Norma Egan - Boy hungry wife

Her attitude puzzled him. She didn't get angry, didn't tell him to quit, but on the other hand, she showed only mild interest in his attentions. He was determined to get more response out of her. While he went on sucking her hard little nipple, he unbuttoned more of her jumpsuit, down to where he could see the top of her white lacy panties.

Quickly he slipped his hand inside her panties and cupped the springly warm puff of her mons. He pressed down, flattening her pubic curls, and wriggled a finger inside the fat mons lips. He touched the firm little bump of her clit. It was moist but not hot.

"Tom, you rascal," June chuckled.

He was tired of her calm cool amusement. He wanted to really get a rise out of her. He pressd his fingertip firmly against her moist little clit and began to rub, in just the way that always drove Stacy wild. The results weren't long in coming. June went limp against him, sighing, and suddenly he felt a scalding blast of cream wetting his finger.

"Tom," she said huskily, "do you really want to get it on with me?"

"Christ, yes," he panted. "Yes. Now."

"All right," she said, slipping off his lap. "Just come with me."

Meanwhile Ginger and Jerry, deep in conversation, had taken their drinks and wandered out to the patio. Ginger knew she was a little drunk, and she felt daring and excited and terrifically horny. It seemed like her pussy had been hot and swollen with need for days on end. Yes, it had, ever since she'd made herself give up Sonny.

She knew she'd done the right thing, that she loved Tom and ought to be faithful to him, but it was killing her to be without decent sex. Tom's quick unadorned balling just wouldn't take care of the need she felt for long, delicious sessions of kinky play and prolonged fucking. She felt she was going to wither up and die without it.

So when she found herself alone with Jerry, that incredibly sexy neighbor of hers, she couldn't help the horny, wicked impulses that coursed through her body. If Jerry made even the slightest pass at her, by God, she was going to respond. She just hoped they wouldn't be disturbed for awhile. She looked back anxiously into the lighted living room.

"What happened to Tom and June?" she said. "They're in the kitchen," Jerry said. "I think he's helping her with the snacks. We'll just have to amuse each other for a while."

"Fine by me," Ginger purred.

As they strolled by the edge of the pool, Ginger contrived several times to "accidentally" bump against Jerry. From there she went on to rubbing herself against him in a gentle friendly way. She felt a little embarrassed, but, Christ, she needed some attention so badly. If Jerry was at all interested, he'd take the hint.

After about the fourth time she rubbed against him, he reached down without a word and slipped his arm around her. Ginger felt sharp excitement as they walked like that, hips rubbing, and she could feel the heat of his body and smell his good natural male scent. Jerry walked her over to a comfortable lounge, and they sat down, his arm still around her. In unspoken agreement they set their drinks aside.

"You'r a beautiful woman, Ginger," Jerry said with a friendly smile.

She turned her face up, practically inviting his kiss, and he pressed his mouth against hers, lightly at first and then with increasing pressure. Ginger was so horny that her cunt started to leak hot juice, soaking the crotch of her panties, and her lips opened eagerly. Jerry's slippery hot tongue snaked into her mouth.

"Ummmmm," Ginger murmured.

He held her tighter, drew her closer, till her big firm brests pressed against his chest. Ginger was quivering with need by then, unable to control her response to his kiss. She wantonly tickling her tongue into his mouth, lashing it back and forth over ha tongue. She knew she was being shameless, but she just couldn't help it.

"Very interesting," Jerry chuckled as he broke the kiss. "I never knew you were attracted to me, Ginger."

"I-I'm afraid I am, Jerry," she stammered, blushing right down to her toes.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," he replied. "We can have a little fun before they join us."

Ginger was wearing matching blue sequined pants and sweater which hugged her dazzling figure, the sweater buttoning down the front. Jerry's deft fingers quickly undid the buttons and exposed Ginger's skimpy blue lace bra. Just as deftly he reached around and unhooked her bra and pushed it up over the great thrusting mountains of her tits. He gazed in awe at her big round boobs and their dainty light pink nipples.

"Great tits," he muttered, "really great."

"You-You can touch them if you want," Ginger stammered, amazed at her own boldness.

Jerry chuckled, "I fully intend to, my dear."

Then Ginger fell back limp and breathless with excitement as his firm warm hands closed on her sensitive breasts. She was in so much need that at his very touch her big tits swelled up firm and taut, ultra sensitive to his slightest movement. He lightly tickled one nipple with his fingertip, and, the naughty little bud immediately went erect and hard.

"Oh, my God, Jerry," she gasped, "you're making me so excited."

He just laughed, as mild and friendly as ever. He was interested in her, all right, but he didn't seem as excited as she was. Ginger wondered how he could remain so cool. She was certainly no dog. She knew she was a very attractive woman, and here she was practically throwing herself at him, but Jerry seemed to regard it as just a mild little game.

He held her big swollen breasts, which nearly overflowed his hands, and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, sending sharp bursts of pleasure right down to her pussy. Ginger blushed, knowing that both her panties and slacks must be wet with her horny juice by now. Then she felt Jerry's hand creeping down under the elastic waist of her slacks, over her smooth flat belly, inside her panties.

"Yes," Ginger gasped, "YES!"

Oh, she was being shameless, but she didn't seem to be able to control herself. She just lay back and let Jerry put his hand down her pants, let him press and squeeze the soft curly puff of her mon. Now she was creaming steadily, hotly, and he must have felt her wetness, the searing heat of her pussy.

He snaked a finger through her bush and between the fat slick lips of her mans, to touch the tiny hot button of her clit. He began to tickle and rub her horny little nub, and Ginger felt her whole body melting with pleasure. Helplessly she creamed all over his deliciously stroking finger.

Jerry felt the hot rush of cream, and he chuckled, "You liked that."

"Oh, yes," Ginger gasped, "yes, very much."

He tickled her hot little button again, and the same thing happened. Ginger gasped with pleasure and juiced all over his finger. She was ashamed of her wanton response to his frigging, but she had no control over it. Her body missed Sonny's expert love-making so much. She was overdue for some attention.

Jerry went on rubbing her waked erect clit, making her moan with delight, and in her horny need, she reached out, fumbled around, and found his crotch. Wickedly she cased her hand over the soft lump of his cock and pressed down. There couldn't be any doubt now about what she wanted from him. She might as well have asked him to fuck her.

"Listen, Ginger," he said huskily, "you really want me to make love to you? I mean, go all the way?"

Ginger blushed beet red but managed to stammer, "Y-Yes, Jerry, yes, I really do. Oh, God, the sooner the better."

"Okay," he said, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet, "just come along with me."

"But what about Tom and June?" Ginger said anxiously.

"No sweat," Jerry said. "You'll see."

They walked into the flying room just as Tom and June were coming out of the kitchen, June flashed them a big smile, which, made Ginger feel guilty as hell. Here she'd been out on the patio necking with this woman's husband, seducing him, and June was being innocently friendly. Or was she? Just then Ginger noticed that Tom and June were holding hands.