Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

She realized she was making up for years of frustration, working out a great load of suppressed lust and need. She was glad. Brent’s big pounding cock felt marvelous to her, and soon she had her legs around his heaving back, opening herself to him totally. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she forgot all her inhibitions and doubts.

“Oh, God, it’s so good!” she whined. “Your cock feels so good in me, Brent. Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!”

“You bet I will, baby,” he panted. “You’re the nicest piece I’ve had in a long time.”

Their greedy frantic fucking must have lasted half an hour, and Carol lost track of how many times she’d come. She didn’t want it to stop, ever, but even a terrific stud like Brent had to give out sometime. At last he groaned and filled her snug box with steamy-hot come.

Well, she’d done it. She’d cheated on John, fucked Lucie’s husband. She waited to feel sorry.

And waited…

Guilt finally did overcome her, of course, as she knew it would. She crept quietly upstairs from the rec room and down the hall to her room. She could hear Lucie and the Archers, still at their card game. They hadn’t suspected a thing. The only person she had to worry about was John.

She hesitated outside the door, her heart knocking. What if John actually kept his promise and made love to her? He’d find her cunt filled with another man’s come. Somehow she’d have to put him off, grab a shower. But even if she did, would he see the guilt on her face? Nervously she entered the bedroom.

She needn’t have worried. John was in bed, asleep, and open book on his lap, his glasses hanging on the end of his nose. The sight was all too familiar. She sighed deeply, knowing he hadn’t intended to make love to her at all. He’d have put it off, asked to read one more chapter in his book, then one more. It was the same old story.

“Okay for you, John,” she said softly. “Now I know how it has to be.”

She put away his book, removed his glasses, and got into her nightgown. Slipping into bed beside him, she tried to fall asleep, but it wouldn’t happen. She was nervous, afraid, and full of guilt. She tossed and turned for at least an hour, then gave up. Putting on a robe, she wandered out to the living room, thinking that a drink might relax her.

To her surprise, Brent was still up, though it was past midnight. He was sitting on the big fur rug in front of the fireplace, watching the flames, and when he saw Carol, he smiled. She felt instant lust. In spite of her worry and guilt, she knew she was hotly attracted to this man.

“Hi, beautiful,” Brent said. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” Carol said. “I thought I’d make myself a drink.”

“Make me one, too, will you, please?” he said. “I can’t seem to settle down, either. Overexcited, I guess.”

Carol reddened and hurried over to the bar. She made the drinks and went to sit near Brent on the rug. She took a long swallow of her drink and said, “I feel really shitty.”

“Shitty?” Brent chuckled. “About what?”

“You know,” Carol sighed, “about what we did. I couldn’t stay in bed beside John, I felt so guilty about cheating on him.”

“Oh, for chrissake, that’s ridiculous!” Brent said firmly. “You had every right to do what you did. I mean, you’re entitled to a decent sex life. That’s why you got married. So if he’s not doing it for you, you have a right to get it somewhere else.”

“That’s what I told myself,” Carol sighed, “but it didn’t seem to help. I don’t know how you can be so cool about it, Brent.”

“Lucie and I have that kind of arrangement,” he said. “We agreed from the beginning that we might want a little variety some day, and that as long as we were discreet about it, it was all right. So tonight I took advantage of that agreement.”

Carol was silent for a moment, wondering how Brent would feel if he knew that Lucie was making it with Tom Archer. Maybe he wouldn’t be so cool then. It was okay for him to play around, but he might feel differently about his wife doing it. She knew perfectly well that John would be horrified if he found out about her and Brent.

“Well, your marriage is just different, that’s all.” she said at last. “John would never go for anything like that.”

“That’s pretty fucking unfair, when he isn’t taking care of you in bed,” Brent replied. “Don’t let that sway you, Carol, because I certainly hope this won’t be the last time for you and me.”

He was looking at her hungrily as he spoke. Carol blushed deeply, knowing what was on his mind. He moved closer to her on the rug, and her uneasiness increased. Clearly Brent wanted to make love to her again, but could she bring herself to do it? She took another long swallow of her drink.

“What about it, baby?” he said. “All the others are asleep. Haven’t you ever wanted to get laid on a bearskin rug in front of a fire?”

He was smiling, but there was urgency in his voice. Glancing down, Carol saw that the crotch of his pants was sharply tented. Her blush deepened. She realized that since she’d given in to him once, Brent would expect her to make love with him again and again. She’d gotten herself into a serious dilemma.

“That sounds very romantic, Brent,” she said, forcing a smile. “But don’t you think we’d better quit while we’re ahead? We didn’t get caught the first time, but it could happen.”

“No, they’re all out for the count,” Brent said, easing even closer to her, till their thighs were touching. “Come on, honey, don’t be so uptight. You know you enjoyed the hell out of it. And I’ve just been sitting here thinking about you and how much I want to make it with you again.”

Carol moaned softly. Brent wasn’t going to give up easily, she could see that. And his physical closeness was beginning to arouse her. Though they’d make love just a few hours before, she was already horny again. It was going to take more than one quick encounter to make up for all her years of frustration. She really had to watch herself.

“Brent, I don’t think so…” she began to say.

But before she could continue, he threw his arms around her and drew her down on the rug, kissing her hard. He pinned her with his powerful body, and she couldn’t wriggle loose. She felt his hot slippery tongue sliding deep into her mouth, and she experienced blazing lust in her pussy. Guilty as she felt toward John, she still wanted this man.

Brent prolonged the kiss, running his hands over her soft warm body, feeling her big full breasts through the thin material of her nightgown and robe. Carol wished she’d put on some underwear before leaving the room. He caressed lower, exploring her firm little waist, curvy hips and soft springy muff. Carol gasped and jerked her face away from his.

“Brent, we really mustn’t,” she said. “I feel badly enough as it is. How could I ever face John again if we got it on?”

“I told you, baby, it won’t hurt him if he doesn’t know about it,” Brent panted. “Come on, be nice to me. Help me out. I need you, Carol! Just feel this.”

He seized her hand and brought it down on the hard throbbing lump of his fly. He pressed her palm against the hot stiff meat, and Carol went dizzy with longing. She couldn’t help but remember how great it had felt to have his cock in her and what a fine lover he’d been. God help her, she wanted him again, wanted him urgently. She felt her hungry little cunt starting to cream.

Still she hesitated. It would be delicious to ball him again, but was it really worth the guilt and worry she’d feel later? Wouldn’t it be more honest to divorce John before she started running around? And yet she didn’t want to leave John, not if she could help it. She felt totally confused.