Norma Egan - Boy hungry wife

"Oh, don't be silly," she said. "We're just having a little innocent fun. We won't do anything wicked. I don't know what you're afraid of, Tom."

What he was afraid of happened almost the moment she finished speaking – his aroused cock lurched into life, growing long and thick and rock-hard in her tight pumping fist. Tom moaned with embarrassment and lust as he felt his meat going stiff, saw the purple knobby head emerging from her fist.

"Why, Tom, you devil," Stacy giggled.

She started pumping harder and faster on his erect meat, filling him with horny excitement. Damn the woman, anyhow, she was doing this on purpose getting him so frantically turned on that he was forgetting his marriage, his wife, his morality. But her hot little hand felt so damned good around his swollen dick.

"Darling," she murmured, "I'd like you to touch me, too. Take down my shorts, please."

Like a robot, Tom obeyed. He was lousing all will to resist. He unzipped her little red shorts and pulled them down to her knees, only to rind that she wasn't wearing panties. He ogled her pretty blonde puff of mans fur. He saw that her lust wasn't faked, either – the crotch of her shorts was sooked with pussy juice.

"Touch me," she sighed "make me feel good."

Tom slipped his hand between her silky thighs and felt blazing heat of her pussy. Stacy, panting, opened her legs wide for him, and he gawked at the moist pink flesh of her gash, the little circle of blonde curls around the fat ripe lips of her cunt. He began to trail his fingers back and forth over her horny little pussy, tickling and massaging.

"Ohhhhhh!" Stacy gasped. "Oh, my God, yes, play with meeee."

A scalding burst of cream from her cunt soaked his hand. No, she definitely wasn't faking it. Stacy Ames was achingly horny for huh, juicing all over his fingers. If only Ginger could be so natural, so unashamedly eager! Tom massaged more eagerly over the slick hot flesh of her gash.

Meanwhile Stacy was pumping his dick. Curiously, and he felt her other hand creep down and cup his swollen tails, giving them a hot teasing message. His cock felt ready to burst, and he couldn't help thinking how great it would be just to climb on her and stick it in her. He knew by now she wouldn't last.

"My cunt, darling," she gasped. "Play with my cunt. That's the best place."

He'd hardly touched a woman down there before, but he had a vague idea where her clit was. He searched between, the blonde-furred lips of her mons and found a wet little lump of red flesh. As he seized it between thumb and forefinger and started to knead it, he knew he'd found the right place Stacy gave a screech and practically rose off the couch.

"Ooooooo!" she wailed, "Yes!"

He kneaded her throbbing hot little clit and she pumped his achingly swollen cock for a few minutes, till they were both so excited that their breath came in gasps. Then Stacy pressed herself hard against him, urgently, and spoke in a voice hoarse with lust.

"Fuck me, Tom," she gasped, "put your cock in me. Oh, please, I've got to have it."

It was the toughest decision he'd ever made in his life, but by thinking of Ginger, he managed to resist, ignoring Stacy's frantic request, he kneaded her squirting little clit faster and harder, ever faster, till suddenly she was coming.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Stacy wailed.

In her helpless spasms of pleasure she squeezed his cock hard, and Tom felt himself coming, shooting thick white jets of jism practically to the ceiling. They writhed and moaned together for a moment, then fell exhausted into each other's arms.

"There," Stacy purred, "I told you we wouldn't do anything serious."

"We damned near did," Tom said worriedly. "Really, Stacy, I don't think I'd better not over here any more."

She lust smiled and petted his limp exhausted cock. "Oh, you'll be back, lover," she said. "I'm sure of that."

At least he didn't think so.

On Sunday afternoon Ginger and Tom started working on their back yard, neither of them saying much. Both were filled with guilt over their little adventures of Saturday, yet they couldn't get their new partners out of their minds. Tom kept thinking of Stacy's little yet curvy body and how he'd passed up the chance to ball her. Ginger kept thinking of Sonny's handsome erect cock and how she'd refused it out of loyalty to Tom.

"Did Sonny get that tree pretty well pruned yesterday?" Tom asked.

"Yes," said Ginger, "but that's ail he had time for. We've got a full day ahead of us cleaning up this yard."

"Okay," Tom said, "I'll get the rake and – oh, here comes Stacy."

Ginger looked up and glared. Sure enough, that brazen blonde divorcee was crossing from her yard to theirs, a big smile on her face, wiggling her ass like crazy. Stacy didn't even look, at Ginger. She had eyes only for Tom as she walked into their yard wearing skin-tight pink shorts and a matching jersey that hugged her pretty bouncing breasts.

"Oh, there you are," she cooed. "I need you again, Tom. I've got some very heavy furniture to move, and I just can't lift it alone."

"Now, wait a minute," Ginger began.

But Tom interrupted her. "I'll be right over, Stacy," he said eagerly. "Glad to help."

"Tom," Ginger said angrily, "what about our yard? You didn't get to it yesterday."

Tom shrugged and said absently, "Oh, get Sonny again, hon. He can do the work."

As he walked off with Stacy, Ginger suppressed the urge to brain them both with her shovel. Of all the nerve! That wanton bitch had no right to come over here and steal Tom from right under Ginger's nose. And Tom was acting like a sap, that stupid smile on his face again as he accompanied Stacy to her house.

"Well, to hell with him, then!" Ginger sputtered.

She'd manage all right with Sonny. In fact she'd manage damn well. If Tom could treat her like this, then she just might repeat some of those little games she and Sonny had played. It wasn't as if she was sneaking around to do it, either. Tom himself had told her to hire Sonny.

Still frowning, Ginger marched into the house and called Sonny. He said he'd be right over, and it seemed like she'd hardly hung up the phone before he was vaulting the hedge and standing before her with an eager smile. Ginger felt a rush of excitement, but she told herself to watch it. She was only going to fool around a little, not commit adultery.

"Hi, Ginger," Sonny said. "I'm sure glad you asked me to work again. I was afraid you were be mad about yesterday."

Ginger blushed and said quickly, "Let's just forget about that, okay, Sonny? We made a mistake, but it won't happen again. Now let's get to work on this yard."

"Okay," Sonny said, trying to hide his disappointment.

He'd spent practically the whole damned night jacking off and thinking of Ginger. After his amazing success with her yesterday, he'd hoped she'd want to take up where they left off, maybe even ball. He should have known better. She was a respectable married woman, not interested in having an affair with the neighbor kid.

Still he found it hard to keep his eyes off her as they worked. Ginger was wearing a skimpy pair of blue shorts that hugged her round little butt checks emphasized its crease. She had on one of Tom's t-shirts, too big for her, apparently trying to hide her big breasts, but the material was almost sheer and Sonny could see through to her little lace bra. It was agonizing to work beside her and not, be able to touch her.

Ginger meanwhile was having trouble keeping her eyes – and hands – off Sonny. He was wearing the same tight jeans, and she could see the soft lump of his crotch. He took off his shirt to work, showing his hard tan chest and rippling arm muscles. Ginger knew that if she hadn't been married, she'd have said to hell with yard work and just gotten it on with this sexy young guy.