Too Tough To Tame Ch. 03: Final

They both had changed so much in the past few weeks that maybe they would not be compatible anymore. Maybe Matt even hated her!

Claire turned away from him, the tears running down her face at such an unbearable thought. She searched for her clothes and put them on as quickly as she could for the air in the room had suddenly become oppressive. And she needed to get out of there She nearly ran out of the house and out into the open air. The distraught young wife walked across the beach to the shore. A hot wind blowing from the Gulf tousled and tossed her long wavy hair and seemed to ease some of the seething thoughts in her mind.

Claire Raines sat down on the cool sand and stared out across the black moving waters of the Persian Gulf. She never heard his footsteps as he came up beside her, she just knew that he was there, and he was speaking to her.

"Claire!" She heard her husband's voice behind her. She turned and saw his thin muscular body walking barefoot across the sand toward her.

"Matt," she said.

Matt, clad only in his shorts, came up to her and dropped to the sand. He looked at her inquisitively and smiled. She smiled back, feeling utterly calm all of a sudden.

Then he said something in a low tone, which she didn't hear, but pretended that she did. He looked so handsome there in the moonlight - he could almost have been one of the magical princes out of the Arabian Nights.

He smiled and Claire smiled back, wondering what was going on in his mind. Suddenly, he dropped from his sitting position with a kind of animal poise and lay outstretched on his side in front of her. From the look of his strong calloused hands and the bulging muscles of his biceps, she was reminded of how great a lover he could be when he wanted. His lean body rippled with sinewy muscles that he could use to her greatest pleasures when he screwed her.

Claire told herself she should say something. But she couldn't seem to get anything out, and anyway, what happened next would be up to Matt. She had no right to ask her husband for anything anymore. If he wanted her back he would have to be the one to make the first move.

Claire's husband grabbed a handful of sand and sifted it from one hand to the other. "Claire." He let the sand run through his fingers like the sand in an hourglass. "We have to talk."

"I know," she said.

His coal-dark hair was a perfect accent to the deep permanent tan of his broad shoulders, and each time he lifted another handful of sand she could see the ripples of his hard chest muscles, and as she looked at him lying in front of her in his shorts, her belly and cunt flamed with uncontrollable passion. She could see his cock was hard by the way the cloth at his crotch bulged out toward her.

"Do we have to talk?" she asked suddenly.

Matt made a low hissing sound, and for some unknown reason she felt her insides turn to jelly as she saw the answer to her question in his eyes.

Matt laughed, flashing gleaming, perfectly straight teeth, then reached behind and tossed some sand gently at her. She brushed the sand from her blouse, unconsciously blushing, and said, "Are you sure you want an over-sexed wife around?"

"Positively." He laughed, and moved over next to her so close she could feel his chest muscles as he breathed against her back.

"I'm sorry for what I've done," she said.

"I know," he said, touching her arm. "So am I. Let's call it even and forget it."

"I love you so," she said, feeling another hot flame of lust curling up through her belly.

She felt her husband's lips, moist and sensuous, kissing her arm, nibbling at the sensitive goose-bumps there, and she sighed, tentatively trying to pull away from him for a moment.

"And I love you," he said.

He was kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the satin skin until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against her sensitive lobe. He pivoted himself toward her so that their lips met and his tongue wormed wetly into her mouth.

"Lord," she said as she broke away.

He laughed and kissed her again; It felt like thousands of little sparklers were igniting in her loins. In the pit of her belly the white-hot heat merged with a weak feeling she'd experienced only moments before. She felt him shift his weight, and then looked down to see he was squirming out of his shorts. In the pale moonlight she made out the length of his wonderfully huge prick. It was as beautiful as she remembered, with a few black pubic hairs anointing its base.

Matt touched her hand and guided it to his erect cock. She tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as she felt his hotly pulsating cock touch the ridges of her fingers, she unclasped her hand and instinctively wrapped her fingers around it. She began jerking his fully erect cock in one hand, and closed her eyes to listen to Matt's breathing.

Suddenly, she felt his hands on the front of her blouse, unbuttoning the tiny buttons, then unclasping her lacy bra.

Matt made grunting sounds as he kneaded and sucked the smooth white billowing mound of her naked tit. She turned toward him, her half-dressed, quivering body laid out beside him in the soft sand, and continued stroking his eagerly throbbing cock, sliding the smooth flesh up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm that caused him to move his pelvis urgently back and forth.

Claire glanced up the beach to see if anyone could see them, but the darkness had shrouded the drifts of sand even a few yards ahead. At the same time, moonlight radiated around them, making her pale body look luminous, and Matt's appear smoky dark.

The young blonde wife rose to her. knees and hovered over her aroused husband on all fours, her head a scant few inches from the warm, lust-inflated head of his cock. She held it lightly between both hands, stroking it along the fiat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused Matt's hard-clenched ass-cheeks to undulate in time to. her maddening rhythm.

"Oooohhh, Claire, yesssss!" the young husband intoned to the sensuous figure of his wife kneeling provocatively over him.

Then Claire's head dropped slowly toward the slender rigidity of his cock and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the slight moistness of the small opening on the head.

"Ooooohh yessss!" He sucked in his breath from the excruciatingly pleasurable contact.

His lean stomach tensed and rippled and Claire could see the sinews of his pelvis tightening spasmodically. She wondered why she had never taken things into her own hands and forcefully seduced him before. She might have saved both of them from a lot of sexual problems.

The young blonde sensed that Matt was watching as she clasped her oval mouth wetly around in a soft, warm pressure that caused the heavily throbbing tip to become increasingly turgid and hot. Her lips tightened like a pink elastic band just below the pulsating cock head, trapping his lust-thickened shaft inside the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.

"Oooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the sand to more easily stare down at Claire's passion-contorted face.

She could tell the sight of his cock sunk halfway up between her greedily sucking lies increased the sensation a thousand-fold for Grant, and she made all her movements deliberately provocative, touching her own titties for a moment, then caressing his rapidly heaving chest.

The young husband's prick glistened from her saliva as it began to move in a steady rhythm in and out between the soft fullness of Claire's obscenely encompassing lips. She massaged the velvety resilient skin of his balls with one hand, then moved the other down from his chest and stroked his cock's base between thumb and finger as she began to suck in earnest up and down on his saliva-coated prick.

"Oh, Claire, Claire - Claire!" the young geologist moaned at the softness of her tongue twirling with an obscene moist pressure around his thickly pulsing cock at the apex of withdrawal, the tongue tip dancing incitingly across the tiny opening at the end.

He flexed his ass in the sand, his head still raised, his dark hair falling loosely across his forehead. His dark smoldering eyes hazed over as he watched the top of Claire's blonde head bobbing salaciously up and down below. The exciting vision of her mouth encasing his wildly hammering prick was almost painful in its lewdness.

Claire delighted in the throbbing reaction in her husband's loins and began to suck a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hotly jerking shaft, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood along beneath the skin's surface. She shifted her position without disengaging her mouth from his huge blood-engorged cock, kneeling on all fours between his obscenely opened legs.

Reaching under his tightly flexed ass-cheeks, she cupped his rock-hard ass in her palms, pulling his jerking pelvis up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around the warm bulbous head furiously until Matt made a grinding noise with his teeth - she. knew he was near the bursting point as she took almost all his massive shaft up in her throat.

Continuing the maddening sucking on and on, Claire paused at long intervals to take a gasping mouthful of breath before starting all over again, working over his body in mindless lust. Tiny rivulets of sweat were rolling from her naked titties as she bucked wildly over Matt lying there on the deserted beach, deliberately trying to make him spurt his white cum down her gluttonously sucking throat.

"Ooooooohhh Loooorrrddd!" he groaned at last into the star-filled night.

The muscles on his stomach tightened until Claire thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the soft sand, pushing even farther up between the continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the steaming juice from her depleted young husband.

They lay there quietly, each enjoying the delicious aftermath of sexual satisfaction for several minutes.

"You are wonderful!" he said.

"And so are you!" she said, lying stretched out on the sand next to him, so both of them could lie side by side in the white gleaming sand.

-three-

"Won't the Raines' be upset that you are entering their house with them not at home?" Hamid asked the wanton brunette as she pulled a key out of her purse and inserted it into the Raines' front door.

"Claire gave me the key herself for just such a moment as this." Francine smiled and turned the key in the lock. The door opened and she walked in, Hamid following behind her.

"You know, I think that Claire's been having some trouble with her marriage lately. I mean that's obvious by the way she let you fuck her. Hell, that's not Claire's style, letting a stranger screw her pussy." She looked at Hamid a moment in reflective silence. "You know she never let anyone fuck her but her husband until several weeks ago."

"Then there must be some problem with her husband, though I must say that I could find nothing wrong with her. She fucks like a dream. But I do not wish to reflect on her, I want to know more about you. The Raines' will not be home for hours."

He didn't wait for any objection from her, but instead he moved up beside her, taking her in his arms and kissing her. She moaned a weak resistance into his mouth, but then she pressed her body tightly against his. She stood up on her toes to push her thigh into his groin, moving her upper legs with seductive abandon, and he moaned, dipping his tongue into her mouth, sucking greedily at the wetness of her sweet - tasting tongue. His fingers fumbled with the tie of her halter, eager to get it off so that he could massage her sensuously billowing titties.

"I'm going fuck you crazy," he whispered in her ear. "You like to be fucked, don't you, you little tramp ..."

Francine giggled, loving the way the handsome Arab called her tramp and whore. Words like that, lewd and wicked, turned her on more than anything else.

"Take your clothes off," she purred, her hands reaching down for the bulge in his pants. "Take them off so I can see what you're going fuck me with."

Francine was so excited that she was going to be fucked right here in her best friend's house, and that friend might come in any second, that she stooped to the floor to help her Arab lover pull his pants down over his hips, down over his knees, and finally discard them altogether.

"Come on, Hamid," Francine squealed. "Let me see you fuck!"

*****

The drive home from the geological site was a silent one. Claire sat snuggled close to her husband, hugging his free hand firmly in her own. Her life had been straightened out this evening, and she and Matt had settled their differences once and for all. She felt elated, as though nothing in the world could go wrong. The heat of their fucking on the beach had extinguished some of the aching hunger down between her legs; but not all of it. She knew that it was going to be there for a long time, but now at least, Grant would be there to help satisfy it.

She glanced over at Matt, his face pale in the light of the oncoming headlights.

"I forgot to tell you," Claire said, breaking the silence. "I was talking to Francine and she said she might drop by tonight with a friend."

Matt nodded and turned into the driveway of their house. He courteously opened the door for Claire and they walked arm in arm into the house. One step inside and he headed for the bar, she for the bedroom.

Claire slipped into a nightgown while her husband made them drinks and then she applied fresh make-up and combed her hair. As a last-minute preparation, her slender form reached for the latch on the window and opened it, despite the air-conditioning gently wafting from the vent below the window. Sounds? ... coming from where?

"Aahhhhh, fuck it, suck it, ahhhh!"

Who could that be? she wondered. Claire turned off the lights in the bedroom and, hiding behind the drapes, peeked out into the small light-filled backyard, where in a corner under the awning of their little-used patio she saw what looked like two forms.

"Ooooohh, it feeelllls sooo goooodddd!!"

Her hand went to her mouth. "Oh my God!" she gasped as she realized what she was looking at in the yard. She felt like she was seeing some kind of lewd stag film. My God, that must be what I look like too, when a man fucks me!

*****

Francine! It's Francine and the Arab, Hamid who fucked me in Dhahran, and they're screwing, obviously in the throes of something wild, even though she couldn't make out the exact position of their lust. Without bothering with robe or slippers she slipped quietly down the hall, finding the kitchen dark as well as the rest of the house. She stood there, arms outstretched, leaning against the glass sliding doors separating her and the couple only yards away.

Francine was completely naked, sitting up over Hamid, and her back was to Claire. Humid was stretched out on his back, his legs slightly spread and his arms lying flat at his sides on either side of the brunette.

The lewdness of the scene both horrified and excited the young wife, too reminiscent was it of the lewdity of her actions earlier this evening.

In the moonlight, Claire could see the wetly glistening cock each time Francine lifted herself up high on it and then it would disappear on the down-stroke as she sat down.

It's so obscene, Claire's mind cringed, so wicked, so awfully beautiful! She had never seen anyone fuck this way before, not even on that wild night with Leila and Matt in Dhahran. And never in her life had she dreamed that a woman might get up over a man and be fucked that way. Francine must really be a nymphomaniac!

She watched spellbound as Francine began tossing her head from side to side, making her hair whip around her shoulders. From their screams it was obvious that they were both about to cum and a minute later, still glued to the glass door, Claire watched as his slipping deflated prick slithered from her best friend's wet cunt. She saw and heard it all, the sounds and sights creeping into her mind and body to eat away at the control she'd won over her own runt this evening. The ice was melting as she found herself breathing heavily and spasmodically from watching the obscenely moaning pair outside, and the tingling down in her loins had become a burning center of heat that threatened to rage out of control through her belly.

Then, almost unconsciously her right hand moved down to the hem of her nightgown and slipped up underneath, her seemingly self-willed fingers finding the narrow pussy furrow up between her clenched thighs and burrowing its way relentlessly into the throbbing slit.

Claire's cunt-lips were warm and slightly wet, and she extended her middle finger to press it in between the outer folds where she began rubbing experimentally at her tiny quivering, clit. The first contact of her fingers, sent shivers of excitement racing up and down her insides, and she breathed a silent moan through her parted lips. Her eyes were still wide open as she stared through the opening of the door and saw Hamid's form move.

The handsome Arab's eyes were still glazed from the force of his mind-blowing cum, and he raised his upper torso until his hand could run with appreciation over Francine's smooth white belly and onto her still heaving tits. Then he moved on his side down along her naked young body until his face was at the level of her hips. He still reached up to tweak at her distended pink nipples as he began planting wet kisses all around the delectable plane of her belly, pausing once to lick his tongue into the little round indentation of her navel. Then, he traced a wet trail of saliva straight down as his tongue slipped down the juncture of her thighs to probe the cum-matted curls of her pussy hairs. Straddling her legs with his own, he pushed his face down into the dark little triangle.

What the newly aroused Arab was doing sent more waves of obscene uninvited pleasure coursing through the watching woman's pussy, and she almost groaned aloud as she watched Francine's legs splay out to the side to give him greater access. The naked woman was still collapsed in utter fatigue on her back, but soon the lewd ministrations of the Arab's tongue up between her parted thighs brought low moans of pleasure from her passion-parched lips. She pulled her knees up high over her chest and placed her feet on his shoulders, opening to him still further the wet furrows of her pussy. He slipped his hands quickly down her sides and clasped the half-moons of her ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands, pulling her loins tighter to his face, pinching and kneading at the firmly giving flesh with his fingers, while his head bobbed hungrily at the openness of her cunt.

At the sliding glass door, Claire could hear the slight noises the Arab was making as he slaved over her best friend, the sounds mingling with the guttural nonsensical words that Francine was spewing out from between her compressed lips. The young wife's own massaging of her clit had brought it up to full erection and she pushed her middle finger farther up along her soft pussy slit, into the now slippery mouth to her cunt.

She felt as though she had to reach inside her belly and assuage the hunger she felt there. She felt the intense heat groping at the tip of her finger and she shoved farther and farther inside until it was buried up in her cunt to the second knuckle, the warm wetness clasping and unclasping around her finger greedily as though it needed more than she could possibly give it. She began stroking in and out in time to the bobbing head laboring over the girl's loins, and each time she withdrew her finger she flipped the nail lightly up over the pulsating clit, making her inner thighs tremble uncontrollably from the maddening sensations it sent through her frame.