Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“Want me to put it all the way in?” he said.

Carol hesitated a second. It seemed to be so wicked, asking a man to put his tongue in her cunt. But did she want it?

“Yes!” she panted. “Yes, do it!”

He chuckled, and then she felt the thick stiff tongue-meat thrusting hard into her eager juicy cunt-hole. It was exactly the sensation she craved just then, something long and firm in her lusty little box. She whined blissfully as it went into her. He pushed in as far as he could, right to the root of his tongue. Carol couldn’t believe how marvelous it felt.

“Oh, Brent, it’s fantastic,” she whined. “I just love it.”

Another muffled chuckle, and then to her delight he began to fuck her with his tongue. He jerked it stiffly and fast in her boiling-hot box, working it just like a swollen eager cock. Carol responded to his tongue-fucking with howls of pleasure – until she realized she might wake someone up. Even then she couldn’t stop her hoarse low moaning.

“Yes, yes, it’s so good!” she panted. “Don’t stop, darling. I love it… I love it!”

Brent seemed to know every trick in the book when it came to arousing a woman. He worked his stiff tongue steadily up and down in her soaked little twat, and he rubbed his nose back and forth over her highly sensitive clit. The combination was too much for Carol. In seconds, she felt her whole belly exploding in another powerful orgasm.

“Eeeeee!” she shrieked.

Nothing in her experience equaled the stunning pleasure she felt as Brent steadily tongue-fucked her all through her body-rocking orgasm. She went completely out of control, wailing, writhing, soaking his face with gushing steamy cunt-cream. Only when she went limp and sighing did he pop his juicy tongue from her box and come up for air.

“I think maybe you enjoyed that a little,” he said dryly.

Carol laughed helplessly. She wasn’t going to swell his ego by admitting it was the best thing she’d ever felt, but she did say, “It was wonderful, Brent, just wonderful.”

“And you and John never do that?” he said.

“Never,” she sighed.

“He doesn’t even let you give him head?” Brent said wonderingly.

Carol blushed. “Oh, no, I don’t think he’d like that at all,” she said.

“The hell he wouldn’t,” Brent laughed. “There isn’t a guy alive who doesn’t dig it. John’s probably just too uptight to ask. You ought to try it on him sometime.”

“I wouldn’t even know how to do it,” Carol sighed.

“Nothing to it,” Brent grinned. “Here you can practice on me.”

Before she could reply, he was lying beside her, on his back, his pants down to his knees. His thick rigid cock stood straight up, lewdly pointing at the ceiling. Carol stared at the swollen pale shaft and knobby purple head. She’d fantasized about cock-sucking, of course, but did she really want to do it? Could she really take that huge thing in her mouth and suck on it? Slowly she moved to her knees.

“Go ahead,” Brent said eagerly. “All you have to do is take it in your mouth, as much as you can, and then suck.”

Carol’s curiosity got the better of her. After all, she thought, she might just want to do as Brent suggested and give John a surprise blow-job. She’d better grab the chance to learn how. She bent low over his stiff-standing prick and gingerly slid her mouth down over the fat oozing head. Bobbing lower still, she was able to take about half his cock into her mouth.

“That’s it!” Brent panted. “Now just suck it, as hard and fast as you want.”

Carol obeyed, her long blonde hair flying as she began to suck swiftly on his hot silky meat. Almost right away she decided she liked it. It was fun to suck on his smooth fat dick, and she liked the salty taste of his dribbling juices. Carried away with excitement, she sucked faster and faster.

“Hey, terrific!” Brent gasped. “You learn fast, baby. You got it just right the first time. But you better quit now. I’ve got other ideas for this hard-on.”

Reluctantly Carol let his rigid cock snap from her mouth. It seemed more stiff and swollen than ever, and it glistened with her saliva. She wanted it desperately. Brent didn’t even have to ask for her decision, and he knew it. He quickly flipped her over onto her hands and knees and once more shoved her clothes up to her waist.

Carol waited, quivering with need, while Brent knelt behind her and popped the fat wet head of his prick into her juicy little cunt-mouth. He pushed deep into her, and she groaned ecstatically. She was starved for that stiff hard presence in her cunt.

“Oh God,yes!” she whined. “Yes, Brent, fuck me! I want it so much!”

Right away he gave her what she wanted and needed. He seemed to sense that gentle balling wouldn’t do the job, not after her long frustration, and he fucked her roughly, almost savagely, his belly smacking against her pert little ass with each powerful thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Carol wailed.

She thought very briefly of John, innocently sleeping just down the hall, but then she was off on a rising spiral of pleasure, and she didn’t give a damn about anything but Brent’s furious fucking.

Next morning the cabin was still snowed in. The phone was still out, too, and no help was in sight. Brent assured everyone that there was no danger. Rescuers would be along in a few days, and mean while there was plenty of food.

Nobody seemed upset except John. He grumbled about missing his classes at the university. Once again he proposed to spend the whole day in his room, grading papers and reading. This time Carol didn’t argue with him. She wanted to be alone herself. She had a lot of heavy thinking to do.

After she’d helped Lucie and Amy make breakfast and wash the dishes, Carol announced that she hadn’t gotten enough sleep and was going to take a nap in one of the spare rooms in the basement. This was partly true. She and Brent had been up making love till nearly three in the morning. But mainly she just wanted to be by herself and think.

She went downstairs, found an empty room, and stretched out on the bed. Thank God she didn’t have to be in the same room with John today. She couldn’t have faced him. She felt terrible guilt about being unfaithful to him, especially now that she’d done it twice. She blushed to recall her behavior with Brent. She certainly hadn’t put up much resistance with him.

“Oh, God, what am I going to do?” she sighed.

She had three choices. She could accept her marriage as it was, sexless and without affairs. Or she could stay married to John and fool around on the side. Finally, she could divorce John and try to find another husband. Carol didn’t like any of these choices.

She still loved John, and what she really wanted was to revive their sex life. But with his attitudes, that seemed an impossible dream. She thought and thought, but found no solutions. She only knew that she couldn’t leave John, yet she couldn’t live without sex. Finally, out of sheer frustration and exhaustion, she fell asleep on the bed, still fully dressed.

Some time later she came groggily awake, sure that she’d heard a strange noise. She lay facing the wall, and she glanced at her watch. It was one o’clock in the afternoon. Everything was quiet. The noise must have been her imagination, she decided. Without turning or even moving, she started to drift back to sleep.

Then she definitely felt someone sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“W-Who is it?” she squeaked.

A hand touched her shoulder.

“Hey, don’t panic, it’s just me, Tom,” he said.

Sleepily Carol turned and saw Tom Archer sitting close to her. He caressed her shoulder in a friendly manner, but she was sure she didn’t see friendship in his eyes. He was looking at the ripe curves of her body, well-outlined by her skin-tight jeans and jersey. Carol felt panic.