Norma Egan: Boy hungry wife

Tom saw the stricken look on Ginger's face when he abandoned the yard work and went off with Stacy. He felt like a heel, knew he should have stayed there and helped his wife, but after one look at Stacy in that deliciously tight outfit, he just couldn't resist.

Not that he was going to do anything serious, of course.

He figured they might fool around a lime bit, like yesterday, but he was still very much committed to his marriage, very much in love with his wife, and he didn't intend to be unfaithful. He'd make sure things didn't get out of hand.

He watched the flirtatious bounce of Stacy's pert little butt in those tight pink shorts as she led the way to her house. She was a sexy bitch, that was for sure. If he weren't a married man, he'd be on her the minute they got in the door. He imagined, briefly, what her cunt would be like – fiery-hot, juicy, and tight – then told himself to forget it. Nothing was going to happen.

He followed Stacy into her kitchen, and the next thing he knew, she was throwing her arms around him, rubbing her warm curvy body against him, and kissing him, her little slick tongue wriggling into his mouth. Tom stumbled back against the wall, feeling the soft pout of her mons against his cock, struggling with the hot lust he felt for her.

"Hey, there," he laughed, turning his face aside, "what's all that about?"

Stacy wasn't laughing. Ma blue eyes were hot with longing, her full lips pink and pouting. "Oh, Tom," she said huskily, "surely you know why I really asked you over here. Darling, I want you."

Tom forced himself to stay cool, though it was a damned hard thing to do, what with a sexy, horny blonde literally throwing herself at him. He took her arms and gently moved her back away from him. He tried to look stem.

"Stacy, I'm sorry," he said. "You're a helluva good-looking chick, and I really wish I could get it on with you, but I love my wife. You have to understand that. I'm not gonna be unfaithful to Ginger."

Tears rose briefly to Stacy's eyes, but then she gave up. "All right, Tom," she said sadly. "If that's how it is, I guess there's nothing I can do."

One part of Tom felt proud because he'd done the right thing and resisted temptation, but another pelt was cursing because of this lost chance. It would have been so great to go to bed with this beautiful woman. He wasn't out of danger yet. It might be smart to get the hell out of there, away from Stacy, before she did something else to tempt him.

"Well, maybe I better run along then," he said, "if that's all you wanted."

"Oh, no, wait," Stacy said. "I really do have some furniture to move. I'm sorry, Tom. I promise to behave myself now, if you'll just lend me a hand with this stuff."

"Sure," Tom said with a smile. "Where is it?"

For an hour Tom helped Stacy move heavy pieces of furniture around her living room, till it was all rearranged to her satisfaction. By then they were both hot and tired, and Stacy declared a rest period and made them some iced tea. They sat on the couch to drink it.

"Thanks so much, Tom," Stacy said. "I couldn't have done this alone."

"Oh, it was nothing," he said. "Glad to help."

He was having a hard time keeping his hungry glance off Stacy. In fact all the time they'd been moving furniture, he kept sneaking looks at her. The way those adorable boobs of hers jiggled and bounced with each movement, it was plain that she wasn't wearing a bra. He guessed she wasn't wearing panties, either, because he could see no outline beneath those skin-tight shorts.

She might as well have been wearing a sign that said: "Ball Me". And Tom was having a very hard time dismissing that thought. It would be so easy, laughably easy, to get into her pants. She'd already begged him to do it. The only thing holding him back was the thought of Ginger.

"I'm so glad you could help," Stacy said, moving a little closer to him. "I wish I could give you some kind of reward."

Tom felt the heat of her body and smelled her faint flowery perfume. He knew just the reward he wanted, if only he could accept it. "Oh, that isn't necessary," he sighed.

Stacy had an impish grin on her face. "Oh, just a little reward," she said, "okay?"

Before he could answer, she was kissing him. This time Tom didn't resist. She was just thanking him, after all, and he shouldn't be rude. He leaned back against the couch and felt her warm moist mouth pressing his, the soft points of her tits just brushing his arm. Then her slick little tongue was wriggling into his mouth.

He knew he should call a halt right then and there. It was changing from a friendly light-hearted kiss to a hungry, lusty one. But, damnmit, just one kiss wasn't all that serious. He could allow himself just a little fun. He slid his tongue over hers, into her mouth, and probed around. Stacy purred and snuggled closer against him.

Tom felt his lust returning in full force. He wanted urgently just to throw her down on the couch, pull off her shorts, and fuck her silly. Of course he wouldn't, but just the thought of it made him wiggle his tongue faster in her mouth. Stacy returned the favor, tickling deeper with her slippery little tongue, pressing her soft warm tits against his chest. When they finally broke for air, they were both flushed with lust.

"Why, Tom, you naughty thing," Stacy giggled, "you really got me excited."

Tom reddened. "I-I didn't mean to, Stacy," he stammered. "I just got carried away."

"Oh, well," she grinned, "no harm done. We can just neck for a little, before you go home. Just a little innocent fun."

Innocent, my ass, Tom thought. With those lust-hot eyes and jiggling bra-less tits and wicked little tongue, Stacy was about as innocent as a cobra. He was sure of it, but somehow he didn't resist as she snuggled up to him again, ran her fingers through his hair, and started kissing him hungrily.

"Just a little fun," she murmured, "before you go home to your darling wife."

Tom's conscience shrieked at him to stop, to get out of there before it was too late, but some other pert of him had taken over. AS he slipped his arms around Stacy and wriggled his tongue into her hot slick mouth, he realized how starved he was for this hot and exciting sex-play, for a responsive woman who didn't deny her own needs. Ginger was like a statue of ice compared to Stacy.

"Ummmmmm, that's nice," Stacy cooed.

It sure as hell was. Holding Stacy, fondling her soft cuddly body, was the most fun he'd had in ages. Unable to resist, he slipped his hand under her tight t-shirt and cupped one hot silky tit. He gave it a little squeeze, and Stacy sighed happily.

"Oh, yes, darling," she murmured, "play with my tits. I like that so much."

Tom told himself that it was nothing serious, that as long as they didn't ball, he still wasn't guilty of adultery. He eased Stacy down on the couch, onto her back, and lay beside her. He pushed her pink t-shirt up over her bare tits and ogled the snowy globes with their large berry-pink nipples. Stacy was giving him a mischievous grin.

"Touch me," she whispered. "Go ahead – I won't bite."

Tom slipped his hands under her adorable firm boobs and cupped them, squeezing, releasing, while Stacy purred contentedly. It was so great the way she let him know she liked it. Ginger would just lie there, expressionless, without a word. But Stacy sighed and purred and giggled and patted, obviously enjoying his touch.

"Kiss my tits, darling," she urged, "use your mouth on them. Please, Tom, I'd like that so much."

Tom just didn't have the strength to refuse. He bent low over her cute pointed boobs and kissed the soft red nipples. Stacy gasped with passion. He stuck out his wet red tongue and flicked her nipples with the slick tip. She squirmed with pleasure.

"Ummmmmm, yeses," she sighed, "yes, lick my nipples darling, suck them."