Norma Egan: Boy hungry wife

He knew she was around thirty, but her tits were perfectly firm and flawless, sticking straight out, capped with rather large rose-colored nipples. Her pretty boobs quivered slightly as Tom drew her halter off and dropped it on the floor. Then he gawkd at her delicious little knockers. He felt that same rush of saliva as when he looked at Ginger's naked breasts.

"You've really got pretty tits," he said hornily. Stacy wrinkled her nose. "They're not very big," she said, "not nearly as big as your wife's."

"That doesn't matter," said Tom, reaching out to cup her naked breasts.

They fit his hands perfectly, and he fondled them eagerly, running his palms over the satiny hot flesh, moving his thumbs back and forth over the cone-shaped red nipples. Stacy's eyes got hotter and hotter, and after a moment her soft nipples went erect and pointed under his massaging thumbs.

"Oh, God, Tom," she murmured huskily, "you're making me so excited. Let's lie down somewhere."

Tom knew it was decision time, that he ought to make his escape now before he did something he'd really regret. He didn't want to hurt Ginger, ever, in any way. He didn't believe in stepping out on his wife. Then, dammit, why couldn't he get up and walk out like a decent man should?

Instead he found himself just sitting there ogling Stacy's lovely body, her adorable round pert tits, her tiny firm waist, and the suggestive pout of her crotch. He found himself thinking what a perfect opportunity this was to get a little strange stuff, a horny divorcee who obviously wanted to get balled. Maybe in bed she'd be the tigress he secretly wanted, the wild woman who'd throw aside all modesty and restraint, unlike Ginger who stayed so cool and unmoving.

No, dammit, it just wasn't right, he couldn't do it. He forced himself to stand up, dumping Stacy off his lap. Her cute little tits jiggled as she stumbled and then found her footing. Tom started to speak, but his voice came out in a horny squawk. He tried again.

"S-Stacy," he stammered, "I'm very attracted to you. Very. But I couldn't hurt Ginger. I think it'd be best if I left now."

Stacy burst into tears. "Oh, Tom," she said, "I'm sorry. It was all my fault. But all these months without a man – well, I'm ashamed to admit it, but it's driving me up the walls. I can't control myself."

That's exactly what he wanted, a woman who couldn't control herself. It was killing him to walk away from a chance like this. He could just imagine Stacy going crazy in bed, shrieking with pleasure as he thrust his cock into her, begging for more and more. He knew he should turn and walk out the door, but his feet seemed glued to the spot.

"Just hold me a little while," Stacy cooed. "That would be so nice. We won't do anything wrong."

"Okay," Tom said hoarsely.

Her tears disappeared instantly. With a big smile she took his hand and led him to the big wide sofa in the living room. They laid down side by side and put their arms around each other, Stacy's lovely bait breasts pressing against his cheat. She opened his shirt and rubbed her erect rosy nipple against the thick thatch of brown hairs.

"I'm shameless, I know," she purred, "but with an attractive man like you, it's hard to control myself. Sometimes I look at you across the lawn, and I get sooooo excited."

Get out of here! Tom's conscience screamed. He'd never received a more open, blatant sexual invitation from a woman. She might as well have stripped and spread her legs for him. If I didn't leave now, he was in terrible danger of doing just what she wanted, peeling off her clothes and fucking her.

Instead he cupped her pretty breasts again and fondled them, unable to resist. Stacy mailed and purred, "Use your mouth on my till, darling. I really enjoy that."

Tom blushed slightly. He'd never used his mouth anywhere on a woman's body, his old-fashioned morality forbidding it. But more and more lately he'd wanted to do it. Hell, why not? He pressed his face against her hot silky tits, kissed them all over, and found it exciting and fun. He stuck out his tongue and pressed the wet tip against her erect left nipple. As he started to tongue and tickle the rosy nub, Stacy gave a squeal of excitement.

"Oooooo, yes, darling," she cried, "lick my nipples. That feels soooo gopd."

Tom had never licked a woman's tits before, but once he was started, he found it addictive. More hot saliva rushed to his mouth as he tongued and lashed her pert little nipples. Lately he'd had this crazy urge to suck Ginger's tits like a baby, but was afraid she'd be shocked. With Stacy he gave way to the urge, feeling she'd accept it.

He was right. As he sucked one rosy hard nipple into his mouth, Stacy squealed and dug her nails into his shoulders. "Ohhhh, my God, yesss," she sighed, "yes, suck me, Tom. I love that."

Tom got off on it, sucking briskly and loudly, arousing her tasty red nipple into a hard throbbing nub. Then he sucked the other one, increasing its heat and erection. All the while Stacy clung to him, gasping and squealing with pleasure. Why couldn't Ginger react that way to his love-making? Why couldn't she let herself go like Stacy did?

"Oh, my God, Tom," she said, half laughing and half sobbing, "you're getting me so turned on, I can't believe it. You wicked thing, you."

Tom's response was to suck harder and louder on her breast. He needed time to think, but he found it very hard to have a logical thought under the circumstances. He was getting so damned horny for this wanton blonde divorcee, he couldn't stop thinking about how her box would be – wet and fiery-hot and hungrily clinging. Dammit, he just had to control himself.

But Stacy spoiled all chance of self-control when she suddenly reached down and unzipped his fly.

Sucking her hard sweet nipple, Tom felt that wicked little hand creeping down his body, fumbling around and finding his fly, tugging at the zipper. He looked at Stacy in alarm, but she just stuck out the moist pink tip of her tongue and wiggled it lewdly at him. He felt her hot little hand creeping inside his open fly, tickling his cock.

"Uh, Stacy, honey, we better not do that," Tom said hoarsely. "We don't wanta go too far."

"Oh, I won't," Stacy cooed. "I just want to touch. No harm in that, is there?"

Before Tom could reply, she'd gently lifted his limp pale cock out into the light. It looked wrinkled and puny to him, and he was glad. He didn't want to give her any ideas. She left his dick lying on her palm for a moment, just looking at it, and then with her other hand she began to pet it, softly and gently. But even that feathery-light touch excited him sharply.

"Is it big when it's hard?" she purred.

"Oh, God, Stacy," Tom muttered. "Damn you, Stacy, stop that. You know I can't get it on with you. I have to think of Ginger."

"I didn't say anything about getting it on," Stacy replied in false innocence. "I just want to touch you a little, darling. And I want you to touch me."

Tom knew by now that he was being conned, that she was deliberately arousing him right out of his skull, but it was a very pleasant con, very hard to resist. He just lay there paralyzed with horny pleasure while Stacy smiled and purred and petted his limp warm prick. He'd never approved of this kind of kinky foreplay, but now that it was happening to him, he found he really dug it.

"Here, let me take your pants down so I can touch you better," Stacy said.

He couldn't even make his mouth work now to protest. She quickly tugged his pants and shorts down to his knees, exposing his thick brown bush and rosy wrinkled nut sacs. She trailed her fingers teasingly through his bush and lightly tickled his limp balls, but eventually she returned to his cock, folding her fingers around it, starting to pump it.

"Stacy, for God's sake, stop before it's too late," Tom moaned.