Norma Egan - Boy hungry wife

Ginger Davis, watching her husband Tom climb out of the swimming pool, wondered for the hundredth time how such an exciting-looking, sexy guy could be such a dud in bed. It just wasn't fair to be married to a man who turned her on like crazy and then failed her when they fucked.

"What are you looking so solemn about?" Tom asked as he padded toward the diving board.

"I'm wondering if I left the roast in the oven too long," Ginger lied. "I better go check."

She took one last look at her husband – tall, deeply tanned, tautly muscled, a dizzyingly attractive man with classical features and the body of an athlete – and then turned away with a deep sigh. No, dammit, it really wasn't fair. Her poor pussy was steamy-hot and wet with longing for Tom, but she knew after three years of marriage that going to bed with him wouldn't take care of her need.

As Ginger walked toward the house she happened to glance into the neighbors' back yard, and she saw something that made her stop still. The neighbors, Jerry and June Thomas, were sunbathing on the lawn, but Ginger had eyes only for Jerry. My God, she thought, what a stud.

Jerry, a tall black-haired man in his late twenties, was lying on his back, eyes closed, wearing the smallest pair of bathing trunks Ginger had ever seen in her life. Her eyes swept hungrily over Jerry's deeply tanned and heavily muscled body, the thick hair mats on his chest, the flat belly. She found herself staring longingly at the large soft lump of his cock and balls clearly outlined beneath the tight suit.

Ginger licked her lips, then sighed, wondering if Jerry was any good in bed. She was sure that all men weren't as inept and unimaginative as her husband when it came to balling. Well, she'd never know. All she could do was look and wonder, because in spite of Tom's lackluster love-making, she loved him and didn't intend to be unfaithful to him.

Sighing, Ginger stepped into the house. She didn't know that Tom had been watching her carefully. He was seeing his wife as other men saw her, a gorgeous statuesque redhead with long lovely legs and a fantastic pair of boobs. In her tiny yellow bikini, Ginger was really a knockout.

Why, then, was she so lousy in bed?

Tom wistfully watched his wife's pert round little butt as she walked away from him. Everything about her was sexy and enticing, yet in the sack it was like making love to a statue. He was proud of Ginger for being a lady, but, dammit, why did she have to be a lady when they fucked? He wanted her to be a tigress then, a wild wanton slut, but after three years of marriage she hardly moved when they made love.

Still a guy could try. Ginger's fantastic body still turned Tom on like crazy, and he felt the stirring of interest in his cock as he watched his pretty red-haired wife cross the patio. There was time for a quickie before dinner. Tom got up and began to follow Ginger into the house, his horny excitement increasing by the second.

Then he stopped and stared into the neighbors' yard. Just as Ginger was staring at Jerry, Tom's hungry eyes locked on June, a slim but shapely black-haired girl in a tiny red bikini. June was lying on her belly, cute little round ass tightly encased in the skimpy bathing suit. As Tom eyed her, she lazily reached around and untied her bra.

Tom swallowed hard. He saw June's little bra drop down on the towel beneath her, saw the pale round side of her left breast. He wasn't sure, but he thought he could also see her nipple, dark red and pointed. He wondered what kind of lover she was. Did she bite, scratch, howl, and show all the other signs of excitement, which Ginger lacked? God, he'd like to find out.

Tom quickly put the idea out of his mind. He loved Ginger and didn't intend to cheat on her. Somehow they'd find a way to liven up their sex life. Maybe today he'd get lucky and break through that ladylike reserve of hers. Quickly he followed her into the house.

Ginger was checking the oven, leaning over, her big full breasts making a tight deep cleavage in the tiny bikini bra. She pushed her long flame-colored hair back out of the way, and with that gesture her large tits jiggled gently. With a horny grin, Tom crept upon her from behind, eying the pert rounds of her firm little butt. Just as she was closing the oven, he pounced, grabbing her around the waist, lifting her high.

"Tom," Ginger squeaked. "My God, you scared me. I almost wet my pants."

"Sorry about that," Tom chuckled. "I didn't mean to scare you. I had something else in mind."

He spun her around and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Ginger responded warmly, and her little slick tongue snaked across his in a tempting dance. She pressed her tall lush body against him, her big boobs flattening warmly against his bare chest. She made horny little murmuring noises and rubbed her belly against his crotch.

If only she'd go on being like that! Eagerly Tom broke the kiss, lifted Ginger in his arms, and started for the bedroom. He wanted to catch her while she was lusty and interested. Ginger clung to him, using the wet tip of her tongue to tickle his neck. Maybe, just maybe, today she'd break through her inhibitions and make love like a real woman.

Ginger was excited, all right, but she also had the feeling that she was going to be disappointed again. It was maddening the way Tom could get her so horny and then leave her unfulfilled. Maybe today it would be different. She certainly hoped so. She needed a good long fuck, needed it urgently. Her pussy was hot and swollen and wet with need.

"I watched you walking away from the pool," Tom said, "and suddenly I just had to have you." He didn't mention gawking at June Thomas, watching her remove her bra.

"I know," Ginger murmured. "I wanted you, too, darling." She didn't add that she'd stared at Jerry Thomas so lustily, stared at the big soft lump of his prick.

Tom kicked open the bedroom door and deposited Ginger on their king-size bed. Impatiently he started tugging dawn his wet swimming trunks, but it wasn't easy to get that tight clinging garment off over his swelling erection. He wasn't sure just when he'd gotten hard, looking at Ginger's bouncing little butt or spying on June's naked tits, but he sure as hell had a hard-on.

"Son of abitch," he muttered, tugging at his stubborn trunks.

Ginger giggled, seeing the difficulty. She was content to wait. Their love-making sessions were never long enough to suit her. Tom was usually in such a damned hurry, she hardly got to watch him undress, which was one of her very favorite things. Now she lounged on the bed like a big lazy cat and watched lustily as Tom pried down his trunks.

He was shaped like a man ought to be, with broad strong shoulders, small waist, trim hips. Ginger appreciated that, but her main interest was his crotch. She couldn't get enough of staring at his cock. Here she was an old mated lady of twenty-five, and she still felt like a guilty little kid when Tom took off his pants, dying to sneak a look.

"Jesus, it might be Christmas before I get these damned trunks off," Tom said, joking to cover his mounting irritation.

"That's all right, dear," Ginger laughed. "I'll get something to read or maybe knit a sweater while I wait."

"Oh, hell," Tom sighed, "give me a hand, will you?"

Ginger felt a hot quickening of excitement. Tom had never asked her to help him undress before, though she'd longed to do it. She crawled over to him and seized his wet trunks, deftly rolling them down. She felt a burst of hot cream in her aroused cunt as the big hard rosy head of his cock peeked out.

That swollen cock-head looked big as a doorknob to her. The little dark slit mouth was oozing big glistening drops of juice. Eagerly, hands trembling with excitement, Ginger rolled the trunks down more, uncovering the long thick white stalk of his erect dick. Her pussy swelled and flamed with need, it always did when she saw Tom's cock.