Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“Ohhhhh,” she sighed. “Ohhhhhh”

She was ashamed of herself for that outburst, but she just couldn’t help it. It was so wonderful to have a man eagerly making love to her again. Brent sucked her left nipple till it quivered and throbbed, then went for the right one. All the while Carol felt paralyzed, unable to make a decision one way or the other.

When Brent had sucked both her pretty little nipples into quivering points, he raised his head and studied her. She was flushed with arousal, her blue eyes glowing lustily, her teeth flashing as she panted. Yet there was still a look of doubt in her eyes. Brent took quick measures to eliminate it. Carol felt his hand creeping up under her skirt.

“Oh, Brent!” she gasped. “I don’t know if you should do that.”

“No harm in it,” he assured her. “We’re not actually balling, are we? Just touching each other, fooling around. No big deal.”

He sounded so sensible, so calm, that Carol lay back unprotesting as he eased his hand up her silky thighs and touched the moist hot crotch of her panties. The moment he touched her there, she felt burning need. Her poor starved cunt was aching to be filled, pounded by a good stiff cock. Brent lay against her, and she could feel the steel-stiff line of his prick against her thigh. She wanted it. God help her, she wanted it desperately.

“Easy,” Brent whispered. “We haven’t done anything yet. Just a trial run to help you decide.”

His soothing words relaxed her. She felt his fingers creeping inside her panties, touching the soft golden fur of her muff. He cupped the warm springy curl-patch and squeezed. Carol stifled a lusty moan. Then his hand crept lower, a finger easing between the furry lips of her bush. He touched the hot little lump of her clit, then began to rub it gently but steadily.

“Ohhhhhh,” Carol moaned.

Again she couldn’t suppress a horny cry. It felt marvelous to have his finger stroking her starved little joy button. Somehow it felt better than when she did it herself. Sharp waves of pleasure rippled through her whole moist hot pussy as he frigged her clit. Her aroused cunt leaked a big flood of juice that wetted his finger. Carol blushed furiously – he must have felt that.

Brent chuckled and said, “Don’t be embarrassed, honey. Your reaction is perfectly natural. Of course, this feels good. Just relax and enjoy it.”

Once again his hypnotic voice lulled her, and she relaxed, letting her thighs part a little more. Brent massaged her horny little love-bud faster and with more pressure. The plump red button grew stiff and throbbing, and her cunt leaked more hot horny juice onto his finger. Carol was so aroused that she could barely suppress her cries.

This is wrong, she thought, but do I really care?”

She had a quick vision of Brent fucking Amy, and, even more pertinent, Lucie balling Tom. Hell, everybody did it. Lucie couldn’t expect fidelity from Brent when she herself was guilty of cheating. As her arousal heightened, Carol began convincing herself that it was all right to make it with her friend’s husband.

As for John, what right had he to expect her to be faithful when he didn’t do his job in bed? Wasn’t she entitled to a normal sex life? As Brent’s expert finger frigged faster and faster on her hot little joy button, Carol convinced herself that it was all John’s fault, that if he’d taken care of her needs like a husband should, she wouldn’t be here now.

Brent seized her tiny slick clit between his fingers and began to knead it. The pleasure was so sudden and sharp that Carol almost rose right off the couch. This time she lost all self-control. She arched her body upward, feeding him her horny little love-bud, hot juice gushing from her starved little box.

“Ahhhhhh,” she moaned. “Ahhhhhhh!”

Brent saw that his technique was working, and he kneaded even faster and harder on her soaked little clit. Carol had lost all will to resist. She let herself go, needing it, craving it, till she was quivering on the very verge of orgasm. Her famished pussy jerked up and down, and she clawed the couch in her excitement.

“Oh, God, yes!” she whined. “Keep doing that. Just a little more, Make me come!”

But Brent abruptly let go of her red-hot clit and said huskily, “Uh-uh, no tickee, no washee, baby. If you wanta get off with me, you have to go all the way. And I think in another minute you’ll want to.”

He slid his hand even deeper into her soaking wet slit and found the small juicy mouth of her cunt. He eased a stiff middle finger inside the oozing hot hole, going into her slowly, tantalizingly. Carol held her breath while she felt the delicious invasion of his thick finger, then moaned hoarsely when he’d pushed in to the last knuckle.

“Ohhhhh, God!” she cried.

She so desperately needed something long and stiff in her starved little box. She panted and bucked her hips when Brent began to work his finger in cock-like motions, reaming and stuffing her frantically needy twat. Once again she lost the will to resist and rose rapidly towards climax.

“Yes, yes, YES!” she panted.

But once again Brent whipped his finger away when she was just about ready to come. It was hellishly frustrating, but she understood it. He wanted her to be at a peak of arousal when they fucked. IF they fucked. She looked at him dizzily, still not quite able to commit herself to adultery. Her eyes widened. Brent was lowering his pants and shorts in one deft movement.

“Brent?” she squeaked.

He didn’t answer. He kicked off his lower garments and knelt over her, straddling her legs. His cock was practically in her face, thick and rigid and ready. Carol stared hungrily at it. Six inches of steel-hard meat, that big bulbous drooling head – God, how she wanted it! As she gawked, Brent suddenly pushed her skirt up to her waist and grabbed her panties.

“Brent, NO!” Carol gasped.

She was dizzy with need, her reactions slow. He had her panties off almost before she knew it. He gawked hungrily at her lovely little golden muff and moist pink pussy. Then he threw himself onto her hard, wriggling between her thighs. The hot hard head of his cock poked roughly against her tender gash, seeking the mouth of her cunt.

“Brent, for God’s sake!” Carol cried, pushing at his shoulders. “I didn’t say yes. I didn’t say I’d do it. Please, let me go!”

Her words did no good. Though Carol was a tall strong girl, Brent, a trained athlete, easily overpowered her. She was pinned beneath him, unable to wriggle loose. She felt the big knobby head of his cock poking and skidding on the slippery hot flesh of her pussy. Then he found the target, his thick hard meat pushing roughly into her cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Carol cried.

From the second he entered her cunt, she stopped fighting him. It felt too great, she needed it too much. She blanked out the future and went with the moment, letting her legs fall wide open, welcoming his thick hard prick deep into her flaming-hot box. Brent eagerly thrust all the way into her, his bulbous cock-head butting her womb. He fucked her furiously.

“Oh, Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh!” Carol wailed, clinging to him, jerking her pussy to his strokes. Her steamy-hot cunt-cream gushed thickly around his slamming cock.

“Glad you made your decision,” Brent said dryly.

“Oh, God, Brent, don’t talk,” Carol moaned. “Don’t make fun of me. I need this, dammit, I need it!”

He gripped her tighter. “Sorry,” he panted. “Just dig it, honey. I’ll make it the best for you.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. It was the best fuck she’d had in years, maybe the best ever. He fucked her tirelessly, ramming his thick meat into her hard and deep and fast, just the way she needed it. In less than a minute she was coming, howling and bucking with dizzying pleasure, and after that she climaxed again and again.