Norma Egan - Cheating Spouses

Still she couldn’t stop blushing as she spied. Amy and Lucie lying on their backs, soaked pussies wantonly exposed, Tom and Brent busily toying with wet red clits – it was so wicked and daring. Carol thought she’d die of embarrassment if she had to join a scene like that. And John – well, forget it. If he walked into the room right now, he’d probably faint.

Carol couldn’t suppress a naughty grin as she thought of John just down the hall studiously grading math papers. My God, if he had any idea of what was going on in the living room, he’d choke. Of course he wouldn’t believe it is she told him. The Archers and the Davises were old friends, good people. They wouldn’t do anything like this.

“Ahhhhh,” Amy moaned, “so damned good!”

“Ummmmmmm, yes, keep doing it to me, darling,” Lucie whined.

Both men’s fingers were soaked with steamy cunt-cream. Both women’s slits were swollen and gleaming. Carol could imagine the dizzying pleasure Lucie and Amy were feeling, and she was powerfully tempted to reach under her robe and play with own hot and needy love-bud. But what if someone caught her? That would be just too embarrassing. She tried to ignore the burning need in her pussy.

Suddenly Amy shrieked and began to come, her curvy little body bucking and writhing. A moment later Lucie was coming, too, and her tall body rocked as she moaned loudly, hoarsely. Carol took a nervous glance down the hall. Surely John could hear all that unrestrained moaning and squealing, but, now, the bedroom door stayed shut. He must have been really absorbed in his work.

When the women had finished coming, Tom bent low between Lucie’s legs and parted the black-furred lips of her bush. He eyed the fat little lump of her clit, then stuck out his tongue and began to lap and tease the little button. Lucie groaned and clawed the rug, clearly enjoying hell out of his expert pussy-eating.

“Ummmmmm, fantastic, Tom, darling,” she gurgled. “Yes, yes… lick my clit!”

“Now I’m feeling jealous,” Amy grinned.

“Want me to do something about it?” Brent said eagerly.

“You bet I do, lover,” Amy replied.

He dived into her steamy little copper-fringed pussy, and Carol saw his thick red tongue flash out to lash and tickle her fat little joy-button. Amy gave a shrill squeal of delight and threw her legs around his neck, tugging him even tighter into her flaming-hot pussy. Brent’s head bobbed briskly as he ate her. Carol almost moaned aloud in envy and longing.

Why not me? She thought wistfully.

She remembered how fantastically good it had felt when Brent went down on her, and the nagging ache in her pussy grew stronger. Damn it all, it seemed so cruel and unfair to be the only woman present who wasn’t getting any. She envied Amy and Lucie with all her heart. So what if their husbands played around? At least they got laid. Carol gripped the drapes hard, trying to ignore her starving needy pussy.

She watched the two women, spread out on their backs, legs wide open, heads bobbing between their thighs. She could hear the wet slurping noises Tom and Brent were making with their tongues. She saw the looks of ecstasy on Amy and Lucie’s faces as they had their pussies expertly eaten. She could have groaned with jealousy. More steamy twat-juice trickled down her thighs.

“Oh, God, I think I’m going to come again!” Lucie moaned. “Just a little more, darling. Ummmmmm, yes, UMMMMMM!”

Her slim body arched sharply upward as she jammed her horny little clit against Tom’s mouth. Then her dark eyes rolled back in her head, and she was writhing, moaning and clawing the rug as she came. Not to be outdone, Brent slipped his hands under Amy’s writhing round ass and drew her clit hard against his mouth. He sucked loud and fast on her hot little joy button.

“Eeeee!” Amy screeched.

She cried out so loudly as she came, that Carol thought John would hear for sure. Again she cast a worried glance down the hall, but their bedroom door didn’t open. How could he fail to hear all the unrestrained sounds of two women in climax? It sounded like a barnyard gone berserk. The only answer was that he’d dropped off to sleep over a book. Which meant he wouldn’t be making love to her tonight. It figured.

“Christ, you girls were noisy,” Tom said. “I hope John and Carol didn’t hear all that.”

Lucie giggled and said, “Oh, they’re probably in there getting it on themselves.”

Fat chance, Carol thought miserably.

“Wish we could get them in on this,” Brent said.

“Forget it,” Tom sighed. “You know John. He’s a good guy, but when it comes to sex, he’s living in the Victorian age.”

“Poor Carol,” said Amy.

Well, Carol thought, at least I get some sympathy. She’d rather have gotten laid, however. She sighed as she peered out from her hiding place in the drapes. It seemed like everybody had a hot sex life but her and John. Something just had to be done about it. Tomorrow for sure she’d make John listen to her demands – a big change in their love life, or a divorce. But she didn’t want to think about that now.

“I just can’t leave your pussy alone,” Tom was saying to Lucie.

“Have all you want, darling,” she replied with a wicked grin.

Tom once more bent low between her legs and began lapping her gleaming scarlet slit with his wet thick tongue. Lucie sighed blissfully as she felt the slick hot meat running from her clit right down to her small wrinkled asshole and back again. Brent and Amy watched, and then Amy grinned and crawled over behind Tom.

“Mind if I join you?” she said.

“The more the merrier,” Tom laughed, “but how are you going to find room?”

“You’ll see,” Amy giggled.

She rolled onto her back and managed to wriggle between two pairs of legs, Tom’s and Lucie’s. Her curly red head emerged between Tom’s muscular thighs, her face right below his crotch. Out flashed her little pink tongue, and she used it to lap and tickle her husband’s swollen rosy nut sacs. Tom gasped and quivered.

“Oh, Jesus, yes!” he panted. “Amy, you devil. Yes, lick my nuts!”

“Very inventive,” Lucie laughed. “Why don’t you get in on the fun, Brent?”

“I believe I will,” Brent chuckled.

He went belly-down between Amy’s legs and nosed into her flame-colored bush. Amy got the idea right away and opened her legs wide for him. Brent stuck out his thick red tongue and began licking her pussy just like Tom was licking Lucie’s running his wet tongue from clit to asshole. Amy gave a little squeal of pleasure, then went back to tonguing her husband’s balls.

Carol wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. Thanks to the inventive Amy, the two couples had formed a chain, busily eating each other. Tom lapped Lucie’s gash, Amy tongued Tom’s balls, and on the other end of the chain Brent licked Amy’s pussy. Carol could hear the loud wet slurping and sucking noises even from her spying place twenty feet away.

She could no longer define her reactions. She wasn’t sure if she was shocked or wildly turned on. She only knew that she couldn’t resist watching the whole bizarre orgy. Again she imagined how John would react if he walked in right now, and she smothered a giggle. Poor John, he’d be totally blown away. His friends couldn’t possibly do things like this, of course.

“Oh, my God… my God!” Lucie was chanting as Tom furiously tongued her wet red slit. “So damned GOOD!”

Tom was panting loudly as he ate her, quivering with pleasure while Amy licked and lashed his sensitive nut sacs with her hot little tongue. Now and then Amy stopped licking his balls and gave a hoarse moan of delight, for Brent was licking her hot little pussy faster and faster. When he raised his head for an occasional breather, Carol saw that his face was wet with Amy’s cunt-cream.