and he had actually fished. If he did ever get a little on the side she hoped it would be with some high class girl and not some cheap chippy.

  Satisfied that he enjoyed looking at her, she wiggled to a deeply luxurious love seat where the lighting was adequate. Grinning, he dropped the robe, revealing his tanned, well-muscled body. His seven inches slanted sharply upward. He sat down at her right and she spread her thighs invitingly.

  His left arm circled her shoulders, his right.hand went to her titties. She reached for his prick and held it gently in her fingers; he trembled, breathing in her ear.

  "You've got it, Paula."

  "Mmmmmm. Your nice prick seems a little bigger tonight, honey. You liked dancing with Kathi, huh?"

  "Hell, you're smoother," he murmured, molding her right tittle, still inside the sheer nylon. Her nipple hardened, sending sweet thrills down to her crotch. At this stage of the game she didn't assert herself too much. She loved to tease him a little.

  "I saw you giving Anna a few squeezes in the dark corners, too," she murmured. "She's envious because I have such a young husband."

  "She comes on pretty strong," he admitted.

  She laughed softly, curving her tittie into his hand. Talking frankly was one of her things. "I think you could get in her panties."

  He trembled again. "Hell, you know I wouldn't, beautiful."

  "Don certainly isn't giving her enough screwing," she said.

  "What're you doing, trying to set me up?" he asked.

  She giggled. "Of course not! You know I'm a tease. But men are polygamous. Audra likes you, too. Did you ever try a colored girl?"

  "Noooo-"

  "Well, when you were in the service in West Germany I'll bet you made it with a few frauleins, huh?"

  He chuckled. "Do you really want to know?"

  "I guess not. A man is supposed to have some fun while he's single."

  "Right. Then he settles down to one pussy."

  "I hope mine is good for you, honey," she murmured, squeezing his cock.

  "Very good! You know that..." More clear wetness oozed out of his sex hole. She spread it over his glans with soft touches. He shivered. He had good control; he was no jackrabbit.

  "Did any of your girls ever talk about sex, like we do?"

  "Hell, no. But I like it."

  "I love it," she breathed, kissing his jaw. It was her 11

  signal that she wanted to use her tongue in his mouth. His head turned and she fastened her eager hps to his mouth and wiggled her probe inside. Her right hand went around his neck as she stroked her tongue slowly. The nipple in his fingers tingled and stiffened delecta-bly. He relaxed as usual, letting her take over. He knew her style and never objected. Her clit hardened with anticipation.

  She withdrew and leaned back on his left arm, enjoying the voluptuous rise of her need. His right hand dropped to her long, shapely thighs, caressing the inner planes close to her pussy. Her cuntlips began to swell, the tip of her clit rose out at the top of her slit into her pubic hair. She executed a slow coital lift. He trembled again, his prick tensed.

  She remembered the first time he'd got his cock in her pussy, a week before their marriage ...

  They'd been swimming in the lake below the house, and she'd steered him into the boat house above the beach. A deeply padded couch there would be fine for her initiation; a rest room was handy. They were engaged, and he'd waited impatiently for the fuck that would seal the agreement.

  She locked the door so the gardener wouldn't wander in. Out in the water she'd let him fondle her bikini-covered cunt and titties. His swim trunks were already sticking out. She had oodles of pictures of rigid pricks in her little hidden collection of erotica, but she'd never seen Dean's cock. At college she'd pumped a few pricks and watched them squirt. Back seat fun. Now she was going to see her fianc6's tool, play with it and take it in her cunt.

  "About time you had a sample of my pussy, isn't it, honey?" she giggled, posing in front of him, twitching her ass.

  "Damn!" he muttered. "Just like that-"

  "You know by now I like to call a spade a spade,"

  she laughed. "But please let me do it my way."

  "Hell, yes!" he exclaimed. She had to lay the ground

  rules early. The same detective agency she kept secretly

  on a retainer had investigated his background thoroughly. He wasn't a lush, he was a good mixer, very much in demand at the country club as the club pro. There was a weakness on his father's side of the family, he had pooped away a fortune after his wife's death. But he was right for her, handsome, smooth and not too overbearing.

  "Lie down on the couch and let me do the makin
g out," she smiled, shivering with excitement. "I guess you knew I'd be this way."

  "Sure," he said, staring at her leggy figure. The dollar signs were shining in his eyes, too. "I kind of had it figured. That's great!"

  "I'm not a soft, dainty giggler," she said. "I like to be frank about it. I'm probably not like the girls you've screwed. Do you still want to fuck me?"

  Her bold words obviously jarred him. He flushed. "You're different! You sure as hell are ..."

  "I can't help how I feel," she smiled, loosening her bikini halter. "I won't ever be pushy or embarrass you in public. I think we can have a lot of nice, sexy fun together. Okay?"

  "You're sure as hell more honest than most girls," he said, reaching for the band of his swim trunks.

  "Oh, every bright girl has a few secrets, honey," she said. "I haven't had much experience, either. So be patient, will you?"

  "Hell, take all the time you want, Paula."

  She was almost tempted to tell him this would be her very first fuck, but being a virgin at twenty-five was rather ridiculous. She was glad, though, that she didn't have her cherry to worry about.

  She lowered her halter, arched her titties forward and flirted her tongue between her lips. His eyes bugged as the hump in his trunks grew excitingly larger. He was a dirty little boy staring at a pair of sexy breasts. She would try not to be too contemptuous. Her cunt was heating; she felt pussy juice leaking out. Later she would go to her room and have oodles of delicious orgasms.

  "Let me see your prick, honey," she murmured, wiggling closer.

  He nodded, his face flushed with passion. As his trunks came down, she felt a delightful thrill. It was a good seven inches and beautifully thick. The glans was skinless, already wet with eager juice.

  "Mmmmmmm!" she breathed. His dark, hairy nuts weren't as appealing as she had anticipated. But at least he didn't have mats of hair all over his body. Males like that repulsed her.

  He kicked the trunks aside and sank down on the couch, on his back. The sharp slant of his cock over his belly was a tribute to her sexiness. With her bikini panty still on, she moved to the couch and straddled him. Ohhhh, it was good being above him, dominant.