Too Tough To Tame Ch. 02

Part of the problem he knew was with him -- and his upbringing. He had always been taught that though fucking was pleasurable, it was also a sin and therefore was not to be considered "fun." So, he had never really considered it a big part of his life. Perhaps if he had, things would have been different between Claire and himself.

He had loved her very much when they had gotten married, and he loved her still -- but she had never behaved as he had expected a woman to behave. Oh, she had been a good wife to him, that wasn't a problem. The problem was that she was so wild in bed. He had fucked her as often as he could, and she had cum wildly each time, but he always got the feeling when it was over that she was somehow disappointed. He had never been able to figure out why she would be so disappointed -- until that night three weeks ago when she had sucked his cock.

She had been so strange, that whole event had been, almost as though it were a dream. It was that night that had triggered off her wild adulteress spree. But goddamn it l Why?

He had gone back to the hotel then, unable to stand these thoughts anymore, and waited until he had enough to demand answers for all of his questions. Claire wasn't in when he got there, so he sat in the quiet room thinking again about what he should do.

Claire came in an hour later. They didn't speak; she puttered around the room, trying to keep busy, and he continued staring out over the city, watching the people as they moved in the street below, watching the sky turning pink with the encroaching sunset.

"Do you want me to have dinner sent up?" Claire finally asked, unable to take the silence any longer.

There was no answer from matt who sat in his chair with his back turned toward her.

Claire ran her hairbrush through her hair. If only there were some way of making up with Matt, to explain. She wanted to call him to her and embrace him, to run her hands down over his muscular back till she held his cock in her hand and was making it passionately hard with her massaging fingers. But she knew she couldn't -- after all, he wouldn't even talk to her.

On a sudden impulse, 'she walked over and stood in front of his chair.

"Oh, Matt, I want to apologize for everything. I can't stand this damn silence between the two of us any longer!"

"Oh, brother!" He laughed openly at her.

His frustrated young wife began to cry soft bitter tears as she leaned back against the wall.

"I feel so guilty... so ashamed!"

He got up from his chair and walked to the center of the room, with her trailing behind. "I got a goddamn eyeful of that guy fucking your cunt tonight. Now you turn around and expect me to accept an apology. Jeezus, you're fucking crazy!"

"If only, you had paid more attention to me," she blurted out. "Shown me that you cared."

"What the hell are you complaining about? You've had a hell of an easy time while I've been working my ever-loving ass off."

"That has nothing to do with you fucking me!" she protested.

He turned from her to open the closet, tearing his light sports coat from the hanger. "Maybe what I need is a little more experience. You've already had yours."

"Okay." Claire dropped into his vacated chair so that, to her enraged husband, it looked as though she were hoping to excite him by playing the slut, with her eyes flashing and her long blonde hair falling brazenly across her shoulders. She was hoping he was aroused enough to be enticed into fucking her. "I admit I enjoyed what happened. I liked it ... his putting his cock in my pussy."

A crazy smile passed over his lips as he looked down at his skimpily dressed wife who had parted her legs invitingly and arched her hips into a lascivious position.

"Well ... now it's time for some of my own private pussy," he shot back over his shoulder as he headed toward the door.

"What do you mean by that?" his confused wife began, getting up.

"I intend to even the score. There's some pretty wild places in this town. I'm sure to find a cunt to fuck somewhere."

He went out abruptly and Claire was left sobbing in the chair, wondering what she had ever done to deserve all of this misery, plus the horrible empty ache in her pussy!

Matt Raines walked blindly through the dirty crowded streets of Dhahran, trying to figure out a way to punish his wife for the hurt she had caused him.

If he were going to match what Claire had done, he had to find a young pretty girl, willing but not whorish. Then another idea struck him -- his revenge would have even more bite if he could give it to another hot bitch while Claire was forced to watch as he had done last night. Maybe he could even figure out something worse: Whatever it was, he wanted it to be good. Now all he had to do was find the right girl.

He hailed a cab and had it take him to the best hotel in town. He needed a high-class cunt and he knew that this was the place to find one. Immediately he saw what he wanted. At the end of the lobby reading a magazine at the magazine stand stood a girl with long wavy black hair. Christ, she's tit-heavy, he said to himself. He walked across the plush lobby and stood next to the girl, picking up a magazine to thumb through till he could work up enough courage to speak to her.

"Traveling through?" He smiled at her.

The brunette flipped through a few pages of her magazine. "Well, I guess I'm a visitor to Dhahran, but my father is Sheikh Rashid of Al Haria. My mother is American. I am going to visit my grandparents in America!"

She was a slight-framed girl whose pettiness was emphasized by the ripe swelling mounds of her titties that poked out braless at him beneath her thin white dress. Her nose was dainty and turned up, and her white translucent skin was slightly freckled. She couldn't have been more than eighteen.

"I'm a visitor too. My wife and I came down from Riyadh for some business."

Hearing this, she put the magazine back on the rack and stood next to him. She seemed tinier to him now, but that made her lusciously curved figure that much more tantalizing. A fuckable female, if he'd ever seen one, Matt Raines thought to himself -- and perfect for the lewd three-way scene he envisioned between him and her and Claire. That is, if she was a liberated Arab.

"My father wanted me to travel with about twenty female chaperones, but I have studied in the United States and I know how to take care of myself. He has bodyguards for me always, but I am very good at losing them. I am the best of all my brothers and sisters at losing them!"

"You must be. I don't see anyone now," he said.

"I know," she said earnestly. "I lost them hours ago." She paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know I am half American and yet I know little of American men. I have not had the chance."

Probably not, Matt thought, wondering if she might let him introduce her to a taste of what an American man could be like.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Leila, Leila Salim."

"I'm Matt Raines," he said. "I work for the Echo Company in Riyadh."

"Goodness," she said. "You must be a very important man since you are so handsome and strong." She giggled.

He straightened up and put the magazine back on the rack. "Would you like to go for a walk around the plaza?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm." She turned to face him and she slid one hand down from his shoulder to his muscled ass; cupping both his ass-cheeks to draw his cock hard up against her cunt mound. "What's your wife like? Do you think she'd mind me coming to your hotel room to meet her? I need to meet some American women as well."

"I don't know ... there's only one way to find out," he said.

"What's that?"

His hand caressed her dimpled chin, then he lowered his head and kissed the young Arab's slightly parted lips. She thrust her tongue back at him, splurging it into the warm receptive cavern of his mouth.

Then he said, "You'll have to meet her."

"That sounds crazy." She smiled.

"We might have a good time."

"What does that mean, Mr. Raines?"

"We might try some things. Like fucking together."

"All three of us?" She laughed.

"Uh-huh."

Her hugely billowing tits pressed against him, and he could feel their hardening nipples through his shirt and the thin cloth of her dress. "Let's go then," she said.

Minutes later, he and Leila Salim were in a taxi heading up the palm-lined highway to the Hotel Oasis. The sexy young Arab girl had agreed to anything Matt wanted to do, as long as no one ever found out what she had done. The thoughts of fucking that had been running through his mind all day made him seethe with libidinous desire. He could almost see Claire's expression when he brought the girl in. ...

He knocked softly on the hotel room door and, after a moment, Claire opened the door a crack, then, looking numbly astonished, she let Leila and Matt in.

Before his wife could say anything, Matt ordered her to lie down on the bed. "I want you to do exactly as I say," he glowered at his young wife.

Claire had been sleeping and she was still accustoming her eyes to the flare of the overhead light. She looked at the young Arab girl and said innocently, "I'm glad you brought him back here. I was scared to death he'd get into trouble."

Leila, not looking at the young blonde woman, walked past the bed and stood by the window. Matt filled three glasses with Scotch and soda, and handed one tumbler to his wife. "Drink this," he said. "You'll need it."

"Matt ..." Claire's voice was still slurred with sleep. "What's going on?" As she gulped her drink anxiously, she glanced at the brunette's profile silhouetted by the city lights flickering in the city behind her.

"You wait and find out," he said in a louder, harsher tone.

"But ... I don't understand."

Suddenly Leila turned back toward the room and wrapped an arm around Matt's waist. "Oh, you will, you will. Your husband here has wild tastes."

Matt drew away from the brash Arab girl and scowled down into Claire's face, where she sat on the edge of the bed. "You will do exactly what I say. For now, you'll just lie there and let Leila do what she wants to you."

Leila looked at Claire's eyes, then frowned doubtfully at Matt.

"Look, are you sure this is going to be OK? I mean, I don't want to get into anything that's going to cause a scandal. I mean, my father's a powerful man and he would literally kill me if I got messed up in anything scandalous."

Matt looked annoyed. "I told you it'll be fine. This is a new thing for her, so she's a little upset and scared. Go on, you can be first."

Leila grinned down at Claire, who looked back up with big uncomprehending eyes. Did Matt expect her to go down on a girl like this? That ... that was lesbianism. "No!" she cried. "I won't do such a vile thing!"

Matt walked back to the edge of the mattress. "You will do exactly what I say!" he commanded. "I'm quite capable of divorcing you right now, and you'll be left with nothing, not even friends. So you just behave and lie still and do what you are told. No one is going to hurt you." And he bent down to push his wife out full length on the bed. Too astonished to do anything else, Claire lay where he placed her.

Matt straightened, spun on his heel, and sat down in a chair which he moved into a good viewing position. He nodded to Leila, who shrugged and pulled her dress over her head, revealing her sensuously ballooning titties.

Claire watched the strange Arab girl with her eyes still wide and unfocused from sheer shock. There seemed to be two of her. Who was this girl who was undoing her clothes and exposing her young body to both of them?

Leila twitched her hips as she began slowly rolling her blue bikini panties down over her taut belly until her "V" shaped triangle of ebony pussy curls was visible to Claire's incredulous gaze. Finally she pulled the skimpy panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor, exposing her completely naked young body to the married couple.

"Matt!" Claire blurted out in shock and protest.

This was a new depraved side of her husband she'd never experienced before, and sloe wanted out of the room right now! She bolted her drink for courage and rose from the bed, but a sharp slap of Matt's hand across her face sent her flying back onto the mattress. Then Matt was pouring his sobbing wife another drink and handing her the glass, and she drank greedily to calm her nerves. She polished off another glass, this time filled mostly with straight Scotch. If only she hadn't dressed in her nightgown again -- as it was, she was in no condition to leave the room, even if she could have got past her husband.

"Why?" Claire asked.

"Because it makes me happy. Besides, last night was your turn to have fun and tonight I'm running the show."

Claire couldn't understand all he said, for her attention was constantly shifting between her husband and the young Leila. Now she looked up to see her in the process of kneeling on the bed up between her open thighs. She tried to close her legs, but she couldn't because Leila's shoulders were in the way. In the struggle, Claire's nightie had inched up over her smooth, white belly and her naked pussy was an inverted wispy blonde triangle below the hem. Her hands flew down to cover her helplessly exposed cunt and Leila gave a low chuckle, saying over her shoulder to Matt, "Matt, you didn't tell me she was going to be so uptight."

He smiled. "We had a little falling-out last night. Claire hasn't realized how much of a slut she really is ... but I know with your help, Leila, she'll cooperate."

He got up and poured Claire another drink which she downed quickly. Then pulling his intoxicated young wife's nightgown off her shoulders with a single jerk, he sat down in his chair again.

Feeling humiliated and defenseless, Claire closed her eyes and tried to keep from making any sound. She sensed something brutal and animal like in her husband and didn't want to anger him any more than was absolutely necessary. She could feel Leila's soft caressing hands running over her nakedly quivering thighs, touching them in a slow sensuous way, lingering over the tingling insides of her parted legs, then gently trailing up to where the older woman's hands were cupped protectively over her naked pussy.

She heard Leila say in a girlish voice, "It won't do any good, baby. Remember, I'm a girl too, and I know what turns us on"

Gently, she tried to pry Claire's fingers loose with Claire clutching all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the wet, fender flesh of her cringing cunt, inadvertently separating her blonde-fringed pussy lips, one from the other.

Claire's whole body leaped as she felt Leila's expert tongue licking softly along the insides of her trembling thighs, and she tightened her hands over her whole trembling cunt with a sudden, helplessly excited moan. She. realized that the girl, who was not even barely out of her teens, was adept as a courtesan in making other women happy, and she thought of the harem girls she'd read about who satisfied each other with their tongues when they were not chosen to be fucked by their master.

The naked wife could feel her clit swelling like a tiny nub of fire despite her attempts to hold back the blaze.

"Ooooooohhhhh, my God!" she moaned.

Leila's tongue licking, licking on and on, licking now over her hands, trying to force its wet way up between her covering fingers, caused shivers of lust to course up and down her spine. God, she didn't want to get turned on, but so lewd and obscene were the Arab girl's ministrations at her straining thighs that little shocks of pleasure -- like electric static -- crackled through her entire willfully responding body.

Wildly, she looked over at her husband, who leered with shameless delight, his cigarette forgotten in his ashtray as he watched the younger girl licking up and down between his blonde wife's lewdly parting thighs.

Claire could almost feel Leila's eyes boring into the pinkly glistening slit of her cunt peeping erotically from between her protecting fingers. Then she felt her hot cheek resting on the sensitive flesh of her twisting thigh, close enough for her nose and lips to be tickled by the sparse silken pussy hairs curling up between her fingers.

The more the other woman's tongue probed, the harder Claire resisted, realizing with a frustrated moan that the harder she persisted, the more she was exciting herself. Leila's tongue began darting around, searching for an opening, a weakness, as Claire -- in order to prevent her -- kept moving her fingers, inadvertently massaging her own pulsating cunt mound. The desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her wanton arousal, and she realized she couldn't go on struggling against the salacious pleasure much longer.

Her cunt was now becoming slippery with juices and her moans increased as Leila's burrowing head found one corner of her pussy unprotected and slowly forced Claire's fingers to one side a fateful fraction of an inch. Now the skillful Arab girl licked furiously while Claire gritted her teeth and fought with what little moral force she had left not to give in. The utterly delicious sensations rippling through her lusting young body were as foreign to her as this country. Yes, for God's sake, she thought, there was a raging need in her pussy -- and maybe it could be quenched by another woman. Her moans increased and her heart fluttered as though she'd been injected with some strong aphrodisiac.

"Uuhhhhhhhhhh!" she coughed, an involuntary groan of delight escaping from her throat.

"Lie back. Just relax. Let me take care of you!" Leila said.

In a surprise move, Leila darted her head lower so her tongue could find the enticing shadowy crevice of Claire's ass-cheeks and lick crazily while her fingers worked to part and widen the older woman's softly trembling ass-cheeks. Claire gasped and moaned while Leila worked her hands under her desperately churning ass to cup the two spontaneously wriggling half-moons in her hands. The petite, youthfully energetic brunette tilted Claire's hips ever so slightly, and the young blonde shuddered as she felt her tongue flick hotly over the sensitive hole of her puckered little ass.

"Aaaaaaarrrrrggghhhhh," Claire groaned before she could think. "It feels so gooooooodddd!"

Dumbstruck with shame, she moved her, hands to stop Leila, and, before she realized it, the younger girl's mouth and tongue were working eagerly over her suddenly exposed pussy lips!

Claire twisted and writhed helplessly, thrusting her hands down on Leila's perspiration-beaded forehead to push the girl's slavering mouth away. But that movement, which started as one of protest, soon eased into revolving, undulating motions designed to get that tortuously worming tongue farther up between her hotly throbbing cunt-lips. She clenched and ground her ass-cheeks up and down; virtually helpless before the searing tongue thrusting deeper un toward her lust-pulsing pussy hole. It was too good, too delicious to resist anymore!

Her mind flew back to last night, when Matt had walked in and seen her being fucked by Hamid at Francine's home. With a fogged vision, she looked across at him and moaned in intoxicated arousal and shame. There, sitting forward in his chair, he was watching again, but this time he'd forced her to do it! Let him see, let him make her do anything and everything.

Oh! She'd never had her susceptible pussy tongue-loved by anyone but Matt before, let alone another girl. Lesbianism! Yes, that's what it was! It was contrary to everything she'd ever been taught or known, but she wanted it. Oh yes, yes! She needed her tongue in her cunt.

The impassioned blonde wife lifted her head forward to see what she could, her eyes suddenly filled with the intoxicating spectacle of Leila's ebony hair streaming like coal over her passionately .heaving hips and thighs. She felt the soft magic puffs of cool air grazing her own delectable naked pussy, merging with the maddening wet caresses of Leila's tongue now furrowing up her glistening pussy split from her hot, juicy cunt mouth to her tiny taut, hardened clit.