Norma Egan - Boy hungry wife

Tom couldn't help laughing. "Sure, lady," he chuckled, "we're ready to ball. With a limp dick?"

"Oh, don't worry about that," Stacy purred. "I'll get you hard in no time."

As her blonde head dipped into his lap, he thought about poor Ginger, stuck at home, while he was out having all this wild fun! Well, it couldn't be helped, not now, not tonight. Not with Stacy's red-hot mouth closing around his prick, se that he couldn't think of anything else.

Ginger was in bed, asleep, when Tom got home, and the next day they didn't ask each other how they'd spent the evening. Then came the hard part. Tom and Ginger were secretly trying to give up their lovers and stay faithful to each other. Several days passed, and by Friday they were both so uptight, horny, and irritable, they could hardly eat.

When Tom got home from work on Friday, he grabbed a beer, flopped into his favorite chair, and sighed loudly, "Man, I'm beat."

"Ohhh, I hope you're not too tired," Ginger said. "Jerry and June Thomas have invited us over for dinner."

"Shit!" Tom exclaimed. "All I wanta do is rest."

"Oh, I'm sure we'll have a nice time," Ginger said. "They're nice people. But if you're really too tired, I'll call and cancel."

Tom thought it over. Getting out might help distract him from his nagging lust for Stacy. He felt so irritable from not fucking her that he'd probably pick a fight with Ginger if they stayed home. Add like Ginger said, the Thomases were fun to be with.

"That's okay, honey," he said, "We'll go."

Ginger was secretly relieved. She was climbing the walls being without Sonny, and she hoped that tonight at least she wouldn't think constantly of how great it had been making love to him.

June and Jerry Thomas lived next door. They were a bright and attractive couple in their late twenties. When Ginger and Tom walked into their house later that evening, they were suddenly very glad they'd come. Preoccupied with Stacy and Sonny, they'd forgotten just how attractive the Thomases were.

"Hi, Tom," June said, hurrying up to give him a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "It's been ages since we got together."

Tom grinned and ogled her as she stepped back. June was a slim but curvy girl of average height, her long black hair straight and gleaming. She had a tiny firm waist, round but slim hips, great long legs. Her deep tan set off a flashing white smile. Her clinging red jumpsuit showed her figure deliciously, and her round ripe orange-size tits jiggled bra-less behind a low-cut neckline.

Christ, Tom thought, what a sexy little chick.

Meanwhile Jerry was giving Ginger the same sort of greeting, the quick hug and kiss. "Ginger," he said, "you're looking great. Not just great, spectacular."

"Why, thank you, Jerry," Ginger said with a blush.

She found it hard not to stare at Jerry Thomas. She'd forgotten how devilishly sexy he was. Tall, with thick black hair, he wasn't as squarely-built as her husband, but his lanky body was hard and graceful and deeply tanned. His cotton shirt was open at the neck, showing the top of the thick black mat of hair on his chest. He had a grin that automatically made Ginger feel horny.

Boy, she thought, would I like to make it with him.

After dinner the drinking began in earnest, with Jerry's excellent dry martinis keeping everyone mellow and laughing. Ginger and Tom were losing their inhibitions fast under the influence of the alcohol. After so many days without sex, thinking constantly of the lovers they'd given up, it was a potentially dangerous scene.

June got up and went into the kitchen for some snacks, and Tom impulsively followed her. Ginger and Jerry were having a hot conversation, and he hoped they wouldn't notice what he was doing. Quite frankly he was hoping to make some time with June. He was so horny by now, he wouldn't be cautious about it.

"This has been a great party, June," he said as they walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, it's just beginning," June smiled. "Hope you're not thinking of going home yet."

"Oh, no," Tom said. "I just wanted to tell you what a great job you're doing."

He pretended to be only playful as he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. June just stood there and accepted it, smiling, and Tom got bold enough to try again. He slipped his arm around her and kissed her lingeringly, working his mouth back and forth over hers. Again June stayed cool, didn't protest, and Tom took another chance, wriggling his tongue into her mouth.

"Ummmmmm," June murmured.

Her little slick tongue tickled his, played with it. Tom felt a burst of lusty excitement. He pressed June against the wall, rubbing the soft lump of his crotch against the springy mound of her bush. June didn't rub back, didn't put her arms around him, but that naughty tongue-play was still going on, June fully engaged.

"Why, Tom," she laughed when they broke the kiss, "I didn't know you were such a sexy kisser."

She seemed completely undisturbed by the incident, regarding it as some kind of game. Tom's eyes swept hungrily up and down her slim but deliciously curved body. In that tight red jumpsuit, she looked good enough to eat. He was positive she wasn't wearing a bra, either. He could see the little hard points of her nipples.

"Oh, I'm a real sexy kisser," he replied. "Want another demonstration?"

June laughed and said, "I bet you can't improve over the last one."

"Oh, yes, I can," said Tom, grabbing her again. This time he didn't play any games, wasn't gentle. With his hard aggressive kiss and the deep thrust of his tongue, he jet June know how badly he wanted her. But it was hard to tell how June felt. She kissed him back, tickling his tongue with hers, and she didn't try to squirm away when he rubbed loins with her, but she seemed to be just teasing, no real passion in her kiss.

"June, dammit, you're really turning me on," Tom muttered.

She just laughed and started to move away, but Tom, too horny to be careful, scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to a chair. He sat down with June on his lap, one arm firmly around her, and used his free hand to reach down the low-cut neck of her jumpsuit and capture one silky hot tit. He'd been right, she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Tom!" she laughed. "Are you nuts? I hope you don't intend to rape me right here in my kitchen."

"I just thought we'd have a little fun," Tom said huskily, squeezing her warm soft boob. "Jerry and Ginger are busy talking. They won't notice."

June stretched and peered around the corner into the living room. "They're not even there any more," she said. "They must have gone out on the patio."

"Great," said Tom.

He rapidly unbuttoned the front of her jumpsuit, opened it, and gawked at her naked breasts. She had lovely boobs, just about the size of Stacy's, round and perfectly firm and silky-soft. But in contrast to Stacy's rather large red cone-shaped nipples, June's were small and bud-like and dark red. Tom moaned with horny excitement and cupped her satiny tits. They just fit his hands.

"You've got a fantastic body, June," he sighed.

"My husband thinks so," she said pointedly.

Tom blushed, but he was in too much need to quit now. He felt a little ashamed of himself but he knew June would practically have to hit him over the head with a brick to get him to stop his advances. Giving up Stacy had been hell. He needed a woman to ball, needed one urgently. And that did not include his cool, unresponsive wife.

"I'm sorry," he painted, "but I just can't seem to keep my hands off you."

June didn't say anything, just smiled. Tom ran his hand eagerly over her soft hot tits, rubbing the pretty little nipples with his thumbs, urging them into taut erection. He bent down and sucked one bud-like nipple into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. He could feel the little red nub throbbing in his mouth as he began to suck it fast and hard. "Ummmmmm, nice," June murmured.