Norma Egan - Boy hungry wife

"Soap my back, will you, darling?" Ginger said.

"Sure," Tom said, lathering up his hands.

He rubbed the lather into Ginger's silky-soft skin. She didn't have a wrinkle, not a single flaw, on her whole gorgeous body. He loved to touch her. He soaped not only her back, but her cute firm round ass, then moved around to lather her immense ripe tits. Ginger leaned back against him and sighed.

"Ummmm, that feels nice," she said.

Tom's limp wet cock was waggling against her bare butt, a mischievous tickling sensation. Impulsively she rubbed her slippery ass against his soft dick. His hands moved more eagerly as he soaped and nabbed and squeezed her big ripe boobs. Then he began to move lower, lathering her flat belly, then the waked mat of her bush.

"Ummmmm," Ginger murmured, "I'm certainly going to be clean?"

"I intend to do a thorough job," Tom said, slipping his hand into her cunt.

Ginger felt hot excitement as his soap-slick hand began rubbing her ripe red pussy. This was the kind of teasing foreplay to loved. She felt the delicious tickling of her cunt, her plump pussylips, and even the little mouth of her hole. He soaped one fingertip and inserted it in her snug cunt mouth, twirling and pumping.

"Tom, you devil," Ginger giggled.

"Just doing my job," he said solemnly.

That wicked probing finger felt so great in her tight little cunt mouth. She began to cream around it, hoping Tom might do something daring and crazy like bringing her off in the shower. But after just a few tantalizing strokes of his finger, he quit. Damn it, it was always like that with him.

Tom withdrew his hand from Ginger's crotch, thinking how cold she was, how she never responded hotly to his touch. That was why he never spent much time in the act of making love to her. It wasn't worth it.

"Hew, darling," Ginger said, "let me soap you." She took the soap from him, hoping to get a rise out of him as she began briskly lathering his body. She worked down from his broad shoulders and through the soaked jungle of chest hair, down over his taut belly, till she got to his limp dangling cock and balls. She captured them between he slick soapy hands and gave them a brisk rub his rosy balls jiggling, his long limp cock flopping. She even whriled a fingertip up his asshole and pumped teasingly.

"Nice," Tom moumed.

Ginger gave up in disappointment. He just never seemed interested in foreplay.

What she didn't know was that Tom had been so stunned with horny pleasure, he couldn't speak. He loved it when she wickedly soaped his cock and nuts, hoped she'd go on doing it. But she quit too soon, confirming his belief that she was cold. At least she was cold with him, damn it.

They rinsed off without another word, then stepped out of the shower to dry themselves. Both were feeling frustrated and disappointed. Tom remembered Ginger squealing with joy as Sonny fucked her, and he wondered jealously why she didn't respond like that for her husband. Ginger remembered Tom going down on June, eating her pussy expertly, and wondered angrily why he never did such things for his wife.

They marched off to the bedroom, sullen and silent, and climbed into bed. By now they were both pretty horny, in spite of all the action they'd had at the party. That little bit of naughty play in the shower had aroused them both. Finally Ginger decided that it was ridiculous to go to sleep horny and frustrated when she had a man with her. She'd give their marriage one more try.

"Tom," she said, "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I just have to tell you what I don't like about our sex life. There's never any foreplay, and it's over too fast. You don't do anything to arouse me, you just jump on me and ball me, and I'm lucky if I can even come once. Why can't you take your time, really turn me on, like you do with June and Stacy?"

There, she'd said it. Silence from Tom. Ginger trembled, wondering if he was angry, wondering if it had been a mistake to speak up. Finally Tom turned on the bedside light and looked at her. She couldn't tell if he was angry or not.

"Ginger," he said, "since you're being frank, I will be, too. I wasn't aware that you could be aroused. You've always seemed so cold in bed – no movement, no noises. I didn't see the point in going all out for somebody who didn't seem to like it."

"Oh, Tom," she sighed, "it's just because you never turned me on enough. If only we'd talked about this long ago! The solution is so easy."

"Okay, smarty pants," Tom said grimly, "if it's so easy, tell me what to do."

"Play with me," Ginger said, blushing but eager. "Just take your time and play with me – all over. You could start with my tits."

Tom certainly didn't mind that assignment. Ginger had the biggest, most beautiful jugs he'd ever seen, huge and ripe and full, creamy-pale, capped with those dainty little light pink nipples. He cupped her breasts eagerly and began to fondle them.

"Do more than that," Ginger said. "You only touch. I want your mouth and your tongue, Tom, like you do with the other women."

Tom really didn't think it would do much for his cold wife, but he obeyed, kissing her hot ripe boobs all over, then bringing out his long wet red tongue to tickle her pretty little nipples. To his surprise, Ginger flinched and gasped with sudden pleasure, showing that her nipples were plenty sensitive enough.

"Yes, that's it," she panted. "Lick my nipples, Tom, suck them."

Encouraged, Tom brought his mouth down around her soft pink left nipple and sucked it slowly in. It was the sweetest little nub he'd ever tasted, petal-soft and fragrant. He began to suck hotly and hungrily on it, soaking it with his steamy saliva, lashing it with his tongue.

"Oooaooo, yes," Ginger squealed, "yes, darling, that's very nice."

He thought maybe she was just faking it – until suddenly her soft little nub went erect and throbbing between his lips. That reaction couldn't be faked. His mouth watered with excitement as he released the stiff little bud and sucked in her other nipple. More hot sucking got it hard and bumpy in no time. Meanwhile Ginger was panting and sighing as if she really enjoyed having her tits sucked.

"Ohhhhh, Tom, that was really nice," she sighed. "That's the kind of thing I like, not just a quick fuck. It takes time to get a woman aroused."

"What else should I do?" Tom asked.

Ginger gave him a wicked look. "Let me do something to you first," she said. "That helpes turn me on too."

"Sure, go ahead," Tom said doubtfully.

Ginger had hardly even touched hits in their whole sexual scene together. He figured it was because she didn't want to, that it was pert of her coldness. He didn't believe her now when she said it would help turn her on.

Ginger was delighted to get Tom's permission to touch him. She'd waited so long for that. She looked down hungrily at his crisp brown bush, rosy brown-thatched balls, and pale blue-veined prick. Saliva rushed to her mouth. It all looked so exciting. She didn't know where to begin. Eagerly she bent over him, thrusting her face into his lap.

She laid his limp warm cock on her upturned palm, stuck out her shining pink tongue, and began to lap the soft silky meat. She'd always wanted to lick Tom's cock, and it was even more fun than she'd dreamed. She tickled her tongue around and around the satiny flaccid meat, making it gleam with her saliva, making it flop and bounce.

Tom gave a snort of surprise and pleasure. "Ginger, honey," he gasped, "I really dig that. How come you never did it before?"

"You never asked me to," Ginger replied simply.

Then she went back to noisily licking his cock.

Tom clapped a hand to his forchead. Of course!

He'd never asked her to go down on him, and Ginger, a good wife, knew he liked to call the shots. She wouldn't do anything without his permission. He'd been a Goddamned idiot. He looked down it her happily licking his soft wrinkled cock, her saliva flowing eagerly. By God, she LIKED it. She really did.