Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“What are you doing here, Tom?” she demanded.

He grinned – and, damn him, he had a terrifically sexy grin. “Just thought I’d check on you,” he said. “You’ve been gone a long time. I was wondering if you were all right.”

Bullshit, Carol thought. It obviously wasn’t her health he was concerned about.

“Where are the others?” she asked.

“John’s still buried in his work,” Tom said, “and the rest followed your example and went for naps. I’m the only one up and around. I don’t imagine anybody will wonder about us till dinner-time.”

Carol reddened. The implication was clear. She and Tom had plenty of time to get it on. She stared up at him, thinking how really attractive he was, husky and blond and very sexy. She was tempted. But she had John and Amy to think about. She didn’t want to feel the terrible guilt she’d had after making it with Brent.

“Well,” she said with a weak smile, “thanks for waking me up, Tom. It’s probably time I got started on some dinner preparations. I can’t let Lucie and Amy do all the work.”

She started to sit up, but Tom quickly stretched out beside her and held her by the shoulders. He looked her intently in the eye. “There’s plenty of time yet to start dinner,” he said. “Let’s talk awhile, Carol. I wanted to tell you how attracted I am to you. Have been ever since we met.”

Carol’s blush deepened. Damn the snowdrifts, anyhow, they’d left people with nothing to do but loll around the cabin and think about sex. Obviously Tom was horny and had been thinking about her – alone in the basement and having some kind of estrangement from John. Everybody must have noticed that she and John were on the outs. Tom drew the conclusion that she was ready for adultery.

“Uh, that’s nice, Tom,” she said uneasily. “But I really don’t think its right for us to be alone together in a bedroom. I’m going up to the kitchen now.”

Again Carol tried to rise, but Tom held her down by the shoulders. A wicked grin spread over his handsome tanned face, and then he was dipping low, planting his mouth on hers. At the same moment he shifted his body to lie half on top of her. Against her thigh Carol felt the steel-hard lump of his erect cock.

Oh-oh, she thought, now what do I do?

Tom was a terrific kisser, she had to admit. His lips alternately bruised, massaged, and caressed hers, and he wiggled his tongue into her mouth slowly and sensuously. She felt a hot spark of desire deep in her pussy. It really would be fun just to relax and let him take her. But her conscience was too strong for an easy surrender.

As he kissed her, he ran his hands up and down her tall curvy body, exploring her ass and hips and waist and breasts. He seemed pretty confident that she’d give in. Her gentle protests hadn’t worked with him. Carol decided she’d have to be blunt. She managed to wrench her mouth away from his and speak.

“All right, Tom,” she said as calmly as she could. “Let’s have it. You seem to think we should get it on, cheat on John and Amy. Is that it?”

Tom reddened a little, confronted with the blunt truth. “Well, I wouldn’t exactly put it that way,” he said. “I mean, it wouldn’t really be cheating if they didn’t know about it.”

“Bull!” Carol said. “Cheating is cheating. And I don’t like it. Now let me up, Tom.”

“No, wait,” he said quickly. “You’re right, Carol, I do want us to get it on. I want to fuck you so bad, I could die. I’ve been thinking about it for months. And if nobody else knows, baby, who can possibly be hurt?”

Carol liked that. She liked it when he admitted the truth, and it was very nice to have a man want her that much. To want her much more than her own husband did – yes, that was very nice. She relaxed a little, and Tom bent low and kissed her again. This time she was instantly horny. Maybe he was right. Who could it hurt if they ripped off a little piece while the others slept?

She felt Tom’s big warm hands cupping the peaks of her tits. She could feel the radiating heat right through her bra and jersey. It made her excited, and her nipples quickly went stiff, poking at his palms. His tongue played deliciously over hers. She was tempted, very much tempted to let herself go with him.

And why the hell was she so concerned about Amy and John’s feelings? Amy was making it with Brent on the sly. As for John, he might as well be living in a monastery, for all he cared about fucking. Really, no one would be injured if she and Tom had a little friendly fun in bed. Or so she tried to persuade herself as Tom’s lingering kiss got her hornier by the second.

Tom raised his head and looked at her hungrily. “Just let me look at you for a while,” he pleaded. “I can understand your scruples, Carol, and I respect you for them. But just looking won’t hurt anything.”

Uh-huh, Carol thought dryly. He was doing his best to lull her suspicions and turn her on. He was trying to seduce her, and she didn’t mind. It would be fun to be coaxed. John never coaxed, he just took. Carol didn’t reply to Tom’s plea. She just lay there and looked at him, pretending to be doubtful and confused.

“I won’t go too far, honey,” he soothed. “Not unless you want me to.”

For sure, Carol thought blissfully.

She’d made up her mind to let him seduce her, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. Let him work for it. He raised himself a little and pushed her jersey up over her fully-packed black lace bra. He stared lustily at her ripe cleavage, and then he was reaching around her, unhooking her bra. He pushed it up out of the way and gawked at her magnificent big jugs and pointed pink nipples.

“Gorgeous,” he moaned. “Oh, Jesus, you have great tits, Carol!”

She batted her eyes to indicate shyness and confusion, then grinned as he pressed his flushed face to her naked boobs. He kissed them all over. He stuck out his hot wet tongue and worked on her nipples, rimming and lashing one, then the other. Hot buzzes of pleasure streaked all the way down to her pussy. She really looked forward to the moment when they’d fuck.

All right, she was being wanton and adulterous and all that terrible stuff. So what? She wasn’t going to get this kind of pleasure and excitement from her husband, and life was too short to do without. She was going to grab this opportunity and enjoy the hell out of it. She could do her worrying and regretting later.

Tom made her little pointed nipples gleam with his saliva, then drew back to admire them. He cupped her big full boobs and molded them eagerly, and Carol almost writhed with excitement. But she tried to hold herself in awhile longer. She wanted to make him work at seducing her. He’d have to do more than just fondle her tits before she’d pretend to give in.

“Please, Carol,” he said hoarsely, his eyes glassy with lust, “no one will know. Let’s get it on!”

“Oh, I don’t think I could do that, Tom. I’ve never cheated on John,” she lied. “But you can go on looking if you want. I guess there’s no harm in that.”

He gasped at that straw, “Okay, baby, whatever you say. Sure, there’s no harm in just funning around a little. And I’d sure like to see the rest of you.”

She just smiled. Assuming he had her consent, Tom unsnapped her jeans and drew down the zipper. She lazily raised her pert little ass and allowed him to pull her jeans off. He licked his lips as he eyed her tiny black bikini panties and the few wisps of golden pussy fur which trailed below the leg bands. He reached for her panties.

“Oh, Tom!” she squeaked in mock alarm. “I don’t know if you should take my panties off. That might be going too far.”

“I’m just going to look,” he reminded her. “Please, honey, let me do that much.” His voice was croaky with lust.