Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

“Carol,” he whined, “baby, please. PLEASE! Don’t make me stop now.”

The game was over. She couldn’t hide her excitement any longer, and she hadn’t the heart to tease him any more. Without a word she slipped her arms around his neck and threw her legs around his sweaty heaving back, offering herself to him. Tom groaned with relief and began to ball her, deeply, strongly.

“Oh, Christ,” he moaned. “So friggin’ good. You won’t regret this, baby. I’ll make it really good for you.”

He kept his word. He fucked her tirelessly, bringing her off again and again. In return Carol didn’t cheat him of her blissful response. She let him know how much she loved his fucking, how gratified she felt. She worked her hips in eager time to his strokes, creaming furiously around his pounding cock.

“Oh, Tom!” she whined. “It’s so good… so damned good!”

“Told you so,” he moaned.

“Do it to me harder, darling!” Carol panted. “I want it as hard and fast as you can do it!”

“You got it!” he gasped.

She wasn’t saying it just to please him. She knew by now that she needed plenty of rough, even brutal balling to make up for all her years of unsatisfied lust. She literally had to have the frustration fucked out of her. She clung to Tom in total ecstasy, loving every deep savage thrust of his stone-hard cock.

“Yes, yes, do it to me…do it to me!” she screeched.

She imagined John’s shock and horror if he should happen to walk in on them now. And she decided that he’d deserve it. If it weren’t for her prude of a husband, she wouldn’t be balling another man.

“Don’t stop,” she whined. “Oh, God, Tom, don’t ever stop!”

Carol had her usual attack of guilts after Tom left. She made a sincere vow to give her marriage another chance. She’d spend the whole evening with John, she decided, and somehow she’d get him away from his work and into bed. Then perhaps she could teach him a few new tricks.

After dinner the three couples sat around talking for awhile. Then, as Carol had expected, John excused himself, saying he wanted to finish doing his papers. Carol got up and started out of the room after him.

“I think I’ll go to bed early, maybe read a book,” she told the others. “See you tomorrow.”

She took John’s arm as they walked down the hall, and he gave her a vaguely affectionate look. It wasn’t much, but it was encouraging. Ordinarily he looked right through her. The moment they were alone in their room, Carol put her arms around him and kissed him, wriggling against him suggestively.

“Darling,” she purred, “you don’t really have to do that work right now, do you?”

John kissed the tip of her nose and said, “Afraid so.”

He walked over to the card table he was using as a desk, sat down, and put on his reading glasses. Carol just stared at him for a moment, then gave a deep sigh. This wasn’t going to be easy. It would take more than a kiss and a hint to get John’s mind off his work.

She began undressing, not ten feet from his table. She slipped out of her pants and jersey, kicking off her shoes, and unhooked her bra. She was facing John as she whisked the bra off, and he couldn’t have failed to see her big firm naked tits out of the corner of his eye. Still he didn’t look up. Carol seized the waistband of her panties and began inching them down.

She moved closer to the table. She slipped the panties down over the delicious rounds of her ass, then over her golden little muff. The panties slithered down her legs and she stepped out of them. No reaction from John. She walked over and stood behind him, snaking her arms around his neck. She kissed the top of his head.

“Couldn’t you take just a small break, darling?” she said. “I know something we could do that’s a lot more fun than grading papers.”

“Uh-huh, pretty soon,” John mumbled.

Carol gathered her patience and slipped onto his lap. She was totally naked, her firm round ass rubbing his fly, her large pointed boobs nudging his shirt front. She gave him her most enticing smile as she caressed the back of his neck and kissed him hotly on the mouth. Then she picked up his hand and laid it on the soft warm curls of her bush.

She couldn’t possibly give him a bigger hint than that. Just sitting naked in his lap was turning her on like mad, and she was sure it must have the same effect on him. She wriggled her hot little tongue into his mouth, pressed her big swollen tits harder against his chest. It had been so long since they’d balled. Surely he must be wanting her by now.

“All work and no play makes John a dull boy,” she told him huskily. “Makes his wife awfully restless, too. Please, darling, just a little break?”

John sighed and gently eased her off his lap. “I really have to get this work done,” he said. “But there’s not many papers left. I should be done by midnight.”

Midnight? That was nearly four hours away, and Carol was ragingly horny right NOW. Not trusting herself to speak, she was so angry, she stalked over to the bed and threw herself down on it. She wanted to kick and scream and cry like a four-year-old. What in God’s name was the matter with the man? She was sure by now that the problem was John’s not hers.

She wasn’t any nymphomaniac. She just wanted regular and decent sex, like any healthy young woman. True, she’d been unfaithful to John with two different men that weekend, but that was out of desperation. She’d never have cheated on him if he’d been taking care of her in bed. If only she could get through to him and make him understand how really desperate she was!

She glanced at John. He was bent over his work, his mind a million miles away from her. It was no use trying to talk to him now. She’d have to wait till midnight, maybe later, before she could get his attention. In the meantime she might as well rejoin the others in the living room. She didn’t really feel in the mood for reading.

Sighing, Carol slipped on a warm terry cloth robe and slippers. “I don’t feel tired after all,” she told John. “I’ll go sit with the others till you’re finished.”

“Uh-huh,” John said without looking up.

Carol walked slowly down the hall, feeling blue and defeated. She was almost to the living room when she began paying attention to the voices. She paused on the threshold, hidden in the shadows, and listened with growing amazement to what the others were saying.

“Why, you devils!” Lucie was laughing. “You mean you two have been carrying on for six months?”

“That’s right,” Brent said. “We figured it was time to tell both of you. We got tired of sneaking around.”

Lucie and Tom both howled with laughter, and Amy said, “What’s so damned funny, you two?”

“Well, I suppose we might as well tell you,” Tom said, “since you’re being so open. Lucie and I have been having an affair for just about six months, too. We’ve been debating whether to tell you.”

Now Brent and Amy broke into laughter.

“Pretty slick,” Brent said. “You sure fooled me.”

To Carol’s astonishment, nobody seemed angry. There were no tears, fights, or hurt feelings. These were two very unusual couples. This wasn’t a scene she should walk in on, either. The Davises and Archers had a lot of private things to discuss. But Carol was terribly curious to know how they’d work it out. She decided it wouldn’t hurt to eavesdrop if they didn’t know about it.

The archway into the living room had heavy drapes on either side, and Carol slipped into the folds. From this secure hiding place, she couldn’t be seen, but she had a full view of the living room. She saw the two couples sitting around, drinking and chatting, as calm as if they were only discussing the weather. She shook her head in wonder.